Battle Of Brunanburgh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEAAFGEHCCI JJKJJ ELJMJCCCAEANLCCLE JCJCOJ OPQQRJSCM AQJO ECATCC OJOE CQJJCCCUJE CQQEJQOAEFEJJJJVC JRQEEOJ OAECE OOCCCC EJGJJJESEVCORCC

Athelstan KingA
Lord among EarlsB
Bracelet bestower andC
Baron of BaronsD
He with his brotherE
Edmund AthelingA
Gaining a lifelongA
Glory in battleF
Slew with the sword edgeG
There by BrunanburhE
Brake the shield wallH
Hew'd the lindenwoodC
Hack'd the battleshieldC
Sons of Edward with hammer'd brandsI
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Theirs was a greatnessJ
Got from their GrandsiresJ
Theirs that so often inK
Strife with their enemiesJ
Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homesJ
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Bow'd the spoilerE
Bent the ScotsmanL
Fell the shipcrewsJ
Doom'd to the deathM
All the field with blood of the fightersJ
Flow'd from when first the greatC
Sun star of morningtideC
Lamp of the Lord GodC
Lord everlastingA
Glode over earth till the glorious creatureE
Sank to his settingA
There lay many a manN
Marr'd by the javelinL
Men of the NorthlandC
Shot over shieldC
There was the ScotsmanL
Weary of warE
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We the West SaxonsJ
Long as the daylightC
Lasted in companiesJ
Troubled the track of the host that we hatedC
Grimly with swords that were sharp from the grindstoneO
Fiercely we hack'd at the flyers before usJ
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Mighty the MercianO
Hard was his hand playP
Sparing not any ofQ
Those that with AnlafQ
Warriors over theR
Weltering watersJ
Borne in the bark's bosomS
Drew to this islandC
Doom'd to the deathM
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Five young kings put asleep by the sword strokeA
Seven strong earls of the army of AnlafQ
Fell on the war field numberless numbersJ
Shipmen and ScotsmenO
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Then the Norse leaderE
Dire was his need of itC
Few were his followingA
Fled to his warshipT
Fleeted his vessel to sea with the king in itC
Saving his life on the fallow floodC
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Also the crafty oneO
ConstantinusJ
Crept to his north againO
Hoar headed heroE
-
Slender warrant hadC
He to be proud ofQ
The welcome of war knivesJ
He that was reft of hisJ
Folk and his friends that hadC
Fallen in conflictC
Leaving his son tooC
Lost in the carnageU
Mangled to morselsJ
A youngster in warE
-
Slender reason hadC
He to be glad ofQ
The clash of the war glaiveQ
Traitor and tricksterE
And spurner of treatiesJ
He nor had AnlafQ
With armies so brokenO
A reason for braggingA
That they had the betterE
In perils of battleF
On places of slaughterE
The struggle of standardsJ
The rush of the javelinsJ
The crash of the chargesJ
The wielding of weaponsJ
The play that they play'd withV
The children of EdwardC
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Then with their nail'd prowsJ
Parted the Norsemen aR
Blood redden'd relic ofQ
Javelins overE
The jarring breaker the deep sea billowE
Shaping their way toward Dyflen againO
Shamed in their soulsJ
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Also the brethrenO
King and AthelingA
Each in his gloryE
Went to his own in his own West SaxonlandC
Glad of the warE
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Many a carcase they left to be carrionO
Many a livid one many a sallow skinO
Left for the white tail'd eagle to tear it andC
Left for the horny nibb'd raven to rend it andC
Gave to the garbaging war hawk to gorge it andC
That gray beast the wolf of the wealdC
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Never had hugerE
Slaughter of heroesJ
Slain by the sword edgeG
Such as old writersJ
Have writ of in historiesJ
Hapt in this isle sinceJ
Up from the East hitherE
Saxon and Angle fromS
Over the broad billowE
Broke into Britain withV
Haughty war workers whoC
Harried the Welshman whenO
Earls that were lured by theR
Hunger of glory gatC
Hold of the landC

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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