The Tournay Of The Heroes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBACBB DDEEAADD FFDDBBGGHHIIDDJJGGKK LLCC MNNDDOOAAAA DEE| Ho warders cry a tournay ho heralds call the knights | A |
| What gallant lance for old Romance 'gainst modern fiction fights | A |
| The lists are set the Knights are met I ween a dread array | B |
| St Chad to shield a stricken field shall we behold to day | B |
| First to the Northern barriers pricks Roland of Roncesvaux | A |
| And by his side in knightly pride Wilfred of Ivanhoe | C |
| The Templar rideth by his rein two gallant foes were they | B |
| And proud to see le brave Bussy his colours doth display | B |
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| Ready at need he comes with speed William of Deloraine | D |
| And Hereward the Wake himself is pricking o'er the plain | D |
| The good knight of La Mancha's here here is Sir Amyas Leigh | E |
| And Eric of the gold hair pride of Northern chivalry | E |
| There shines the steel of Alan Breck the sword of Athos shines | A |
| Dalgetty on Gustavus rides along the marshalled lines | A |
| With many a knight of sunny France the Cid has marched from Spain | D |
| And Gotz the Iron handed leads the lances of Almain | D |
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| But who upon the Modern side are champions With the sleeve | F |
| Adorned of his false lady love rides glorious David Grieve | F |
| A bookseller sometime was he in a provincial town | D |
| But now before his iron mace go horse and rider down | D |
| Ho Robert Elsmere count thy beads lo champion of the fray | B |
| With brandished colt comes Felix Holt all of the Modern day | B |
| And Silas Lapham's six shooter is cocked the Colonel's spry | G |
| There spurs the wary Egoist defiance in his eye | G |
| There Zola's ragged regiment comes with dynamite in hand | H |
| And Flaubert's crew of country doctors devastate the land | H |
| On Robert Elsmere Friar Tuck falls with his quarter staff | I |
| Nom De to see the clerics fight might make the sourest laugh | I |
| They meet they shock full many a knight is smitten on the crown | D |
| So keep us good St Genevieve Umslopogaas is down | D |
| About the mace of David Grieve his blood is flowing red | J |
| Alas for ancient chivalry le brave Bussy is sped | J |
| Yet where the sombre Templar rides the Modern caitiffs fly | G |
| The Mummer of The Mummer's Wife has got it in the eye | G |
| From Felix Holt his patent Colt hath not averted fate | K |
| And Silas Lapham's smitten fair right through his gallant pate | K |
| There Dan Deronda reels and falls a hero sore surprised | L |
| Ha Beauseant still may such fate befall the Circumcised | L |
| The Egoist is flying fast from him of Ivanhoe | C |
| Beneath the axe of Skalagrim fall prigs at every blow | C |
| The ragged Zolaists have fled screaming 'We are betrayed ' | - |
| But loyal Alan Breck is shent stabbed through the Stuart plaid | M |
| In sooth it is a grimly sight so fast the heroes fall | N |
| Three volumes fell could scarcely tell the fortunes of them all | N |
| At length but two are left on ground and David Grieve is one | D |
| Ma foy what deeds of derring do that bookseller hath done | D |
| The other mark the giant frame the great portentous fist | O |
| 'Tis Porthos David Grieve may call on Kuenen an he list | O |
| The swords are crossed Doublez degagez vite great Porthos calls | A |
| And David drops that secret botte hath pierced his overalls | A |
| And goodly Porthos as of old the famed Orthryades | A |
| Raises the trophy of the fight then falling on his knees | A |
| He writes in gore upon his shield 'Romance Romance has won ' | - |
| And blood red on that stricken field goes down the angry sun | D |
| Night falls upon the field of death night on the darkling lea | E |
| Oh send us such a tournay soon and send me there to see | E |
Andrew Lang
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