The Death Of Huss Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFGG HHIIJJ KKJJL MMNNOO P QQR SSTTU DDVVWW| In the streets of Constance was heard the shout | A |
| Masters bring the arch heretic out '' | B |
| The stake had been planted the faggots spread | C |
| And the tongues of the torches flickered red | C |
| Huss to the flames '' they fiercely cried | D |
| Then the gate of the Convent opened wide | D |
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| Into the sun from the dark he came | E |
| His face as fixed as a face in a frame | E |
| His arms were pinioned but you could see | F |
| By the smile round his mouth that his soul was free | F |
| And his eye with a strange bright glow was lit | G |
| Like a star just before the dawn quencheth it | G |
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| To the pyre the crowd a pathway made | H |
| And he walked along it with no man's aid | H |
| Steadily on to the place he trod | I |
| Commending aloud his soul to God | I |
| Aloud he prayed though they mocked his prayer | J |
| He was the only thing tranquil there | J |
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| But seeing the faggots he quickened pace | K |
| As we do when we see the loved one's face | K |
| Now now let the torch in the resin flare | J |
| Till my books and body be ashes and air | J |
| But the spirit of both shall return to men | L |
| As dew that rises descends again '' | - |
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| From the back of the crowd where the women wept | M |
| And the children whispered a peasant stepped | M |
| A goodly faggot was on his back | N |
| Brittle and sere from last year's stack | N |
| And he placed it carefully where the torch | O |
| Was sure to lick and the flame to scorch | O |
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| Why bring you fresh fuel friend Here are sticks | P |
| To burn up a score of heretics '' | - |
| Answered the peasant Because this year | Q |
| My hearth will be cold for is firewood dear | Q |
| And Heaven be witness I pay my toll | R |
| And burn your body to save my soul '' | - |
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| Huss gazed at the peasant he gazed at the pile | S |
| Then over his features there stole a smile | S |
| O Sancta Simplicitas By God's troth | T |
| This faggot of yours may save us both | T |
| And He who judgeth perchance prefer | U |
| To the victim the executioner '' | - |
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| Then unto the stake was he tightly tied | D |
| And the torches were lowered and thrust inside | D |
| You could hear the twigs crackle and sputter the flesh | V |
| Then Sancta Simplicitas '' moaned afresh | V |
| 'Twas the last men heard of the words he spoke | W |
| Ere to Heaven his soul went up with the smoke | W |
Alfred Austin
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