Our Conquering Swords Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLKMNN

Our conquering swords shall marshall us the wayA
We use to march upon the slaughter'd foeB
Trampling their bowels with our horses' hoofsC
Brave horses bred on the white Tartarian hillsD
My camp is like to Julius Caesar's hostE
That never fought but had the victoryF
Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot warG
As these my followers willingly would haveH
Legions of spirits fleeting in the airI
Direct our bullets and our weapons' pointsJ
And make your strokes to wound the senseless lightK
And when she sees our bloody colours spreadL
Then Victory begins to take her flightK
Resting herself upon my milk white tentM
But come my lords to weapons let us fallN
The field is ours the Turk his wife and allN

Christopher Marlowe



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