Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEDECFFGGHIHIHG JJKKGGGGGGLHGGGGGGMM NONOPP A QQRGSGTTGGGG A GGGGUVWXYWGZA2GIMB2C 2C2GGC2C2GC2C2GGIG GD2GD2E2E2F2F2E2C2C2 C2C2C2C2GGGGG2G2C2GG C2 H2I2J2I2I2 GG GGG2G2

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IMAGINATION ne'er before contentB
But aye ascending restless in her prideC
From all that martial feats could yieldD
To her desires or to her hopes presentE
Stooped to the Victory on that Belgic fieldD
Achieved this closing deed magnificentE
And with the embrace was satisfiedC
Fly ministers of FameF
With every help that ye from earth and heaven may claimF
Bear through the world these tidings of delightG
Hours Days and Months 'have' borne them in the sightG
Of mortals hurrying like a sudden showerH
That landward stretches from the seaI
The morning's splendours to devourH
But this swift travel scorns the companyI
Of irksome change or threats from saddening powerH
'The shock is given the Adversaries bleed'G
'Lo Justice triumphs Earth is freed '-
Joyful annunciation it went forthJ
It pierced the caverns of the sluggish NorthJ
It found no barrier on the ridgeK
Of Andes frozen gulphs became its bridgeK
The vast Pacific gladdens with the freightG
Upon the Lakes of Asia 'tis bestowedG
The Arabian desert shapes a willing roadG
Across her burning breastG
For this refreshing incense from the WestG
Where snakes and lions breedG
Where towns and cities thick as stars appearL
Wherever fruits are gathered and where'erH
The upturned soil receives the hopeful seedG
While the Sun rules and cross the shades of nightG
The unwearied arrow hath pursued its flightG
The eyes of good men thankfully give heedG
And in its sparkling progress readG
Of virtue crowned with glory's deathless meedG
Tyrants exult to hear of kingdoms wonM
And slaves are pleased to learn that mighty feats are doneM
Even the proud Realm from whose distracted bordersN
This messenger of good was launched in airO
France humbled France amid her wild disordersN
Feels and hereafter shall the truth declareO
That she too lacks not reason to rejoiceP
And utter England's name with sadly plausive voiceP
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O genuine glory pure renownQ
And well might it beseem that mighty TownQ
Into whose bosom earth's best treasures flowR
To whom all persecuted men retreatG
If a new Temple lift her votive browS
High on the shore of silver Thames to greetG
The peaceful guest advancing from afarT
Bright be the Fabric as a starT
Fresh risen and beautiful within there meetG
Dependence infinite proportion justG
A Pile that Grace approves and Time can trustG
With his most sacred wealth heroic dustG
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But if the valiant of this landG
In reverential modesty demandG
That all observance due to them be paidG
Where their serene progenitors are laidG
Kings warriors high souled poets saint like sagesU
England's illustrious sons of long long agesV
Be it not unordained that solemn ritesW
Within the circuit of those Gothic wallsX
Shall be performed at pregnant intervalsY
Commemoration holy that unitesW
The living generations with the deadG
By the deep soul moving senseZ
Of religious eloquenceA2
By visual pomp and by the tieG
Of sweet and threatening harmonyI
Soft notes awful as the omenM
Of destructive tempests comingB2
And escaping from that sadnessC2
Into elevated gladnessC2
While the white robed choir attendantG
Under mouldering banners pendantG
Provoke all potent symphonies to raiseC2
Songs of victory and praiseC2
For them who bravely stood unhurt or bledG
With medicable wounds or found their gravesC2
Upon the battle field or under ocean's wavesC2
Or were conducted home in single stateG
And long procession there to lieG
Where their sons' sons and all posterityI
Unheard by them their deeds shall celebrateG
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Nor will the God of peace and love-
Such martial service disapprove-
He guides the Pestilence the cloudG
Of locusts travels on his breathD2
The region that in hope was ploughedG
His drought consumes his mildew taints with deathD2
He springs the hushed Volcano's mineE2
He puts the Earthquake on her still designE2
Darkens the sun hath bade the forest sinkF2
And drinking towns and cities still can drinkF2
Cities and towns 'tis Thou the work is ThineE2
The fierce Tornado sleeps within thy courtsC2
He hears the word he fliesC2
And navies perish in their portsC2
For Thou art angry with thine enemiesC2
For these and mourning for our errorsC2
And sins that point their terrorsC2
We bow our heads before Thee and we laudG
And magnify thy name Almighty GodG
But Man is thy most awful instrumentG
In working out a pure intentG
Thou cloth'st the wicked in their dazzling mailG2
And for thy righteous purpose they prevailG2
Thine arm from peril guards the coastsC2
Of them who in thy laws delightG
Thy presence turns the scale of doubtful fightG
Tremendous God of battles Lord of HostsC2
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Forbear to Thee-
Father and Judge of all with fervent tongueH2
But in a gentler strainI2
Of contemplation by no sense of wrongJ2
Too quick and keen incited to disdainI2
Of pity pleading from the heart in vainI2
TO THEE TO THEE-
Just God of christianised Humanity-
Shall praises be poured forth and thanks ascendG
That thou hast brought our warfare to an endG
And that we need no second victory-
Blest above measure blestG
If on thy love our Land her hopes shall restG
And all the Nations labour to fulfilG2
Thy law and live henceforth in peace in pure good willG2

William Wordsworth



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