Bonduca Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDDEFGHCIJKLDMGNCC LAOPNCBDGQBRGSBTTUVW XTTTYZA2DTTDDXB2TUAT C2ATTTD2TTBTTVKTUTAE 2ZBF2DTDDTTATDG2 H2TTDTI2TQTJ2K2L2TM2 DTN2YVXTTO2ATBonduca the British queen taking occasion from a defeat of the Romans to impeach their valor is rebuked by Caratac | A |
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Queen Bonduca I do not grieve your fortune | B |
If I grieve 'tis at the bearing of your fortunes | C |
You put too much wind to your sail discretion | B |
And hardy valor are the twins of honor | D |
And nursed together make a conqueror | D |
Divided but a talker 'Tis a truth | E |
That Rome has fled before us twice and routed | F |
A truth we ought to crown the gods for lady | G |
And not our tongues | H |
You call the Romans fearful fleeing Romans | C |
And Roman girls | I |
Does this become a doer are they such | J |
Where is your conquest then | K |
Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of flowers | L |
The beast with gilt horns waiting for the fire | D |
The holy Druides composing songs | M |
Of everlasting life to Victory | G |
Why are these triumphs lady for a May game | N |
For hunting a poor herd of wretched Romans | C |
Is it no more shut up your temples Britons | C |
And let the husbandman redeem his heifers | L |
Put out your holy fires no timbrel ring | A |
Let's home and sleep for such great overthrows | O |
A candle burns too bright a sacrifice | P |
A glow worm's tail too full a flame | N |
You say I doat upon these Romans | C |
Witness these wounds I do they were fairly given | B |
I love an enemy I was born a soldier | D |
And he that in the head of 's troop defies me | G |
Rending my manly body with his sword | Q |
I make a mistress Yellow tressed Hymen | B |
Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy | R |
Than I am married to that man that wounds me | G |
And are not all these Romans Ten struck battles | S |
I sucked these honored scars from and all Roman | B |
Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches | T |
When many a frozen storm sung through my cuirass | T |
And made it doubtful whether that or I | U |
Were the more stubborn metal have I wrought through | V |
And all to try these Romans Ten times a night | W |
I have swum the rivers when the stars of Rome | X |
Shot at me as I floated and the billows | T |
Tumbled their watery ruins on my shoulders | T |
Charging my battered sides with troops of agues | T |
And still to try these Romans whom I found | Y |
As ready and as full of that I brought | Z |
Which was not fear nor flight as valiant | A2 |
As vigilant as wise to do and suffer | D |
Ever advanced as forward as the Britons | T |
Have I not seen these Britons | T |
Run run Bonduca not the quick rack swifter | D |
The virgin from the hated ravisher | D |
Not half so fearful not a flight drawn home | X |
A round stone from a sling a lover's wish | B2 |
E'er made that haste they have By heavens | T |
I have seen these Britons that you magnify | U |
Run as they would have out run time and roaring | A |
Basely for mercy roaring the light shadows | T |
That in a thought scour o'er the fields of corn | C2 |
Halted on crutches to them Yes Bonduca | A |
I have seen thee run too and thee Nennius | T |
Yea run apace both then when Penyus | T |
The Roman girl cut through your armed carts | T |
And drove them headlong on ye down the hill | D2 |
Then when he hunted ye like Britain foxes | T |
More by the scent than sight then did I see | T |
These valiant and approved men of Britain | B |
Like boding owls creep into tods of ivy | T |
And hoot their fears to one another nightly | T |
I fled too | V |
But not so fast your jewel had been lost then | K |
Young Hengo there he trasht me Nennius | T |
For when your fears outrun him then slept I | U |
And in the head of all the Romans' fury | T |
Took him and with my tough belt to my back | A |
I buckled him behind him my sure shield | E2 |
And then I followed If I say I fought | Z |
Five times in bringing off this bud of Britain | B |
I lie not Nennius Neither had ye heard | F2 |
Me speak this or ever seen the child more | D |
But that the son of Virtue Penyus | T |
Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger | D |
My helm still on my head my sword my prow | D |
Turned to my foe my face he cried out nobly | T |
'Go Briton bear thy lion's whelp off safely | T |
Thy manly sword has ransomed thee grow strong | A |
And let me meet here once again in arms | T |
Then if thou stand'st thou art mine ' I took his offer | D |
And here I am to honor him | G2 |
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There's not a blow we gave since Julius landed | H2 |
That was of strength and worth but like records | T |
They file to after ages Our Registers | T |
The Romans are for noble deeds of honor | D |
And shall we burn their mentions with upbraidings | T |
Had we a difference with some petty Isle | I2 |
Or with our neighbors lady for our landmarks | T |
The taking in some rebellious Lord | Q |
Or making a head against commotions | T |
After a day of blood peace might be argued | J2 |
But where we grapple for the ground we live on | K2 |
The Liberty we hold as dear as life | L2 |
The gods we worship and next those our honors | T |
And with those swords that know no end of battle | M2 |
Those men beside themselves allow no neighbor | D |
Those minds that where the day is claim inheritance | T |
And where the sun makes ripe the fruits their harvest | N2 |
And where they march but measure out more ground | Y |
To add to | V |
Rome | X |
and here in the bowels on us | T |
It must not be no as they are our foes | T |
And those that must be so until we tire 'em | O2 |
Let's use the peace of Honor that's fair dealing | A |
But in our ends our swords | T |
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