The Fyghtynge Seventh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACDC EFBF GHIH GAJA AGFG

It is the gallant SeventhA
It fyghteth faste and freeB
God wot the where it fyghtethA
I ne desyre to beB
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The Gonfalon it flyethA
Seeming a Flayme in SkyC
The Bugel loud yblowen isD
Which sayeth Doe and dyeC
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And O good Saints defende usE
Agaynst the Woes of WarrF
Drawn Tongues are flashing deadlyB
To smyte the Foeman soreF
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With divers kinds of RiddanceG
The smoaking Earth is wetH
And all aflowe to seaward goeI
The Torrents wide of SweatH
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The Thunder of the CaptensG
And eke the Shouting maykethA
Such horrid Din the Soule withinJ
The boddy of me quaykethA
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Who fyghteth the bold SeventhA
What haughty Power defyesG
Their Colonel 'tis they drubben soreF
And dammen too his EyesG

Ambrose Bierce



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