The Head Of Bran The Blest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FCFC BEBE A GHGIBIBIJIJIFIF KLKLKAKA KMKMKNK A CC OP QQ GG F RIRICSCS CICITKTK USUSVNVN WXWXBNBN| I | A |
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| When the Head of Bran | B |
| Was firm on British shoulders | C |
| God made a man | B |
| Cried all beholders | C |
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| Steel could not resist | D |
| The weight his arm would rattle | E |
| He with naked fist | D |
| Has brain'd a knight in battle | E |
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| He marched on the foe | F |
| And never counted numbers | C |
| Foreign widows know | F |
| The hosts he sent to slumbers | C |
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| As a street you scan | B |
| That's towered by the steeple | E |
| So the Head of Bran | B |
| Rose o'er his people | E |
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| II | A |
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| 'Death's my neighbour ' | - |
| Quoth Bran the Blest | G |
| 'Christian labour | H |
| Brings Christian rest | G |
| From the trunk sever | I |
| The Head of Bran | B |
| That which never | I |
| Has bent to man | B |
| 'That which never | I |
| To men has bowed | J |
| Shall live ever | I |
| To shame the shroud | J |
| Shall live ever | I |
| To face the foe | F |
| Sever it sever | I |
| And with one blow | F |
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| 'Be it written | K |
| That all I wrought | L |
| Was for Britain | K |
| In deed and thought | L |
| Be it written | K |
| That while I die | A |
| Glory to Britain | K |
| Is my last cry | A |
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| 'Glory to Britain | K |
| Death echoes me round | M |
| Glory to Britain | K |
| The world shall resound | M |
| Glory to Britain | K |
| In ruin and fall | N |
| Glory to Britain | K |
| Is heard over all ' | - |
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| III | A |
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| Burn Sun down the sea | C |
| Bran lies low with thee | C |
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| Burst Morn from the main | O |
| Bran so shall rise again | P |
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| Blow Wind from the field | Q |
| Bran's Head is the Briton's shield | Q |
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| Beam Star in the West | G |
| Bright burns the Head of Bran the Blest | G |
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| IV | F |
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| Crimson footed like the stork | R |
| From great ruts of slaughter | I |
| Warriors of the Golden Torque | R |
| Cross the lifting water | I |
| Princes seven enchaining hands | C |
| Bear the live head homeward | S |
| Lo it speaks and still commands | C |
| Gazing out far foamward | S |
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| Fiery words of lightning sense | C |
| Down the hollows thunder | I |
| Forest hostels know not whence | C |
| Comes the speech and wonder | I |
| City Castles on the steep | T |
| Where the faithful Seven | K |
| House at midnight hear in sleep | T |
| Laughter under heaven | K |
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| Lilies swimming on the mere | U |
| In the castle shadow | S |
| Under draw their heads and Fear | U |
| Walks the misty meadow | S |
| Tremble not it is not Death | V |
| Pledging dark espousal | N |
| 'Tis the Head of endless breath | V |
| Challenging carousal | N |
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| Brim the horn a health is drunk | W |
| Now that shall keep going | X |
| Life is but the pebble sunk | W |
| Deeds the circle growing | X |
| Fill and pledge the Head of Bran | B |
| While his lead they follow | N |
| Long shall heads in Britain plan | B |
| Speech Death cannot swallow | N |
George Meredith
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