The King Of Denmark-s Ride Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAACCCA DBDDAEEFFA GBHIAJBKKA LMLLANNOOA PBPPAQQRRA| WORD was brought to the Danish king | A |
| Hurry | B |
| That the love of his heart lay suffering | A |
| And pin d for the comfort his voice would bring | A |
| Oh ride as though you were flying | A |
| Better he loves each golden curl | C |
| On the brow of that Scandinavian girl | C |
| Than his rich crown jewels of ruby and pearl | C |
| And his rose of the isles is dying | A |
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| Thirty nobles saddled with speed | D |
| Hurry | B |
| Each one mounting a gallant steed | D |
| Which he kept for battle and days of need | D |
| Oh ride as though you were flying | A |
| Spurs were struck in the foaming flank | E |
| Worn out chargers stagger d and sank | E |
| Bridles were slacken d and girths were burst | F |
| But ride as they would the king rode first | F |
| For his rose of the isles lay dying | A |
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| His nobles are beaten one by one | G |
| Hurry | B |
| They have fainted and falter d and homeward gone | H |
| His little fair page now follows alone | I |
| For strength and for courage trying | A |
| The king look d back at that faithful child | J |
| Wan was the face that answering smil d | B |
| They passed the drawbridge with clattering din | K |
| Then he dropp d and only the king rode in | K |
| Where his rose of the isles lay dying | A |
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| The king blew a blast on his bugle horn | L |
| Silence | M |
| No answer came but faint and forlorn | L |
| An echo return d on the cold gray morn | L |
| Like the breath of a spirit sighing | A |
| The castle portal stood grimly wide | N |
| None welcom d the king from that weary ride | N |
| For dead in the light of the dawning day | O |
| The pale sweet form of the welcomer lay | O |
| Who had yearn d for his voice while dying | A |
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| The panting steed with a drooping crest | P |
| Stood weary | B |
| The king return d from her chamber of rest | P |
| The thick sobs choking in his breast | P |
| And that dumb companion eyeing | A |
| The tears gush d forth which he strove to check | Q |
| He bowed his head on his charger s neck | Q |
| O steed that every nerve didst strain | R |
| Dear steed our ride hath been in vain | R |
| To the halls where my love lay dying | A |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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