A Song Of Liberty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFEEFGHEGIJKLMEK NE O P Q J

The Eternal Female groand it was heard over all the EarthA
Albions coast is sick silent the American meadows faintB
Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean France rend down thy dungeonC
Golden Spain burst the barriers of old RomeD
Cast thy keys O Rome into the deep down falling even to eternity down fallingE
And weepF
In her trembling hands she took the new born terror howlingE
On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the atlantic sea the new born fire stood before the starry kingE
Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the jealous wings wav'd over the deepF
The speary hand burned aloft unbuckled was the shield forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair andG
PL hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry nightH
The fire the fire is fallingE
Look up look up O citizen of London enlarge thy countenance O Jew leave counting gold return to thy oil andG
wine O African black African go winged thought widen his foreheadI
The fiery limbs the flaming hair shot like the sinking sun into the western seaJ
Wak'd from his eternal sleep the hoary element roaring fled awayK
Down rushd beating his wings in vain the jealous king his grey brow'd councellors thunderous warriors curl'd veterans among helms and shields and chariots horses elephants banners castles slings and rocksL
Falling rushing ruining buried in the ruins on Urthona's densM
All night beneath the ruins then their sullen flames faded emerge round the gloomy kingE
With thunder and fire leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness PL he promulgates his ten commands glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismayK
Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud while the morning plumes her golden breastN
Spurning the clouds written with curses stamps the stony law to dust loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night cryingE
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Empire is no more and now the lion wolf shall ceaseO
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ChorusP
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Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn no longer in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of joy Nor his accepted brethren whom tyrant he calls free lay the bound or build the roof Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity that wishes but acts notQ
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For every thing that lives is HolyJ

William Blake



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