The Knight Of Toggenburg. A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE AFAFAGAG CHCHAAAA CICICJCJ AKAKKLKM NKNKAKAK CKCKCLCO NPNPCQCQ RSRTNPNP CQCQCUCU

I Can love thee well believe meA
As a sister trueB
Other love Sir Knight would grieve meA
Sore my heart would rueB
Calmly would I see thee goingC
Calmly too appearD
For those tears in silence flowingC
Find no answer hereE
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Thus she speaks he hears her sadlyA
How his heartstrings bleedF
In his arms he clasps her madlyA
Then he mounts his steedF
From the Switzer land collects heA
All his warriors braveG
Cross on breast their course directs heA
To the Holy GraveG
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In triumphant march advancingC
Onward moves the hostH
While their morion plumes are dancingC
Where the foes are mostH
Mortal terror strikes the PaynimA
At the chieftain's nameA
But the knight's sad thoughts enchain himA
Grief consumes his frameA
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Twelve long months with courage daringC
Peace he strives to findI
Then at last of rest despairingC
Leaves the host behindI
Sees a ship whose sails are swellingC
Lie on Joppa's strandJ
Ships him homeward for her dwellingC
In his own loved landJ
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Now behold the pilgrim wearyA
At her castle gateK
But alas these accents drearyA
Seal his mournful fateK
She thou seek'st her troth hath plightedK
To all gracious heavenL
To her God she was unitedK
Yesterday at evenM
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To his father's home foreverN
Bids he now adieuK
Sees no more his arms and beaverN
Nor his steed so trueK
Then descends he sadly slowlyA
None suspect the sightK
For a garb of penance lowlyA
Wears the noble knightK
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Soon he now the tempest bravingC
Builds an humble shedK
Where o'er the lime trees darkly wavingC
Peeps the convent's headK
From the orb of day's first gleamingC
Till his race has runL
Hope in every feature beamingC
There he sits aloneO
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Toward the convent straining everN
His unwearied eyesP
From her casement looking neverN
Till it open fliesP
Till the loved one soft advancingC
Shows her gentle faceQ
O'er the vale her sweet eye glancingC
Full of angel graceQ
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Then he seeks his bed of rushesR
Stilled all grief and painS
Slumbering calm till morning's blushesR
Waken life againT
Days and years fleet on yet neverN
Breathes he plaint or sighsP
On her casement gazing everN
Till it open fliesP
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Till the loved one soft advancingC
Shows her gentle faceQ
O'er the vale her sweet eyes glancingC
Full of angel graceQ
But at length the morn returningC
Finds him dead and chillU
Pale and wan his gaze with yearningC
Seeks her casement stillU

Friedrich Schiller



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