Three Men Of Truro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DEDEFF GHGHIJI KLKLMM NONOPP QRQRSS TUTUVV WUWUXK A U C VYVY ZA2ZA2 UUUU UWUV VUVU B2UB2U UUUU C2D2C2C2D2 A E2 C2 UUU CCC F2F2F2 G2H2H2 U VVV H2H2H2| I | A |
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| E W B | B |
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| Archbishop of Canterbury sometime the First Bishop of Truro October | C |
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| The Church's outpost on a neck of land | D |
| By ebb of faith the foremost left the last | E |
| Dull starved of hope we watched the driven sand | D |
| Blown through the hour glass covering our past | E |
| Counting no hours to our relief no hail | F |
| Across the hills and on the sea no sail | F |
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| Sick of monotonous days we lost account | G |
| In fitful dreams remembering days of old | H |
| And nights th' erect Archangel on the Mount | G |
| With sword that drank the dawn the Vase of Gold | H |
| The moving Grail athwart the starry fields | I |
| Where all the heavenly spearmen clashed their | J |
| shields | I |
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| In dereliction by the deafening shore | K |
| We sought no more aloft but sunk our eyes | L |
| Probing the sea for food the earth for ore | K |
| Ah yet had one good soldier of the skies | L |
| Burst through the wrack reporting news of them | M |
| How had we run and kissed his garment's hem | M |
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| Nay but he came Nay but he stood and cried | N |
| Panting with joy and the fierce fervent race | O |
| Arm arm for Christ returns and all our pride | N |
| Our ancient pride answered that eager face | O |
| Repair His battlements Your Christ is near | P |
| And half in dream we raised the soldiers' cheer | P |
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| Far as we flung that challenge fled the ghosts | Q |
| Back as we built the obscene foe withdrew | R |
| High to the song of hammers sang the hosts | Q |
| Of Heaven and lo the daystar and a new | R |
| Dawn with its chalice and its wind as wine | S |
| And youth was hope and life once more divine | S |
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| Day and hot noon and now the evening glow | T |
| And 'neath our scaffolding the city spread | U |
| Twilit with rain wash'd roofs and hark below | T |
| One late bell tolling Dead Our Captain dead | U |
| Nay here with us he fronts the westering sun | V |
| With shaded eyes and counts the wide fields won | V |
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| Aloft with us And while another stone | W |
| Swings to its socket haste with trowel and hod | U |
| Win the old smile a moment ere alone | W |
| Soars the great soul to bear report to God | U |
| Night falls but thou dear Captain from thy star | X |
| Look down behold how bravely goes the war | K |
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| II | A |
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| A B D | U |
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| Canon Residentiary and Precentor of Truro December | C |
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| Many had builded and the building done | V |
| Through our adorn d gates with din | Y |
| Came Prince and Priest with pipe and clarion | V |
| Leading the right God in | Y |
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| Yet had the perfect temple quickened then | Z |
| And whispered us between our song | A2 |
| Give God the praise To whom of living men | Z |
| Shall next our thanks belong | A2 |
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| Then had the few the very few that wist | U |
| His Atlantean labour swerved | U |
| Their eyes to seek and in the triumph missed | U |
| The man that most deserved | U |
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| He only of us was incorporate | U |
| In all that fabric stone by stone | W |
| Had built his life in her had made his fate | U |
| And her perfection one | V |
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| Given all he had and now when all was given | V |
| Far spent within a private shade | U |
| Heard the loud organ pealing praise to Heaven | V |
| And learned why man is made | U |
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| To break his strength yet always to be brave | B2 |
| To preach and act the Crucified | U |
| Sweep by O Prince and Prelate up the nave | B2 |
| And fill it with your pride | U |
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| Better than ye what made th' old temples great | U |
| Because he loved he understood | U |
| Indignant that his darling less in state | U |
| Should lack a martyr's blood | U |
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| She hath it now O mason strip away | C2 |
| Her scaffolding the flower disclose | D2 |
| Lay by the tools with his o'er wearied clay | C2 |
| But She shall bloom unto its Judgment Day | C2 |
| His ever living Rose | D2 |
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| III | A |
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| C W S | E2 |
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| The Fourth Bishop of Truro May | C2 |
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| Prince of courtesy defeated | U |
| Heir of hope untimely cheated | U |
| Throned awhile he sat and seated | U |
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| Saw his Cornish round him gather | C |
| Teach us how to live good Father | C |
| How to die he taught us rather | C |
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| Heard the startling trumpet sound him | F2 |
| Smiled upon the feast around him | F2 |
| Rose and wrapp'd his coat and bound him | F2 |
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| When beyond the awful surges | G2 |
| Bathed in dawn on Syrian verges | H2 |
| God thy star thy Cross emerges | H2 |
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| And so sing we all to it | U |
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| Crux in coelo lux superna | V |
| Sis in carnis hac taberna | V |
| Mihi pedibus lucerna | V |
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| Quo vexillum dux cohortis | H2 |
| Sistet super flumen Mortis | H2 |
| Te flammantibus in portis | H2 |
Arthur Thomas Quiller-couch
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