Ode--shell The Old City! Shell! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDEEC A FFFGHHHG A IJIKLMLK N OOOPQQQP N RRSTUUUT N VVVBWWWB N XXXUYYYU N UUUUZZZU U UUUA2B2B2B2A2 U UUUC2D2D2D2E2 U UUUNZZZN U F2F2F2LG2G2G2M U ZZZUZZZU N ZZZE2DDDE2 N BBBNUUUI | A |
Shell the old city I shell | B |
Ye myrmidons of Hell | B |
Ye serve your master well | B |
With hellish arts | C |
Hurl down with bolt and fire | D |
The grand old shrines the spire | E |
But know your demon ire | E |
Subdues no hearts | C |
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II | A |
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There we defy ye still | F |
With sworn and resolute will | F |
Courage ye cannot kill | F |
While we have breath | G |
Stone walls your bolts may break | H |
But ere our souls ye shake | H |
Of the whole land we'll make | H |
One realm of death | G |
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III | A |
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Dear are our homes our eyes | I |
Weep at their sacrifice | J |
And with each bolt that flies | I |
Each roof that falls | K |
The pang extorts the tear | L |
That things so precious dear | M |
To memory love and care | L |
Sink with our walls | K |
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IV | N |
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Trophies of ancient time | O |
When with great souls sublime | O |
Opposing force and crime | O |
Our fathers fought | P |
Relics of golden hours | Q |
When for our shrines and bowers | Q |
Genius with magic powers | Q |
Her triumphs wrought | P |
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V | N |
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Each Sabbath hallowed dome | R |
Each ancient family home | R |
The dear old southwest room | S |
All trellised round | T |
Where gay bright summer vines | U |
Linked in fantastic twines | U |
With the sun's blazing lines | U |
Rubied the ground | T |
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VI | N |
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Homes sacred to the past | V |
Which bore the hostile blast | V |
Though Spain France Britain cast | V |
Their shot and shell | B |
Tombs of the mighty dead | W |
That in our battles bled | W |
When on our infant head | W |
These furies fell | B |
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VII | N |
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Halls which the foreign guest | X |
Found of each charm possessed | X |
With cheer unstinted blessed | X |
And noblest grace | U |
Where drawing to her side | Y |
The stranger far and wide | Y |
Frank courtesy took pride | Y |
To give him place | U |
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VIII | N |
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The shaded walks the bowers | U |
Where through long summer hours | U |
Young Love first proved his powers | U |
To win the prize | U |
Where every tree has heard | Z |
Some vows of love preferred | Z |
And with his leaves unstirred | Z |
Watch'd lips and eyes | U |
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IX | U |
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Gardens of tropic blooms | U |
That through the shaded rooms | U |
Sent Orient winged perfumes | U |
With dusk and dawn | A2 |
The grand old laurel tall | B2 |
As sovereign over all | B2 |
And from the porch and hall | B2 |
The verdant lawn | A2 |
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X | U |
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Oh when we think of these | U |
Old homes ancestral trees | U |
Where in the sun and breeze | U |
At morn and even | C2 |
Was to enjoy the play | D2 |
Of hearts at holiday | D2 |
And find in blooms of May | D2 |
Foretaste of Heaven | E2 |
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XI | U |
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Where as we cast our eyes | U |
On thing's of precious prize | U |
Trophies of good and wise | U |
Grand noble brave | N |
And think of these so late | Z |
Sacred to soul and state | Z |
Doomed as the wreck of fate | Z |
By fiend and slave | N |
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XII | U |
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The inevitable pain | F2 |
Coursing through blood and brain | F2 |
Drives forth like winter rain | F2 |
The bitter tear | L |
We cannot help but weep | G2 |
From depth of hearts that keep | G2 |
The memories dread and deep | G2 |
To vengeance dear | M |
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XIII | U |
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Aye for each tear we shed | Z |
There shall be torrents red | Z |
Not from the eye founts fed | Z |
But from the veins | U |
Bloody shall be the sweat | Z |
Fiends felons that shall yet | Z |
Pay retribution's debt | Z |
In torture's pains | U |
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XIV | N |
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Our tears shall naught abate | Z |
Of what we owe to hate | Z |
To the avenging fate | Z |
To earth and Heaven | E2 |
And soon or late the hour | D |
Shall bring th' atoning power | D |
When through the clouds that lower | D |
The storm bolt's driven | E2 |
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XV | N |
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Shell the old city shell | B |
But with each rooftree's knell | B |
Vows deep of vengeance fell | B |
Fire soul and eye | N |
With every tear that falls | U |
Above our stricken walls | U |
Each heart more fiercely calls | U |
'Avenge or die ' | - |
William Gilmore Simms
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