Ode-- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDDEFFFE A DGDGHHIFFFI A JKJKFFLMMML E NFOFPPQRRRQ E FSFSTTUVWXU E PY YHHZA2A2A2 E B2C2B2C2D2D2E2F2F2F2 E2 E G2EG2EG2G2G2H2H2H2G2 F FI2FI2J2J2GEEEG F G2G2G2G2K2K2L2EEE F M2FM2FFFFH2H2H2F F FG2FG2G2G2G2N2N2N2G2| I | A |
| Our city by the sea | B |
| As the rebel city known | C |
| With a soul and spirit free | B |
| As the waves that make her zone | C |
| Stands in wait for the fate | D |
| From the angry arm of hate | D |
| But she nothing fears the terror of his blow | E |
| She hath garrisoned her walls | F |
| And for every son that falls | F |
| She will spread a thousand palls | F |
| For the foe | E |
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| II | A |
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| Old Moultrie at her gate | D |
| Clad in arms and ancient fame | G |
| Grimly watching stands elate | D |
| To deliver bolt and flame | G |
| Brave the band at command | H |
| To illumine sea and land | H |
| With a glory that shall honor days of yore | I |
| And as racers for their goals | F |
| A thousand fiery souls | F |
| While the drum of battle rolls | F |
| Line the shore | I |
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| III | A |
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| Lo rising at his side | J |
| As if emulous to share | K |
| His old historic pride | J |
| The vast form of Sumter there | K |
| Girt by waves which he braves | F |
| Though the equinoctial raves | F |
| As the mountain braves the lightning on his steep | L |
| And like tigers crouching round | M |
| Are the tribute forts that bound | M |
| All the consecrated ground | M |
| By the deep | L |
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| IV | E |
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| It was calm the April noon | N |
| When in iron castled towers | F |
| Our haughty foe came on | O |
| With his aggregated powers | F |
| All his might 'gainst the right | P |
| Now embattled for the fight | P |
| With Hell's hate and venom working in his heart | Q |
| A vast and dread array | R |
| Glooming black upon the day | R |
| Hell's passions all in play | R |
| With Hell's art | Q |
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| V | E |
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| But they trouble not the souls | F |
| Of our Carolina host | S |
| And the drum of battle rolls | F |
| While each hero seeks his post | S |
| Firm though few sworn to do | T |
| Their old city full in view | T |
| The brave city of their sires and their dead | U |
| There each freeman had his brood | V |
| All the dear ones of his blood | W |
| And he knew they watching stood | X |
| In their dread | U |
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| VI | E |
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| To the bare embattled height | P |
| Then our gallant colonel sprung | Y |
| 'Bid them welcome to the fight ' | - |
| Were the accents of his tongue | Y |
| 'Music band pour out grand | H |
| The free song of Dixie Land | H |
| Let it tell them we are joyful that they come | Z |
| Bid them welcome drum and flute | A2 |
| Nor be your cannon mute | A2 |
| Give them chivalrous salute | A2 |
| To their doom ' | - |
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| VII | E |
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| Out spoke an eager gun | B2 |
| From the walls of Moultrie then | C2 |
| And through clouds of sulph'rous dun | B2 |
| Rose a shout of thousand men | C2 |
| As the shot hissing hot | D2 |
| Goes in lightning to the spot | D2 |
| Goes crashing wild through timber and through mail | E2 |
| Then roared the storm from all | F2 |
| Moultrie's ports and Sumter's wall | F2 |
| Bursting bomb and driving ball | F2 |
| Hell in hail | E2 |
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| VIII | E |
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| Full a hundred cannon roared | G2 |
| The dread welcome to the foe | E |
| And his felon spirit cowered | G2 |
| As he crouched beneath the blow | E |
| As each side opened wide | G2 |
| To the iron and the tide | G2 |
| He lost his faith in armor and in art | G2 |
| And with the loss of faith | H2 |
| Came the dread of wounds and scath | H2 |
| And the felon fear of death | H2 |
| Wrung his heart | G2 |
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| IX | F |
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| Quenched then his foul desires | F |
| In his mortal pain and fear | I2 |
| How feeble grew his fires | F |
| How stayed his fell career | I2 |
| How each keel made to reel | J2 |
| 'Neath our thunder seems to kneel | J2 |
| Their turrets staggering wildly to and fro blind and lame | G |
| Ironsides and iron roof | E |
| Held no longer bullet proof | E |
| Steal away shrink aloof | E |
| In their shame | G |
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| X | F |
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| But our lightnings follow fast | G2 |
| With a vengeance sharp and hot | G2 |
| Our bolts are on the blast | G2 |
| And they rive with shell and shot | G2 |
| Huge the form which they warm | K2 |
| With the hot breath of the storm | K2 |
| Dread the crash which follows as each Titan mass is struck | L2 |
| They shiver as they fly | E |
| While their leader drifting nigh | E |
| Sinks choking with the cry | E |
| 'Keokuk ' | - |
| XI | F |
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| To the brave old city joy | M2 |
| For that the hostile race | F |
| Commissioned to destroy | M2 |
| Hath fled in sore disgrace | F |
| That our sons at their guns | F |
| Have beat back the modern Huns | F |
| Have maintained their household fanes and their fires | F |
| And free from taint and scath | H2 |
| Have kept the fame and faith | H2 |
| And will keep through blood and death | H2 |
| Of their sires | F |
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| XII | F |
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| To the Lord of Hosts the glory | F |
| For His the arm and might | G2 |
| That have writ for us the story | F |
| And have borne us through the fight | G2 |
| His our shield in that field | G2 |
| Voice that bade us never yield | G2 |
| Oh had he not been with us through the terrors of that day | G2 |
| His strength hath made us strong | N2 |
| Cheered the right and crushed the wrong | N2 |
| To His temple let us throng | N2 |
| PRAISE AND PRAY | G2 |
William Gilmore Simms
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