The Sangreal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCD EFGF H H IDID JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RDRD STST PUPU VBVB B WTWT B B XYXZ A2CA2C B2SB2S C2D2C2D2 E2E2E2E2 F2TF2T UE2UE2 G2H2G2H2 E2BE2B B E2I2E2I2 D2E2D2E2 J2E2J2E2 K2E2L2E2 E2E2E2E2 M2TM2T TE2TE2 B E2FE2F N2E2N2E2 TE2TE2 E2O2E2O2 E2BE2B B P2 P2 E2N2E2N2 E2CE2C E2Q2E2Q2 E2BE2B B R2BYB S2T2S2U2 B B E2 E2 V2BV2B E2E2E2E2 BW2BW2 BOBO BTBT XBXB B C C E2E2E2E2 X2BX2BA Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old Romances | A |
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I | - |
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How sir Galahad despaired of finding the Grail | B |
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Through the wood the sunny day | C |
Glimmered sweetly glad | D |
Through the wood his weary way | C |
Rode sir Galahad | D |
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All about stood open porch | E |
Long drawn cloister dim | F |
'Twas a wavering wandering church | G |
Every side of him | F |
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On through columns arching high | - |
Foliage vaulted he | H |
Rode in thirst that made him sigh | - |
Longing miserably | H |
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Came the moon and through the trees | I |
Glimmered faintly sad | D |
Withered worn and ill at ease | I |
Down lay Galahad | D |
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Closed his eyes and took no heed | J |
What might come or pass | K |
Heard his hunger busy steed | J |
Cropping dewy grass | K |
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Cool and juicy was the blade | L |
Good to him as wine | M |
For his labour he was paid | L |
Galahad must pine | M |
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Late had he at Arthur's board | N |
Arthur strong and wise | O |
Pledged the cup with friendly lord | N |
Looked in ladies' eyes | O |
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Now alas he wandered wide | P |
Resting never more | Q |
Over lake and mountain side | P |
Over sea and shore | Q |
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Swift in vision rose and fled | R |
All he might have had | D |
Weary tossed his restless head | R |
And his heart grew sad | D |
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With the lowliest in the land | S |
He a maiden fair | T |
Might have led with virgin hand | S |
From the altar stair | T |
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Youth away with strength would glide | P |
Age bring frost and woe | U |
Through the world so dreary wide | P |
Mateless he must go | U |
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Lost was life and all its good | V |
Gone without avail | B |
All his labour never would | V |
Find the Holy Grail | B |
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II | - |
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How sir Galahad found and lost the Grail | B |
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Galahad was in the night | W |
And the wood was drear | T |
But to men in darksome plight | W |
Radiant things appear | T |
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Wings he heard not floating by | - |
Heard no heavenly hail | B |
But he started with a cry | - |
For he saw the Grail | B |
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Hid from bright beholding sun | X |
Hid from moonlight wan | Y |
Lo from age long darkness won | X |
It was seen of man | Z |
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Three feet off on cushioned moss | A2 |
As if cast away | C |
Homely wood with carven cross | A2 |
Rough and rude it lay | C |
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To his knees the knight rose up | B2 |
Loosed his gauntlet band | S |
Fearing daring toward the cup | B2 |
Went his naked hand | S |
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When as if it fled from harm | C2 |
Sank the holy thing | D2 |
And his eager following arm | C2 |
Plunged into a spring | D2 |
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Oh the thirst the water sweet | E2 |
Down he lay and quaffed | E2 |
Quaffed and rose up on his feet | E2 |
Rose and gayly laughed | E2 |
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Fell upon his knees to thank | F2 |
Loved and lauded there | T |
Stretched him on the mossy bank | F2 |
Fell asleep in prayer | T |
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Dreamed and dreaming murmured low | U |
Ave pater creed | E2 |
When the fir tops gan to glow | U |
Waked and called his steed | E2 |
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Bitted him and drew his girth | G2 |
Watered from his helm | H2 |
Happier knight or better worth | G2 |
Was not in the realm | H2 |
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Belted on him then his sword | E2 |
Braced his slackened mail | B |
Doubting said I dreamed the Lord | E2 |
Offered me the Grail | B |
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III | - |
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How sir Galahad gave up the Quest for the Grail | B |
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Ere the sun had cast his light | E2 |
On the water's face | I2 |
Firm in saddle rode the knight | E2 |
From the holy place | I2 |
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Merry songs began to sing | D2 |
Let his matins bide | E2 |
Rode a good hour pondering | D2 |
And was turned aside | E2 |
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Saying I will henceforth then | J2 |
Yield this hopeless quest | E2 |
Tis a dream of holy men | J2 |
This ideal Best | E2 |
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Every good for miracle | K2 |
Heart devout may hold | E2 |
Grail indeed was that fair well | L2 |
Full of water cold | E2 |
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Not my thirst alone it stilled | E2 |
But my soul it stayed | E2 |
And my heart with gladness filled | E2 |
Wept and laughed and prayed | E2 |
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Spectral church with cryptic niche | M2 |
I will seek no more | T |
That the holiest Grail is which | M2 |
Helps the need most sore | T |
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And he spake with speech more true | T |
Than his thought indeed | E2 |
For not yet the good knight knew | T |
His own sorest need | E2 |
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IV | - |
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How sir Galahad sought yet again for the Grail | B |
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On he rode to succour bound | E2 |
But his faith grew dim | F |
Wells for thirst he many found | E2 |
Water none for him | F |
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Never more from drinking deep | N2 |
Rose he up and laughed | E2 |
Never more did prayerful sleep | N2 |
Follow on the draught | E2 |
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Good the water which they bore | T |
Plenteously it flowed | E2 |
Quenched his thirst but ah no more | T |
Eased his bosom's load | E2 |
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For the Best no more he sighed | E2 |
Rode as in a trance | O2 |
Life grew poor undignified | E2 |
And he spake of chance | O2 |
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Then he dreamed through Jesus' hand | E2 |
That he drove a nail | B |
Woke and cried Through every land | E2 |
Lord I seek thy Grail | B |
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V | - |
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That sir Galahad found the Grail | B |
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Up the quest again he took | P2 |
Rode through wood and wave | - |
Sought in many a mossy nook | P2 |
Many a hermit cave | - |
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Sought until the evening red | E2 |
Sunk in shadow deep | N2 |
Sought until the moonlight fled | E2 |
Slept and sought in sleep | N2 |
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Where he wandered seeking sad | E2 |
Story doth not say | C |
But at length sir Galahad | E2 |
Found it on a day | C |
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Took the Grail with holy hand | E2 |
Had the cup of joy | Q2 |
Carried it about the land | E2 |
Gleesome as a boy | Q2 |
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Laid his sword where he had found | E2 |
Boot for every bale | B |
Stuck his spear into the ground | E2 |
Kept alone the Grail | B |
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VI | - |
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How sir Galahad carried about the Grail | B |
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Horse and crested helmet gone | R2 |
Greaves and shield and mail | B |
Caroling loud the knight walked on | Y |
For he had the Grail | B |
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Caroling loud walked south and north | S2 |
East and west for years | T2 |
Where he went the smiles came forth | S2 |
Where he left the tears | U2 |
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Glave nor dagger mourned he | - |
Axe nor iron flail | B |
Evil might not brook to see | - |
Once the Holy Grail | B |
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Wilds he wandered with his staff | - |
Woods no longer sad | E2 |
Earth and sky and sea did laugh | - |
Round sir Galahad | E2 |
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Bitter mere nor trodden pool | V2 |
Did in service fail | B |
Water all grew sweet and cool | V2 |
In the Holy Grail | B |
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Without where to lay his head | E2 |
Chanting loud he went | E2 |
Found each cave a palace bed | E2 |
Every rock a tent | E2 |
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Age that had begun to quail | B |
In the gathering gloom | W2 |
Counselled he to seek the Grail | B |
And forget the tomb | W2 |
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Youth with hope or passion pale | B |
Youth with eager eyes | O |
Taught he that the Holy Grail | B |
Was the only prize | O |
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Maiden worn with hidden ail | B |
Restless and unsure | T |
Taught he that the Holy Grail | B |
Was the only cure | T |
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Children rosy in the sun | X |
Ran to hear his tale | B |
How twelve little ones had won | X |
Each of them the Grail | B |
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VII | - |
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How sir Galahad hid the Grail | B |
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Very still was earth and sky | - |
When he passing lay | C |
Oft he said he should not die | - |
Would but go away | C |
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When he passed they reverent sought | E2 |
Where his hand lay prest | E2 |
For the cup he bare they thought | E2 |
Hidden in his breast | E2 |
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Hope and haste and eager thrill | X2 |
Turned to sorrowing wail | B |
Hid he held it deeper still | X2 |
Took with him the Grail | B |
George Macdonald
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