Episode 32 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGEHBIJKLHMEENF OMPQRSTOUVWBXERYZA2B 2C2EFED2E2HJF2A2G2H2 E2FE2I2RJ2K2E2L2M2BN 2O2P2Q2R2H2ES2OERT2Y R2MN2N2EMO2U2MHS2MV2 M2U2W2| THAT way he went with no will of his own | A |
| in danger of life to the dragon's hoard | B |
| but for pressure of peril some prince's thane | C |
| He fled in fear the fatal scourge | D |
| seeking shelter a sinful man | E |
| and entered in At the awful sight | F |
| tottered that guest and terror seized him | G |
| yet the wretched fugitive rallied anon | E |
| from fright and fear ere he fled away | H |
| and took the cup from that treasure hoard | B |
| Of such besides there was store enough | I |
| heirlooms old the earth below | J |
| which some earl forgotten in ancient years | K |
| left the last of his lofty race | L |
| heedfully there had hidden away | H |
| dearest treasure For death of yore | M |
| had hurried all hence and he alone | E |
| left to live the last of the clan | E |
| weeping his friends yet wished to bide | N |
| warding the treasure his one delight | F |
| though brief his respite The barrow new ready | O |
| to strand and sea waves stood anear | M |
| hard by the headland hidden and closed | P |
| there laid within it his lordly heirlooms | Q |
| and heaped hoard of heavy gold | R |
| that warden of rings Few words he spake | S |
| Now hold thou earth since heroes may not | T |
| what earls have owned Lo erst from thee | O |
| brave men brought it But battle death seized | U |
| and cruel killing my clansmen all | V |
| robbed them of life and a liegeman's joys | W |
| None have I left to lift the sword | B |
| or to cleanse the carven cup of price | X |
| beaker bright My brave are gone | E |
| And the helmet hard all haughty with gold | R |
| shall part from its plating Polishers sleep | Y |
| who could brighten and burnish the battle mask | Z |
| and those weeds of war that were wont to brave | A2 |
| over bicker of shields the bite of steel | B2 |
| rust with their bearer The ringed mail | C2 |
| fares not far with famous chieftain | E |
| at side of hero No harp's delight | F |
| no glee wood's gladness No good hawk now | E |
| flies through the hall Nor horses fleet | D2 |
| stamp in the burgstead Battle and death | E2 |
| the flower of my race have reft away | H |
| Mournful of mood thus he moaned his woe | J |
| alone for them all and unblithe wept | F2 |
| by day and by night till death's fell wave | A2 |
| o'erwhelmed his heart His hoard of bliss | G2 |
| that old ill doer open found | H2 |
| who blazing at twilight the barrows haunteth | E2 |
| naked foe dragon flying by night | F |
| folded in fire the folk of earth | E2 |
| dread him sore 'Tis his doom to seek | I2 |
| hoard in the graves and heathen gold | R |
| to watch many wintered nor wins he thereby | J2 |
| Powerful this plague of the people thus | K2 |
| held the house of the hoard in earth | E2 |
| three hundred winters till One aroused | L2 |
| wrath in his breast to the ruler bearing | M2 |
| that costly cup and the king implored | B |
| for bond of peace So the barrow was plundered | N2 |
| borne off was booty His boon was granted | O2 |
| that wretched man and his ruler saw | P2 |
| first time what was fashioned in far off days | Q2 |
| When the dragon awoke new woe was kindled | R2 |
| O'er the stone he snuffed The stark heart found | H2 |
| footprint of foe who so far had gone | E |
| in his hidden craft by the creature's head | S2 |
| So may the undoomed easily flee | O |
| evils and exile if only he gain | E |
| the grace of The Wielder That warden of gold | R |
| o'er the ground went seeking greedy to find | T2 |
| the man who wrought him such wrong in sleep | Y |
| Savage and burning the barrow he circled | R2 |
| all without nor was any there | M |
| none in the waste Yet war he desired | N2 |
| was eager for battle The barrow he entered | N2 |
| sought the cup and discovered soon | E |
| that some one of mortals had searched his treasure | M |
| his lordly gold The guardian waited | O2 |
| ill enduring till evening came | U2 |
| boiling with wrath was the barrow's keeper | M |
| and fain with flame the foe to pay | H |
| for the dear cup's loss Now day was fled | S2 |
| as the worm had wished By its wall no more | M |
| was it glad to bide but burning flew | V2 |
| folded in flame a fearful beginning | M2 |
| for sons of the soil and soon it came | U2 |
| in the doom of their lord to a dreadful end | W2 |
Anonymous Olde English
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Episode 32 poem by Anonymous Olde English
Best Poems of Anonymous Olde English