The African Chief Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGHGIJIJ KLMLNONO PQPRJSJS TUTUVWXW PYPYUSUS TVTVZA2ZB2 QC2QC2OUOU

Chained in the market place he stoodA
A man of giant frameB
Amid the gathering multitudeC
That shrunk to hear his nameB
All stern of look and strong of limbD
His dark eye on the groundE
And silently they gazed on himD
As on a lion boundE
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Vainly but well that chief had foughtF
He was a captive nowG
Yet pride that fortune humbles notH
Was written on his browG
The scars his dark broad bosom woreI
Showed warrior true and braveJ
A prince among his tribe beforeI
He could not be a slaveJ
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Then to his conqueror he spakeK
My brother is a kingL
Undo this necklace from my neckM
And take this bracelet ringL
And send me where my brother reignsN
And I will fill thy handsO
With store of ivory from the plainsN
And gold dust from the sandsO
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Not for thy ivory nor thy goldP
Will I unbind thy chainQ
That bloody hand shall never holdP
The battle spear againR
A price thy nation never gaveJ
Shall yet be paid for theeS
For thou shalt be the Christian's slaveJ
In lands beyond the seaS
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Then wept the warrior chief and badeT
To shred his locks awayU
And one by one each heavy braidT
Before the victor layU
Thick were the platted locks and longV
And closely hidden thereW
Shone many a wedge of gold amongX
The dark and crisped hairW
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Look feast thy greedy eye with goldP
Long kept for sorest needY
Take it thou askest sums untoldP
And say that I am freedY
Take it my wife the long long dayU
Weeps by the cocoa treeS
And my young children leave their playU
And ask in vain for meS
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I take thy gold but I have madeT
Thy fetters fast and strongV
And ween that by the cocoa shadeT
Thy wife will wait thee longV
Strong was the agony that shookZ
The captive's frame to hearA2
And the proud meaning of his lookZ
Was changed to mortal fearB2
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His heart was broken crazed his brainQ
At once his eye grew wildC2
He struggled fiercely with his chainQ
Whispered and wept and smiledC2
Yet wore not long those fatal bandsO
And once at shut of dayU
They drew him forth upon the sandsO
The foul hyena's preyU

William Cullen Bryant



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