Romero Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEEFFGGHIJIKLK LMMNNFFCA IIOOPP BBQQHJ RRSSTT S UUII| When freedom from the land of Spain | A |
| By Spain's degenerate sons was driven | B |
| Who gave their willing limbs again | C |
| To wear the chain so lately riven | B |
| Romero broke the sword he wore | D |
| Go faithful brand the warrior said | E |
| Go undishonoured never more | D |
| The blood of man shall make thee red | E |
| I grieve for that already shed | E |
| And I am sick at heart to know | F |
| That faithful friend and noble foe | F |
| Have only bled to make more strong | G |
| The yoke that Spain has worn so long | G |
| Wear it who will in abject fear | H |
| I wear it not who have been free | I |
| The perjured Ferdinand shall hear | J |
| No oath of loyalty from me | I |
| Then hunted by the hounds of power | K |
| Romero chose a safe retreat | L |
| Where bleak Nevada's summits tower | K |
| Above the beauty at their feet | L |
| There once when on his cabin lay | M |
| The crimson light of setting day | M |
| When even on the mountain's breast | N |
| The chainless winds were all at rest | N |
| And he could hear the river's flow | F |
| From the calm paradise below | F |
| Warmed with his former fires again | C |
| He framed this rude but solemn strain | A |
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| Here will I make my home for here at least I see | I |
| Upon this wild Sierra's side the steps of Liberty | I |
| Where the locust chirps unscared beneath the unpruned lime | O |
| And the merry bee doth hide from man the spoil of the mountain thyme | O |
| Where the pure winds come and go and the wild vine gads at will | P |
| An outcast from the haunts of men she dwells with Nature still | P |
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| I see the valleys Spain where thy mighty rivers run | B |
| And the hills that lift thy harvests and vineyards to the sun | B |
| And the flocks that drink thy brooks and sprinkle all the green | Q |
| Where lie thy plains with sheep walks seamed and olive shades between | Q |
| I see thy fig trees bask with the fair pomegranate near | H |
| And the fragrance of thy lemon groves can almost reach me here | J |
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| Fair fair but fallen Spain 'tis with a swelling heart | R |
| That I think on all thou mightst have been and look at what thou art | R |
| But the strife is over now and all the good and brave | S |
| That would have raised thee up are gone to exile or the grave | S |
| Thy fleeces are for monks thy grapes for the convent feast | T |
| And the wealth of all thy harvest fields for the pampered lord and priest | T |
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| IV | S |
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| But I shall see the day it will come before I die | - |
| I shall see it in my silver hairs and with an age dimmed eye | - |
| When the spirit of the land to liberty shall bound | U |
| As yonder fountain leaps away from the darkness of the ground | U |
| And to my mountain cell the voices of the free | I |
| Shall rise as from the beaten shore the thunders of the sea | I |
William Cullen Bryant
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