Zu Der Edlen Yagd - [a Treatise On Trees--vine-tree V. Saddle-tree] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABC DEDEFGFG HEIEJKJK LMLMNINI OPOPQRQR AMAASTST IUIUVWVW| Now welcome welcome masters mine | A |
| Thrice welcome to the noble chase | B |
| Nor earthly sport nor sport divine | A |
| Can take such honourable place | B |
| Ballad of the Wild Huntsman Free Translation | C |
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| I remember some words my father said | D |
| When I was an urchin vain | E |
| God rest his soul in his narrow bed | D |
| These ten long years he hath lain | E |
| When I think one drop of the blood he bore | F |
| This faint heart surely must hold | G |
| It may be my fancy and nothing more | F |
| But the faint heart seemeth bold | G |
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| He said that as from the blood of grape | H |
| Or from juice distilled from the grain | E |
| False vigour soon to evaporate | I |
| Is lent to nerve and brain | E |
| So the coward will dare on the gallant horse | J |
| What he never would dare alone | K |
| Because he exults in a borrowed force | J |
| And a hardihood not his own | K |
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| And it may be so yet this difference lies | L |
| 'Twixt the vine and the saddle tree | M |
| The spurious courage that drink supplies | L |
| Sets our baser passions free | M |
| But the stimulant which the horseman feels | N |
| When he gallops fast and straight | I |
| To his better nature most appeals | N |
| And charity conquers hate | I |
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| As the kindly sunshine thaws the snow | O |
| E'en malice and spite will yield | P |
| We could almost welcome our mortal foe | O |
| In the saddle by flood and field | P |
| And chivalry dawns in the merry tale | Q |
| That Market Harborough writes | R |
| And the yarns of Nimrod and Martingale | Q |
| Seem legends of loyal knights | R |
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| Now tell me for once old horse of mine | A |
| Grazing round me loose and free | M |
| Does your ancient equine heart repine | A |
| For a burst in such companie | A |
| Where the powers that be in the front rank ride | S |
| To hold your own with the throng | T |
| Or to plunge at Faugh a Ballagh's side | S |
| In the rapids of Dandenong | T |
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| Don't tread on my toes you're no foolish weight | I |
| So I found to my cost as under | U |
| Your carcase I lay when you rose too late | I |
| Yet I blame you not for the blunder | U |
| What sulky old man your under lip falls | V |
| You think I too ready to rail am | W |
| At your kinship remote to that duffer at walls | V |
| The talkative roadster of Balaam | W |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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