Coeur De Lion At The Bier Of His Father Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFEG GHGHIBIB DJDJDDDD KDKDLMLM NANCODBD PDQDRSRT DUDUVWVW RXYXZA2B2A2 C2DC2DD2DD2D E2DE2DDF2D G2H2G2H2DDDD DE2DE2I2UI2Torches were blazing clear | A |
Hymns pealing deep and slow | B |
Where a king lay stately on his bier | C |
In the church of Fontevraud | D |
Banners of battle o'er him hung | E |
And warriors slept beneath | F |
And light as Noon's broad light was flung | E |
On the settled face of death | G |
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On the settled face of death | G |
A strong and ruddy glare | H |
Through dimm'd at times by the censer's breath | G |
Yet it fell still brightest there | H |
As if each deeply furrow'd trace | I |
Of earthly years to show | B |
Alas that sceptred mortal's race | I |
Had surely clos'd in woe | B |
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The marble floor was swept | D |
By many a long dark stole | J |
As the kneeling priests round him that slept | D |
Sang mass for the parted soul | J |
And solemn were the strains they pour'd | D |
Through the stillness of the night | D |
With the cross above and the crown and sword | D |
And the silent king in sight | D |
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There was heard a heavy clang | K |
As of steel girt men the tread | D |
And the tombs and the hollow pavement rang | K |
With a sounding thrill of dread | D |
And the holy chant was hush'd awhile | L |
As by the torch's flame | M |
A gleam of arms up the sweeping aisle | L |
With a mail clad leader came | M |
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He came with haughty look | N |
An eagle glance and clear | A |
But his proud heart through its breast plate shook | N |
When he stood beside the bier | C |
He stood there still with a drooping brow | O |
And clasp'd hands o'er it rais'd | D |
For his father lay before him low | B |
It was Coeur de Lion gazed | D |
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And silently he strove | P |
With the workings of his breast | D |
But there's more in late repentant love | Q |
Than steel may keep suppress'd | D |
And his tears brake forth at last like rain | R |
Men held their breath in awe | S |
For his face was seen by his warrior train | R |
And he reck'd not that they saw | T |
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He look'd upon the dead | D |
And sorrow seem'd to lie | U |
A weight of sorrow ev'n like lead | D |
Pale on the fast shut eye | U |
He stoop'd and kiss'd the frozen cheek | V |
And the heavy hand of clay | W |
Till bursting words yet all too weak | V |
Gave his soul's passion way | W |
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'Oh father is it vain | R |
This late remorse and deep | X |
Speak to me father once again | Y |
I weep behold I weep | X |
Alas my guilty pride and ire | Z |
Were but this work undone | A2 |
I would give England's crown my sire | B2 |
To hear thee bless thy son | A2 |
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'Speak to me mighty grief | C2 |
Ere now the dust hath stirr'd | D |
Hear me but hear me father chief | C2 |
My king I must be heard | D |
Hush'd hush'd how is it that I call | D2 |
And that thou answerest not | D |
When was it thus woe woe for all | D2 |
The love my soul forgot | D |
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'Thy silver hairs I see | E2 |
So still so sadly bright | D |
And father father but for me | E2 |
They had not been so white | D |
I bore thee down high heart at last | D |
No longer couldst thou strive | F2 |
Oh for one moment of the past | D |
To kneel and say 'forgive ' | - |
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'Thou wert the noblest king | G2 |
On royal throne e'er seen | H2 |
And thou didst wear in knightly ring | G2 |
Of all the stateliest mien | H2 |
And thou didst prove where spears are prov'd | D |
In war the bravest heart | D |
Oh ever the renown'd and lov'd | D |
Thou wert and there thou art | D |
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'Thou that my boyhood's guide | D |
Didst take fond joy to be | E2 |
The times I've sported at thy side | D |
And climb'd thy parent knee | E2 |
And there before the blessed shrine | I2 |
My sire I see thee lie | U |
How will that sad still face of thine | I2 |
Look on me till I die ' | - |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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