The Field Of Waterloo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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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 |
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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 |
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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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