A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCDEDEFF| For lo the nations the imperial nations | A |
| Of Europe all imagine a vain thing | B |
| Sitting thus blindly in their generations | A |
| Serving an idol for their God and King | B |
| Blindly they rage together worshipping | B |
| Their lusts of cunning and their lusts of gold | C |
| Trampling the hearts of all too weak to bring | B |
| Alms to their Baal which is bought and sold | C |
| And lo there is no refuge none but Baal | D |
| For man's best help and the mute recreant earth | E |
| Drinks in its children's blood and hears their wail | D |
| And deals no vengeance on its last foul birth | E |
| And there is found no hand to ward or keep | F |
| The weak from wrong and Pity is asleep | F |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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