The Swan-neck Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHCCIJ CCKLMMNNOOPPQLCCRRQQ AAOOCCMM SSSP A| Evil sped the battle play | A |
| On the Pope Calixtus' day | A |
| Mighty war smiths thanes and lords | B |
| In Senlac slept the sleep of swords | B |
| Harold Earl shot over shield | C |
| Lay along the autumn weald | C |
| Slaughter such was never none | D |
| Since the Ethelings England won | D |
| Thither Lady Githa came | E |
| Weeping sore for grief and shame | E |
| How may she her first born tell | F |
| Frenchmen stript him where he fell | F |
| Gashed and marred his comely face | G |
| Who can know him in his place | G |
| Up and spake two brethren wise | H |
| 'Youngest hearts have keenest eyes | H |
| Bird which leaves its mother's nest | C |
| Moults its pinions moults its crest | C |
| Let us call the Swan neck here | I |
| She that was his leman dear | J |
| She shall know him in this stound | C |
| Foot of wolf and scent of hound | C |
| Eye of hawk and wing of dove | K |
| Carry woman to her love ' | L |
| Up and spake the Swan neck high | M |
| 'Go to all your thanes let cry | M |
| How I loved him best of all | N |
| I whom men his leman call | N |
| Better knew his body fair | O |
| Than the mother which him bare | O |
| When ye lived in wealth and glee | P |
| Then ye scorned to look on me | P |
| God hath brought the proud ones low | Q |
| After me afoot to go ' | L |
| Rousing erne and sallow glede | C |
| Rousing gray wolf off his feed | C |
| Over franklin earl and thane | R |
| Heaps of mother naked slain | R |
| Round the red field tracing slow | Q |
| Stooped that Swan neck white as snow | Q |
| Never blushed nor turned away | A |
| Till she found him where he lay | A |
| Clipt him in her armes fair | O |
| Wrapt him in her yellow hair | O |
| Bore him from the battle stead | C |
| Saw him laid in pall of lead | C |
| Took her to a minster high | M |
| For Earl Harold's soul to cry | M |
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| Thus fell Harold bracelet giver | S |
| Jesu rest his soul for ever | S |
| Angles all from thrall deliver | S |
| Miserere Domine | P |
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| Eversley | A |
Charles Kingsley
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