An Indian At The Burial-place Of His Fathers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGIJK LMLMNN OPOPQQ RSRTUU PVPVHH FWFWXX YZYA2B2B2 QNQNC2C2 D2E2D2E2F2F2 F2F2F2F2F2F2 G2H2G2H2F2F2It is the spot I came to seek | A |
My fathers' ancient burial place | B |
Ere from these vales ashamed and weak | A |
Withdrew our wasted race | B |
It is the spot I know it well | C |
Of which our old traditions tell | C |
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For here the upland bank sends out | D |
A ridge toward the river side | E |
I know the shaggy hills about | D |
The meadows smooth and wide | E |
The plains that toward the southern sky | F |
Fenced east and west by mountains lie | F |
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A white man gazing on the scene | G |
Would say a lovely spot was here | H |
And praise the lawns so fresh and green | G |
Between the hills so sheer | I |
I like it not I would the plain | J |
Lay in its tall old groves again | K |
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The sheep are on the slopes around | L |
The cattle in the meadows feed | M |
And labourers turn the crumbling ground | L |
Or drop the yellow seed | M |
And prancing steeds in trappings gay | N |
Whirl the bright chariot o'er the way | N |
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Methinks it were a nobler sight | O |
To see these vales in woods arrayed | P |
Their summits in the golden light | O |
Their trunks in grateful shade | P |
And herds of deer that bounding go | Q |
O'er hills and prostrate trees below | Q |
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And then to mark the lord of all | R |
The forest hero trained to wars | S |
Quivered and plumed and lithe and tall | R |
And seamed with glorious scars | T |
Walk forth amid his reign to dare | U |
The wolf and grapple with the bear | U |
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This bank in which the dead were laid | P |
Was sacred when its soil was ours | V |
Hither the artless Indian maid | P |
Brought wreaths of beads and flowers | V |
And the gray chief and gifted seer | H |
Worshipped the god of thunders here | H |
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But now the wheat is green and high | F |
On clods that hid the warrior's breast | W |
And scattered in the furrows lie | F |
The weapons of his rest | W |
And there in the loose sand is thrown | X |
Of his large arm the mouldering bone | X |
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Ah little thought the strong and brave | Y |
Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth | Z |
Or the young wife that weeping gave | Y |
Her first born to the earth | A2 |
That the pale race who waste us now | B2 |
Among their bones should guide the plough | B2 |
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They waste us ay like April snow | Q |
In the warm noon we shrink away | N |
And fast they follow as we go | Q |
Towards the setting day | N |
Till they shall fill the land and we | C2 |
Are driven into the western sea | C2 |
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But I behold a fearful sign | D2 |
To which the white men's eyes are blind | E2 |
Their race may vanish hence like mine | D2 |
And leave no trace behind | E2 |
Save ruins o'er the region spread | F2 |
And the white stones above the dead | F2 |
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Before these fields were shorn and tilled | F2 |
Full to the brim our rivers flowed | F2 |
The melody of waters filled | F2 |
The fresh and boundless wood | F2 |
And torrents dashed and rivulets played | F2 |
And fountains spouted in the shade | F2 |
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Those grateful sounds are heard no more | G2 |
The springs are silent in the sun | H2 |
The rivers by the blackened shore | G2 |
With lessening current run | H2 |
The realm our tribes are crushed to get | F2 |
May be a barren desert yet | F2 |
William Cullen Bryant
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