The Old Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE A FGFGHIHI A JEKLMNON P QRQRSTST P UPUPVWVW P UXUXDYDY P ZA2ZA2B2PB2P P LC2LC2D2E2D2E2| I | A |
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| There is a cloud before the sun | B |
| The wind is hushed and still | C |
| And silently the waters run | B |
| Beneath the sombre hill | C |
| The sky is dark in every place | D |
| As is the earth below | E |
| Methinks it wore the self same face | D |
| Two thousand years ago | E |
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| II | A |
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| No light is on the ancient wall | F |
| No light upon the mound | G |
| The very trees so thick and tall | F |
| Cast gloom not shade around | G |
| So silent is the place and cold | H |
| So far from human ken | I |
| It hath a look that makes me old | H |
| And spectres time again | I |
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| III | A |
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| I listen half in thought to hear | J |
| The Roman trumpet blow | E |
| I search for glint of helm and spear | K |
| Amidst the forest bough | L |
| And armour rings and voices swell | M |
| I hear the legion's tramp | N |
| And mark the lonely sentinel | O |
| Who guards the lonely camp | N |
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| IV | P |
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| Methinks I have no other home | Q |
| No other hearth to find | R |
| For nothing save the thought of Rome | Q |
| Is stirring in my mind | R |
| And all that I have heard or dreamed | S |
| And all I had forgot | T |
| Are rising up as though they seemed | S |
| The household of the spot | T |
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| V | P |
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| And all the names that Romans knew | U |
| Seem just as known to me | P |
| As if I were a Roman too | U |
| A Roman born and free | P |
| And I could rise at C sar's name | V |
| As though it were a charm | W |
| To draw sharp lightning from the tame | V |
| And brace the coward's arm | W |
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| VI | P |
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| And yet if yonder sky were blue | U |
| And earth were sunny gay | X |
| If nature wore the summer hue | U |
| That decked her yesterday | X |
| The mound the trench the rampart's space | D |
| Would move me nothing more | Y |
| Than many a sweet sequestred place | D |
| That I have marked before | Y |
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| VII | P |
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| I could not feel the breezes bring | Z |
| Rich odours from the trees | A2 |
| I could not hear the linnets sing | Z |
| And think on themes like these | A2 |
| The painted insects as they pass | B2 |
| In swift and motley strife | P |
| The very lizard in the grass | B2 |
| Would scare me back to life | P |
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| VIII | P |
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| Then is the past so gloomy now | L |
| That it may never bear | C2 |
| The open smile of nature's brow | L |
| Or meet the sunny air | C2 |
| I know not that but joy is power | D2 |
| However short it last | E2 |
| And joy befits the present hour | D2 |
| If sadness fits the past | E2 |
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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