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 LC2LC2D2E2D2E2I | 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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