England My Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE BFGH FEEI JFKL FFMH FFGF NFJL A KBMO PPPQ RFFS FFTH UUUO FFFV A WFBE MFJA OXOY OEFF ZWBW JWBE FFWA2 EOBE B2BBW C2WWD2 MJBE

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England my motherB
Wardress of watersC
Builder of peoplesD
Maker of menE
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Hast thou yet leisureB
Left for the musesF
Heed'st thou the songsmithG
Forging the rhymeH
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Deafened with tumultsF
How canst thou hearkenE
Strident is factionE
Demos is loudI
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Lazarus hungryJ
Menaces DivesF
Labour the giantK
Chafes in his holdL
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Yet do the songsmithsF
Quit not their forgesF
Still on life's anvilM
Forge they the rhymeH
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Still the rapt facesF
Glow from the furnaceF
Breath of the smithyG
Scorches their browsF
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Yea and thou hear'st themN
So shall the hammersF
Fashion not vainlyJ
Verses of goldL
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IIA
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Lo with the ancientK
Roots of man's natureB
Twines the eternalM
Passion of songO
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Ever Love fans itP
Ever Life feeds itP
Time cannot age itP
Death cannot slayQ
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Deep in the world heartR
Stand its foundationsF
Tangled with all thingsF
Twin made with allS
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Nay what is Nature'sF
Self but an endlessF
Strife toward musicT
Euphony rhymeH
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Trees in their bloomingU
Tides in their flowingU
Stars in their circlingU
Tremble with songO
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God on His throne isF
Eldest of poetsF
Unto His measuresF
Moveth the WholeV
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IIIA
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Therefore deride notW
Speech of the musesF
England my motherB
Maker of menE
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Nations are mortalM
Fragile is greatnessF
Fortune may fly theeJ
Song shall not flyA
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Song the all girdlingO
Song cannot perishX
Men shall make musicO
Man shall give earY
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Not while the choricO
Chant of creationE
Floweth from all thingsF
Poured without pauseF
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Cease we to echoZ
Faintly the descantW
Whereto for everB
Dances the worldW
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So let the songsmithJ
Proffer his rhyme giftW
England my motherB
Maker of menE
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Gray grows thy count'nanceF
Full of the agesF
Time on thy foreheadW
Sits like a dreamA2
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Song is the potionE
All things renewingO
Youth's one elixirB
Fountain of mornE
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Thou at the world loomB2
Weaving thy futureB
Fitly may'st temperB
Toil with delightW
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Deemest thou labourC2
Only is earnestW
Grave is all beautyW
Solemn is joyD2
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Song is no baubleM
Slight not the songsmithJ
England my motherB
Maker of menE

William Watson



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