The Field Of Waterloo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Fair Brussels thou art far behind	B
Though lingering on the morning wind	B
We yet may hear the hour	C
Pealed over orchard and canal	D
With voice prolonged and measured fall	E
From proud St Michael's tower	C
Thy wood dark Soignies holds us now	F
Where the tall beeches' glossy bough	F
For many a league around	G
With birch and darksome oak between	H
Spreads deep and far a pathless screen	H
Of tangled forest ground	G
Stems planted close by stems defy	A
The adventurous foot the curious eye	A
For access seeks in vain	I
And the brown tapestry of leaves	J
Strewed on the blighted ground receives	J
Nor sun nor air nor rain	I
No opening glade dawns on our way	K
No streamlet glancing to the ray	K
Our woodland path has crossed	L
And the straight causeway which we tread	M
Prolongs a line of dull arcade	N
Unvarying through the unvaried shade	N
Until in distance lost	L
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II	A
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A brighter livelier scene succeeds	O
In groups the scattering wood recedes	O
Hedge rows and huts and sunny meads	O
And corn fields glance between	H
The peasant at his labour blithe	P
Plies the hooked staff and shortened scythe	Q
But when these ears were green	H
Placed close within destruction's scope	R
Full little was that rustic's hope	R
Their ripening to have seen	H
And lo a hamlet and its fane	I
Let not the gazer with disdain	I
Their architecture view	S
For yonder rude ungraceful shrine	T
And disproportioned spire are thine	T
Immortal Waterloo	S
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III	A
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Fear not the heat though full and high	A
The sun has scorched the autumn sky	A
And scarce a forest straggler now	F
To shade us spreads a greenwood bough	F
These fields have seen a hotter day	K
Than e'er was fired by sunny ray	K
Yet one mile on yon shattered hedge	U
Crests the soft hill whose long smooth ridge	V
Looks on the field below	W
And sinks so gently on the dale	X
That not the folds of Beauty's veil	X
In easier curves can flow	W
Brief space from thence the ground again	Y
Ascending slowly from the plain	I
Forms an opposing screen	H
Which with its crest of upland ground	G
Shuts the horizon all around	G
The softened vale between	H
Slopes smooth and fair for courser's tread	M
Not the most timid maid need dread	M
To give her snow white palfrey head	M
On that wide stubble ground	G
Nor wood nor tree nor bush are there	Z
Her course to intercept or scare	Z
Nor fosse nor fence are found	G
Save where from out her shattered bowers	A2
Rise Hougomont's dismantled towers	A2
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IV	A
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Now see'st thou aught in this lone scene	H
Can tell of that which late hath been	B2
A stranger might reply	A
The bare extent of stubble plain	I
Seems lately lightened of its grain	I
And yonder sable tracks remain	I
Marks of the peasant's ponderous wain	I
When harvest home was nigh	A
On these broad spots of trampled ground	G
Perchance the rustics danced such round	G
As Teniers loved to draw	C2
And where the earth seems scorched by flame	D2
To dress the homely feast they came	D2
And toiled the kerchiefed village dame	D2
Around her fire of straw	C2
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V	A
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So deem'st thou so each mortal deems	E2
Of that which is from that which seems	E2
But other harvest here	F2
Than that which peasant's scythe demands	G2
Was gathered in by sterner hands	G2
With bayonet blade and spear	H2
No vulgar crop was theirs to reap	I2
No stinted harvest thin and cheap	I2
Heroes before each fatal sweep	I2
Fell thick as ripened grain	I
And ere the darkening of the day	K
Piled high as autumn shocks there lay	K
The ghastly harvest of the fray	K
The corpses of the slain	I
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VI	A
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Ay look again that line so black	J2
And trampled marks the bivouac	J2
Yon deep graved ruts the artillery's track	J2
So often lost and won	K2
And close beside the hardened mud	L2
Still shows where fetlock deep in blood	L2
The fierce dragoon through battle's flood	L2
Dashed the hot war horse on	M2
These spots of excavation tell	N2
The ravage of the bursting shell	N2
And feel'st thou not the tainted steam	O2
That reeks against the sultry beam	O2
From yonder trenched mound	G
The pestilential fumes declare	Z
That Carnage has replenished there	Z
Her garner house profound	G
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VII	A
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Far other harvest home and feast	P2
Than claims the boor from scythe released	P2
On these scorched fields were known	Q2
Death hovered o'er the maddening rout	R2
And in the thrilling battle shout	R2
Sent for the bloody banquet out	R2
A summons of his own	Q2
Through rolling smoke the Demon's eye	A
Could well each destined guest espy	A
Well could his ear in ecstasy	A
Distinguish every tone	Q2
That filled the chorus of the fray	K
From cannon roar and trumpet bray	K
From charging squadrons' wild hurra	K
From the wild clang that marked their way	K
Down to the dying groan	Q2
And the last sob of life's decay	K
When breath was all but flown	Q2
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VIII	A
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Feast on stern foe of mortal life	A
Feast on but think not that a strife	A
With such promiscuous carnage rife	A
Protracted space may last	S2
The deadly tug of war at length	T2
Must limits find in human strength	T2
And cease when these are past	S2
Vain hope that morn's o'erclouded sun	K2
Heard the wild shout of fight begun	K2
Ere he attained his height	U2
And through the war smoke volumed high	A
Still peals that unremitted cry	A
Though now he stoops to night	U2
For ten long hours of doubt and dread	M
Fresh succours from the extended head	M
Of either hill the contest fed	M
Still down the slope they drew	K
The charge of columns paused not	V2
Nor ceased the storm of shell and shot	V2
For all that war could do	K
Of skill and force was proved that day	K
And turned not yet the doubtful fray	K
On bloody Waterloo	K
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IX	A
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Pale Brussels then what thoughts were thine	T
When ceaseless from the distant line	T
Continued thunders came	D2
Each burgher held his breath to hear	K
These forerunners of havoc near	K
Of rapine and of flame	D2
What ghastly sights were thine to meet	W2
When rolling through thy stately street	W2
The wounded showed their mangled plight	U2
In token of the unfinished fight	U2
And from each anguish laden wain	I
The blood drops laid thy dust like rain	I
How often in the distant drum	X2
Heard'st thou the fell Invader come	X2
While Ruin shouting to his band	Y2
Shook high her torch and gory brand	Y2
Cheer thee fair City From yon stand	Y2
Impatient still his outstretched hand	Y2
Points to his prey in vain	I
While maddening in his eager mood	Z2
And all unwont to be withstood	A3
He fires the fight again	Y
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X	A
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On On was still his stern exclaim	D2
Confront the battery's jaws of flame	D2
Rush on the levelled gun	K2
My steel clad cuirassiers advance	A
Each Hulan forward with his lance	A
My Guard my Chosen charge for France	A
France and Napoleon	K2
Loud answered their acclaiming shout	R2
Greeting the mandate which sent out	R2
Their bravest and their best to dare	K
The fate their leader shunned to share	K
But HE his country's sword and shield	B3
Still in the battle front revealed	B3
Where danger fiercest swept the field	B3
Came like a beam of light	U2
In action prompt in sentence brief	A
Soldiers stand firm exclaimed the Chief	A
England shall tell the fight	U2
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XI	A
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On came the whirlwind like the last	S2
But fiercest sweep of tempest blast	S2
On came the whirlwind steel gleams broke	C3
Like lightning through the rolling smoke	C3
The war was waked anew	K
Three hundred cannon mouths roared loud	D3
And from their throats with flash and cloud	D3
Their showers of iron threw	K
Beneath their fire in full career	K
Rushed on the ponderous cuirassier	K
The lancer couched his ruthless spear	K
And hurrying as to havoc near	K
The cohorts' eagles flew	K
In one dark torrent broad and strong	E3
The advancing onset rolled along	E3
Forth harbingered by fierce acclaim	D2
That from the shroud of smoke and flame	D2
Pealed wildly the imperial name	D2
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XII	A
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But on the British heart were lost	L
The terrors of the charging host	F3
For not an eye the storm that viewed	Z2
Changed its proud glance of fortitude	Z2
Nor was one forward footstep stayed	N
As dropped the dying and the dead	M
Fast as their ranks the thunders tear	K
Fast they renewed each serried square	K
And on the wounded and the slain	I
Closed their diminished files again	Y
Till from their line scarce spears' lengths three	K
Emerging from the smoke they see	K
Helmet and plume and panoply	K
Then waked their fire at once	A
Each musketeer's revolving knell	N2
As fast as regularly fell	N2
As when they practise to display	K
Their discipline on festal day	K
Then down went helm and lance	A
Down were the eagle banners sent	G3
Down reeling steeds and riders went	G3
Corslets were pierced and pennons rent	G3
And to augment the fray	K
Wheeled full against their staggering flanks	A
The English horsemen's foaming ranks	A
Forced their resistless way	K
Then to the musket knell succeeds	A
The clash of swords the neigh of steeds	A
As plies the smith his clanging trade	N
Against the cuirass rang the blade	N
And while amid their close array	K
The well served cannon rent their way	K
And while amid their scattered band	Y2
Raged the fierce rider's bloody brand	Y2
Recoiled in common rout and fear	K
Lancer and guard and cuirassier	K
Horsemen and foot a mingled host	F3
Their leaders fall'n their standards lost	L
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XIII	A
	-
Then Wellington thy piercing eye	A
This crisis caught of destiny	K
The British host had stood	A3
That morn 'gainst charge of sword and lance	A
As their own ocean rocks hold stance	A
But when thy voice had said Advance	A
They were their ocean's flood	L2
O Thou whose inauspicious aim	D2
Hath wrought thy host this hour of shame	D2
Think'st thou thy broken bands will bide	H3
The terrors of yon rushing tide	H3
Or will thy chosen brook to feel	I3
The British shock of levelled steel	I3
Or dost thou turn thine eye	A
Where coming squadrons gleam afar	K
And fresher thunders wake the war	K
And other standards fly	A
Think not that in yon columns file	J3
Thy conquering troops from distant Dyle	J3
Is Blucher yet unknown	Q2
Or dwells not in thy memory still	J3
Heard frequent in thine hour of ill	J3
What notes of hate and vengeance thrill	J3
In Prussia's trumpet tone	Q2
What yet remains shall it be thine	T
To head the relics of thy line	T
In one dread effort more	K
The Roman lore thy leisure loved	K3
And than canst tell what fortune proved	L3
That Chieftain who of yore	K
Ambition's dizzy paths essayed	L3
And with the gladiators' aid	L3
For empire enterprised	L3
He stood the cast his rashness played	L3
Left not the victims he had made	L3
Dug his red grave with his own blade	L3
And on the field he lost was laid	L3
Abhorred but not despised	L3
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XIV	A
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But if revolves thy fainter thought	L3
On safety howsoever bought	L3
Then turn thy fearful rein and ride	L3
Though twice ten thousand men have died	L3
On this eventful day	L3
To gild the military fame	D2
Which thou for life in traffic tame	D2
Wilt barter thus away	L3
Shall future ages tell this tale	J3
Of inconsistence faint and frail	J3
And art thou He of Lodi's bridge	V
Marengo's field and Wagram's ridge	V
Or is thy soul like mountain tide	L3
That swelled by winter storm and shower	K
Rolls down in turbulence of power	K
A torrent fierce and wide	L3
Reft of these aids a rill obscure	K
Shrinking unnoticed mean and poor	K
Whose channel shows displayed	L3
The wrecks of its impetuous course	A
But not one symptom of the force	A
By which these wrecks were made	L3
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XV	A
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Spur on thy way since now thine ear	K
Has brooked thy veterans' wish to hear	K
Who as thy flight they eyed	L3
Exclaimed while tears of anguish came	D2
Wrung forth by pride and rage and shame	D2
O that he had but died	L3
But yet to sum this hour of ill	J3
Look ere thou leav'st the fatal hill	J3
Back on yon broken ranks	A
Upon whose wild confusion gleams	A
The moon as on the troubled streams	A
When rivers break their banks	A
And to the ruined peasant's eye	A
Objects half seen roll swiftly by	A
Down the dread current hurled	L3
So mingle banner wain and gun	K2
Where the tumultuous flight rolls on	M2
Of warriors who when morn begun	K2
Defied a banded world	L3
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XVI	A
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List frequent to the hurrying rout	L3
The stern pursuers' vengeful shout	L3
Tells that upon their broken rear	K
Rages the Prussian's bloody spear	K
So fell a shriek was none	K2
When Beresina's icy flood	L3
Reddened and thawed with flame and blood	L3
And pressing on thy desperate way	L3
Raised oft and long their wild hurra	K
The children of the Don	M2
Thine ear no yell of horror cleft	L3
So ominous when all bereft	L3
Of aid the valiant Polack left	L3
Ay left by thee found soldiers grave	A
In Leipsic's corpse encumbered wave	A
Fate in those various perils past	L3
Reserved thee still some future cast	L3
On the dread die thou now hast thrown	Q2
Hangs not a single field alone	Q2
Nor one campaign thy martial fame	D2
Thy empire dynasty and name	D2
Have felt the final stroke	C3
And now o'er thy devoted head	L3
The last stern vial's wrath is shed	L3
The last dread seal is broke	C3
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XVII	A
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Since live thou wilt refuse not now	F
Before these demagogues to bow	F
Late objects of thy scorn and hate	L3
Who shall thy once imperial fate	L3
Make wordy theme of vain debate	L3
Or shall we say thou stoop'st less low	J3
In seeking refuge from the foe	J3
Against whose heart in prosperous life	A
Thine hand hath ever held the knife	A
Such homage hath been paid	L3
By Roman and by Grecian voice	A
And there were honour in the choice	A
If it were freely made	L3
Then safely come in one so low	J3
So lost we cannot own a foe	J3
Though dear experience bid us end	L3
In thee we ne'er can hail a friend	L3
Come howsoe'er but do not hide	L3
Close in thy heart that germ of pride	L3
Erewhile by gifted bard espied	L3
That yet imperial hope	R
Think not that for a fresh rebound	L3
To raise ambition from the ground	L3
We yield thee means or scope	R
In safety come but ne'er again	Y
Hold type of independent reign	I
No islet calls thee lord	L3
We leave thee no confederate band	L3
No symbol of thy lost command	L3
To be a dagger in the hand	L3
From which we wrenched the sword	L3
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XVIII	J3
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Yet even in yon sequestered spot	L3
May worthier conquest be thy lot	L3
Than yet thy life has known	Q2
Conquest unbought by blood or harm	M3
That needs nor foreign aid nor arm	M3
A triumph all thine own	Q2
Such waits thee when thou shalt control	J3
Those passions wild that stubborn soul	J3
That marred thy prosperous scene	H
Hear this from no unmoved heart	L3
Which sighs comparing what thou art	L3
With what thou might'st have been	B2
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XIX	A
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Thou too whose deeds of fame renewed	L3
Bankrupt a nation's gratitude	L3
To thine own noble heart must owe	J3
More than the meed she can bestow	J3
For not a people's just acclaim	D2
Not the full hail of Europe's fame	D2
Thy Prince's smiles the State's decree	K
The ducal rank the gartered knee	K
Not these such pure delight afford	L3
As that when hanging up thy sword	L3
Well may'st thou think This honest steel	J3
Was ever drawn for public weal	J3
And such was rightful Heaven's decree	K
Ne'er sheathed unless with victory	K
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XX	A
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Look forth once more with softened heart	L3
Ere from the field of fame we part	L3
Triumph and Sorrow border near	K
And joy oft melts into a tear	K
Alas what links of love that morn	N3
Has War's rude hand asunder torn	N3
For ne'er was field so sternly fought	L3
And ne'er was conquest dearer bought	L3
Here piled in common slaughter sleep	I2
Those whom affection long shall weep	I2
Here rests the sire that ne'er shall strain	I
His orphans to his heart again	Y
The son whom on his native shore	K
The parent's voice shall bless no more	K
The bridegroom who has hardly pressed	L3
His blushing consort to his breast	L3
The husband whom through many a year	K
Long love and mutual faith endear	K
Thou canst not name one tender tie	L3
But here dissolved its relics lie	L3
Oh when thou see'st some mourner's veil	J3
Shroud her thin form and visage pale	J3
Or mark'st the Matron's bursting tears	A
Stream when the stricken drum she hears	A
Or see'st how manlier grief suppressed	L3
Is labouring in a father's breast	L3
With no inquiry vain pursue	A
The cause but think on Waterloo	A
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XXI	A
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Period of honour as of woes	A
What bright careers 'twas thine to close	A
Marked on thy roll of blood what names	A
To Britain's memory and to Fame's	A
Laid there their last immortal claims	A
Thou saw'st in seas of gore expire	K
Redoubted Picton's soul of fire	K
Saw'st in the mingled carnage lie	L3
All that of Ponsonby could die	L3
DE Lancey change Love's bridal wreath	O3
For laurels from the hand of Death	P3
Saw'st gallant Miller's failing eye	L3
Still bent where Albion's banners fly	L3
And Cameron in the shock of steel	J3
Die like the offspring of Lochiel	J3
And generous Gordon 'mid the strife	J3
Fall while he watched his leader's life	J3
Ah though her guardian angel's shield	L3
Fenced Britain's hero through the field	L3
Fate not the less her power made known	Q2
Through his friends' hearts to pierce his own	Q2
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XXII	A
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Forgive brave Dead the imperfect lay	J3
Who may your names your numbers say	J3
What high strung harp what lofty line	T
To each the dear earned praise assign	T
From high born chiefs of martial fame	D2
To the poor soldier's lowlier name	D2
Lightly ye rose that dawning day	J3
From your cold couch of swamp and clay	J3
To fill before the sun was low	J3
The bed that morning cannot know	J3
Oft may the tear the green sod steep	I2
And sacred be the heroes' sleep	I2
Till time shall cease to run	K2
And ne'er beside their noble grave	J3
May Briton pass and fail to crave	J3
A blessing on the fallen brave	J3
Who fought with Wellington	K2
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XXIII	J3
	-
Farewell sad Field whose blighted face	J3
Wears desolation's withering trace	J3
Long shall my memory retain	I
Thy shattered huts and trampled grain	I
With every mark of martial wrong	E3
That scathe thy towers fair Hougomont	J3
Yet though thy garden's green arcade	J3
The marksman's fatal post was made	J3
Though on thy shattered beeches fell	J3
The blended rage of shot and shell	J3
Though from thy blackened portals torn	N3
Their fall thy blighted fruit trees mourn	N3
Has not such havoc bought a name	D2
Immortal in the rolls of fame	D2
Yes Agincourt may be forgot	J3
And Cressy be an unknown spot	J3
And Blenheim's name be new	A
But still in story and in song	E3
For many an age remembered long	E3
Shall live the towers of Hougomont	J3
And Field of Waterloo	A
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Conclusion	K2
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Stern tide of human Time that know'st not rest	J3
But sweeping from the cradle to the tomb	Q3
Bear'st ever downward on thy dusky breast	J3
Successive generations to their doom	Q3
While thy capacious stream has equal room	Q3
For the gay bark where Pleasure's steamers sport	J3
And for the prison ship of guilt and gloom	Q3
The fisher skiff and barge that bears a court	J3
Still wafting onward all to one dark silent port	J3
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Stern tide of Time through what mysterious change	R3
Of hope and fear have our frail barks been driven	K2
For ne'er before vicissitude so strange	R3
Was to one race of Adam's offspring given	K2
And sure such varied change of sea and heaven	K2
Such unexpected bursts of joy and woe	J3
Such fearful strife as that where we have striven	K2
Succeeding ages ne'er again shall know	J3
Until the awful term when Thou shalt cease to flow	J3
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Well hast thou stood my Country the brave fight	J3
Hast well maintained through good report and ill	J3
In thy just cause and in thy native might	J3
And in Heaven's grace and justice constant still	J3
Whether the banded prowess strength and skill	J3
Of half the world against thee stood arrayed	J3
Or when with better views and freer will	J3
Beside thee Europe's noblest drew the blade	J3
Each emulous in arms the Ocean Queen to aid	J3
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Well art thou now repaid though slowly rose	J3
And struggled long with mists thy blaze of fame	D2
While like the dawn that in the orient glows	J3
On the broad wave its earlier lustre came	D2
Then eastern Egypt saw the growing flame	D2
And Maida's myrtles gleamed beneath its ray	J3
Where first the soldier stung with generous shame	D2
Rivalled the heroes of the watery way	J3
And washed in foemen's gore unjust reproach away	J3
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Now Island Empress wave thy crest on high	L3
And bid the banner of thy Patron flow	J3
Gallant Saint George the flower of Chivalry	K
For thou halt faced like him a dragon foe	J3
And rescued innocence from overthrow	J3
And trampled down like him tyrannic might	J3
And to the gazing world may'st proudly show	J3
The chosen emblem of thy sainted Knight	J3
Who quelled devouring pride and vindicated right	J3
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Yet 'mid the confidence of just renown	S3
Renown dear bought but dearest thus acquired	J3
Write Britain write the moral lesson down	S3
'Tis not alone the heart with valour fired	J3
The discipline so dreaded and admired	J3
In many a field of bloody conquest known	Q2
Such may by fame be lured by gold be hired	J3
'Tis constancy in the good cause alone	Q2
Best justifies the meed thy valiant sons have won	K2

Walter Scott (sir)

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