The Song Of Theodolinda Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDEE A FGHGEE A IJIJKK G LMLMNN G OPOQNN G RQRPEE G SNSNTT G NNNNUU N OVOVEE N WXWXYY N GZGZLL N A2A2A2A2A2A2 N B2C2B2C2LL G D2A2D2A2NN G NA2NA2E2E2 G A2F2A2F2NN G G2H2G2H2NN G NI2NI2J2J2 N A2K2A2K2A2A2 N FD2FD2A2A2 N NH2NH2A2A2A2A2| I | A |
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| Queen Theodolind has built | B |
| In the earth a furnace bed | C |
| There the Traitor Nail that spilt | B |
| Blood of the anointed Head | C |
| Red of heat resolves in shame | D |
| White of heat awakes to flame | D |
| Beat beat white of heat | E |
| Red of heat beat beat | E |
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| II | A |
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| Mark the skeleton of fire | F |
| Lightening from its thunder roof | G |
| So comes this that saw expire | H |
| Him we love for our behoof | G |
| Red of heat O white of heat | E |
| This from off the Cross we greet | E |
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| III | A |
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| Brown cowled hammermen around | I |
| Nerve their naked arms to strike | J |
| Death with Resurrection crowned | I |
| Each upon that cruel spike | J |
| Red of heat the furnace leaps | K |
| White of heat transfigured sleeps | K |
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| IV | G |
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| Hard against the furnace core | L |
| Holds the Queen her streaming eyes | M |
| Lo that thing of piteous gore | L |
| In the lap of radiance lies | M |
| Red of heat as when He takes | N |
| White of heat whom earth forsakes | N |
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| V | G |
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| Forth with it and crushing ring | O |
| Iron hymns for men to hear | P |
| Echoes of the deeds that sting | O |
| Earth into its graves and fear | Q |
| Red of heat He maketh thus | N |
| White of heat a crown of us | N |
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| VI | G |
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| This that killed Thee kissed Thee Lord | R |
| Touched Thee and we touch it dear | Q |
| Dark it is adored abhorred | R |
| Vilest yet most sainted here | P |
| Red of heat O white of heat | E |
| In it hell and heaven meet | E |
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| VII | G |
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| I behold our morning day | S |
| When they chased Him out with rods | N |
| Up to where this traitor lay | S |
| Thirsting and the blood was God's | N |
| Red of heat it shall be pressed | T |
| White of heat once on my breast | T |
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| VIII | G |
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| Quick the reptile in me shrieks | N |
| Not the soul Again the Cross | N |
| Burn there Oh this pain it wreaks | N |
| Rapture is pain is not loss | N |
| Red of heat the tooth of Death | U |
| White of heat has caught my breath | U |
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| IX | N |
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| Brand me bite me bitter thing | O |
| Thus He felt and thus I am | V |
| One with Him in suffering | O |
| One with Him in bliss the Lamb | V |
| Red of heat O white of heat | E |
| Thus is bitterness made sweet | E |
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| X | N |
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| Now am I who bear that stamp | W |
| Scorched in me the living sign | X |
| Sole on earth the lighted lamp | W |
| Of the dreadful Day divine | X |
| White of heat beat on it fast | Y |
| Red of heat its shape has passed | Y |
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| XI | N |
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| Out in angry sparks they fly | G |
| They that sentenced Him to bleed | Z |
| Pontius and his troop they die | G |
| Damned for ever for the deed | Z |
| White of heat in vain they soar | L |
| Red of heat they strew the floor | L |
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| XII | N |
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| Fury on it have its debt | A2 |
| Thunder on the Hill accurst | A2 |
| Golgotha be ye and sweat | A2 |
| Blood and thirst the Passion's thirst | A2 |
| Red of heat and white of heat | A2 |
| Champ it like fierce teeth that eat | A2 |
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| XIII | N |
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| Strike it as the ages crush | B2 |
| Towers for while a shape is seen | C2 |
| I am rivalled Quench its blush | B2 |
| Devil But it crowns me Queen | C2 |
| Red of heat as none before | L |
| White of heat the circlet wore | L |
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| XIV | G |
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| Lowly I will be and quail | D2 |
| Crawling with a beggar's hand | A2 |
| On my breast the branded Nail | D2 |
| On my head the iron band | A2 |
| Red of heat are none so base | N |
| White of heat none know such grace | N |
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| XV | G |
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| In their heaven the sainted hosts | N |
| Robed in violet unflecked | A2 |
| Gaze on humankind as ghosts | N |
| I draw down a ray direct | A2 |
| Red of heat across my brow | E2 |
| White of heat I touch Him now | E2 |
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| XVI | G |
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| Robed in violet robed in gold | A2 |
| Robed in pearl they make our dawn | F2 |
| What am I to them Behold | A2 |
| What ye are to me and fawn | F2 |
| Red of heat be humble ye | N |
| White of heat O teach it me | N |
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| XVII | G |
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| Martyrs hungry peaks in air | G2 |
| Rent with lightnings clad with snow | H2 |
| Crowned with stars you strip me bare | G2 |
| Pierce me shame me stretch me low | H2 |
| Red of heat but it may be | N |
| White of heat some envy me | N |
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| XVIII | G |
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| O poor enviers God's own gifts | N |
| Have a devil for the weak | I2 |
| Yea the very force that lifts | N |
| Finds the vessel's secret leak | I2 |
| Red of heat I rise o'er all | J2 |
| White of heat I faint I fall | J2 |
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| XIX | N |
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| Those old Martyrs sloughed their pride | A2 |
| Taking humbleness like mirth | K2 |
| I am to His Glory tied | A2 |
| I that witness Him on earth | K2 |
| Red of heat my pride of dust | A2 |
| White of heat feeds fire in trust | A2 |
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| XX | N |
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| Kindle me to constant fire | F |
| Lest the nail be but a nail | D2 |
| Give me wings of great desire | F |
| Lest I look within and fail | D2 |
| Red of heat the furnace light | A2 |
| White of heat fix on my sight | A2 |
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| XXI | N |
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| Never for the Chosen peace | N |
| Know by me tormented know | H2 |
| Never shall the wrestling cease | N |
| Till with our outlasting Foe | H2 |
| Red of heat to white of heat | A2 |
| Roll we to the Godhead's feet | A2 |
| Beat beat white of heat | A2 |
| Red of heat beat beat | A2 |
George Meredith
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