The Red King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDDEEFFBBAAGGH I BBJJKKBBLLBF MMBBNONFFM MBBBBBLL B BDDBBBPFF BBBFJF DDDD B| The King was drinking in Malwood Hall | A |
| There came in a monk before them all | A |
| He thrust by squire he thrust by knight | B |
| Stood over against the dais aright | B |
| And 'The word of the Lord thou cruel Red King | C |
| The word of the Lord to thee I bring | C |
| A grimly sweven I dreamt yestreen | D |
| I saw thee lie under the hollins green | D |
| And through thine heart an arrow keen | D |
| And out of thy body a smoke did rise | E |
| Which smirched the sunshine out of the skies | E |
| So if thou God's anointed be | F |
| I rede thee unto thy soul thou see | F |
| For mitre and pall thou hast y sold | B |
| False knight to Christ for gain and gold | B |
| And for this thy forest were digged down all | A |
| Steading and hamlet and churches tall | A |
| And Christes poor were ousten forth | G |
| To beg their bread from south to north | G |
| So tarry at home and fast and pray | H |
| Lest fiends hunt thee in the judgment day ' | I |
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| The monk he vanished where he stood | B |
| King William sterte up wroth and wood | B |
| Quod he 'Fools' wits will jump together | J |
| The Hampshire ale and the thunder weather | J |
| Have turned the brains for us both I think | K |
| And monks are curst when they fall to drink | K |
| A lothly sweven I dreamt last night | B |
| How there hoved anigh me a griesly knight | B |
| Did smite me down to the pit of hell | L |
| I shrieked and woke so fast I fell | L |
| There's Tyrrel as sour as I perdie | B |
| So he of you all shall hunt with me | F |
| A grimly brace for a hart to see ' | - |
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| The Red King down from Malwood came | M |
| His heart with wine was all aflame | M |
| His eyne were shotten red as blood | B |
| He rated and swore wherever he rode | B |
| They roused a hart that grimly brace | N |
| A hart of ten a hart of grease | O |
| Fled over against the kinges place | N |
| The sun it blinded the kinges ee | F |
| A fathom behind his hocks shot he | F |
| 'Shoot thou ' quod he 'in the fiendes name | M |
| To lose such a quarry were seven years' shame ' | - |
| And he hove up his hand to mark the game | M |
| Tyrrel he shot full light God wot | B |
| For whether the saints they swerved the shot | B |
| 'Or whether by treason men knowen not | B |
| But under the arm in a secret part | B |
| The iron fled through the kinges heart | B |
| The turf it squelched where the Red King fell | L |
| And the fiends they carried his soul to hell | L |
| Quod 'His master's name it hath sped him well ' | - |
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| Tyrrel he smiled full grim that day | B |
| Quod 'Shooting of kings is no bairns' play ' | - |
| And he smote in the spurs and fled fast away | B |
| As he pricked along by Fritham plain | D |
| The green tufts flew behind like rain | D |
| The waters were out and over the sward | B |
| He swam his horse like a stalwart lord | B |
| Men clepen that water Tyrrel's ford | B |
| By Rhinefield and by Osmondsleigh | P |
| Through glade and furze brake fast drove he | F |
| Until he heard the roaring sea | F |
| Quod he 'Those gay waves they call me ' | - |
| By Mary's grace a seely boat | B |
| On Christchurch bar did lie afloat | B |
| He gave the shipmen mark and groat | B |
| To ferry him over to Normandie | F |
| And there he fell to sanctuarie | J |
| God send his soul all bliss to see | F |
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| And fend our princes every one | D |
| From foul mishap and trahison | D |
| But kings that harrow Christian men | D |
| Shall England never bide again | D |
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| In the New Forest | B |
Charles Kingsley
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