Zu Der Edlen Yagd Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EBFBGHGH IJIJKFKF LMLMNONO PJPPQRQR FSFSTUTU| I remember some words my father said | A |
| When I was an urchin vain | B |
| God rest his soul in his narrow bed | A |
| These ten long years he hath lain | B |
| When I think one drop of the blood he bore | C |
| This faint heart surely must hold | D |
| It may be my fancy and nothing more | C |
| But the faint heart seemeth bold | D |
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| He said that as from the blood of grape | E |
| Or from juice distilled from the grain | B |
| False vigour soon to evaporate | F |
| Is lent to nerve and brain | B |
| So the coward will dare on the gallant horse | G |
| What he never would dare alone | H |
| Because he exults in a borrowed force | G |
| And a hardihood not his own | H |
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| And it may be so yet this difference lies | I |
| 'Twixt the vine and the saddle tree | J |
| The spurious courage that drink supplies | I |
| Sets our baser passions free | J |
| But the stimulant which the horseman feels | K |
| When he gallops fast and straight | F |
| To his better nature most appeals | K |
| And charity conquers hate | F |
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| As the kindly sunshine thaws the snow | L |
| E'en malice and spite will yield | M |
| We could almost welcome our mortal foe | L |
| In the saddle by flood and field | M |
| And chivalry dawns in the merry tale | N |
| That 'Market Harborough' writes | O |
| And the yarns of 'Nimrod' and 'Martingale' | N |
| Seem legends of loyal knights | O |
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| Now tell me for once old horse of mine | P |
| Grazing round me loose and free | J |
| Does your ancient equine heart repine | P |
| For a burst in such companie | P |
| Where 'the Powers that be' in the front rank ride | Q |
| To hold your own with the throng | R |
| Or to plunge at 'Faugh a Ballagh's' side | Q |
| In the rapids of Dandenong | R |
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| Don't tread on my toes you're no foolish weight | F |
| So I found to my cost as under | S |
| Your carcass I lay when you rose too late | F |
| Yet I blame you not for the blunder | S |
| What sulky old man your under lip falls | T |
| You think I too ready to rail am | U |
| At your kinship remote to that duffer at walls | T |
| The talkative roadster of Balaam | U |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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