Our Conquering Swords Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLKMNN| Our conquering swords shall marshall us the way | A |
| We use to march upon the slaughter'd foe | B |
| Trampling their bowels with our horses' hoofs | C |
| Brave horses bred on the white Tartarian hills | D |
| My camp is like to Julius Caesar's host | E |
| That never fought but had the victory | F |
| Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war | G |
| As these my followers willingly would have | H |
| Legions of spirits fleeting in the air | I |
| Direct our bullets and our weapons' points | J |
| And make your strokes to wound the senseless light | K |
| And when she sees our bloody colours spread | L |
| Then Victory begins to take her flight | K |
| Resting herself upon my milk white tent | M |
| But come my lords to weapons let us fall | N |
| The field is ours the Turk his wife and all | N |
Christopher Marlowe
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About Our Conquering Swords
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