Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD EFEEF GHGGH IJCCJ KLKKL MNMMN FAFFA OPOOP QRQQR STSST URUUR FVTFV IWIIW XYXZY ABAABNow hearken ye who take delight | A |
In boasting of your worth | B |
To many a man to many a knight | A |
Beloved in peace and brave in fight | A |
The Swabian land gives birth | B |
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Of Charles and Edward Louis Guy | C |
And Frederick ye may boast | D |
Charles Edward Louis Frederick Guy | C |
None with Sir Eberhard can vie | C |
Himself a mighty host | D |
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And then young Ulerick his son | E |
Ha how he loved the fray | F |
Young Ulerick the Count's bold son | E |
When once the battle had begun | E |
No foot's breadth e'er gave way | F |
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The Reutlingers with gnashing teeth | G |
Saw our bright ranks revealed | H |
And panting for the victor's wreath | G |
They drew the sword from out the sheath | G |
And sought the battle field | H |
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He charged the foe but fruitlessly | I |
Then mail clad homeward sped | J |
Stern anger filled his father's eye | C |
And made the youthful warrior fly | C |
And tears of anguish shed | J |
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Now rascals quake This grieved him sore | K |
And rankled in his brain | L |
And by his father's beard he swore | K |
With many a craven townsman's gore | K |
To wash out this foul stain | L |
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Ere long the feud raged fierce and loud | M |
Then hastened steed and man | N |
To Doeffingen in thronging crowd | M |
While joy inspired the youngster proud | M |
And soon the strife began | N |
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Our army's signal word that day | F |
Was the disastrous fight | A |
It spurred us on like lightning's ray | F |
And plunged us deep in bloody fray | F |
And in the spears' black night | A |
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The youthful Count his ponderous mace | O |
With lion's rage swung round | P |
Destruction stalked before his face | O |
While groans and howlings filled the place | O |
And hundreds bit the ground | P |
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Woe Woe A heavy sabre stroke | Q |
Upon his neck descended | R |
The sight each warrior's pity woke | Q |
In vain In vain No word he spoke | Q |
His course on earth was ended | R |
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Loud wept both friend and foeman then | S |
Checked was the victor's glow | T |
The count cheered thus his knights again | S |
My son is like all other men | S |
March children 'gainst the foe | T |
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With greater fury whizzed each lance | U |
Revenge inflamed the blood | R |
O'er corpses moved the fearful dance | U |
The townsmen fled in random chance | U |
O'er mountain vale and flood | R |
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Then back to camp with trumpet's bray | F |
We hied in joyful haste | V |
And wife and child with roundelay | T |
With clanging cup and waltzes gay | F |
Our glorious triumph graced | V |
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And our old Count what now does he | I |
His son lies dead before him | W |
Within his tent all woefully | I |
He sits alone in agony | I |
And drops one hot tear o'er him | W |
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And so with true affection warm | X |
The Count our lord we love | Y |
Himself a mighty hero swarm | X |
The thunders rest within his arm | Z |
He shines like star above | Y |
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Farewell then ye who take delight | A |
In boasting of your worth | B |
To many a man to many a knight | A |
Beloved in peace and brave in fight | A |
The Swabian land gives birth | B |
Friedrich Schiller
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