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

IA
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Queen Theodolind has builtB
In the earth a furnace bedC
There the Traitor Nail that spiltB
Blood of the anointed HeadC
Red of heat resolves in shameD
White of heat awakes to flameD
Beat beat white of heatE
Red of heat beat beatE
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IIA
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Mark the skeleton of fireF
Lightening from its thunder roofG
So comes this that saw expireH
Him we love for our behoofG
Red of heat O white of heatE
This from off the Cross we greetE
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IIIA
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Brown cowled hammermen aroundI
Nerve their naked arms to strikeJ
Death with Resurrection crownedI
Each upon that cruel spikeJ
Red of heat the furnace leapsK
White of heat transfigured sleepsK
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IVG
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Hard against the furnace coreL
Holds the Queen her streaming eyesM
Lo that thing of piteous goreL
In the lap of radiance liesM
Red of heat as when He takesN
White of heat whom earth forsakesN
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VG
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Forth with it and crushing ringO
Iron hymns for men to hearP
Echoes of the deeds that stingO
Earth into its graves and fearQ
Red of heat He maketh thusN
White of heat a crown of usN
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VIG
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This that killed Thee kissed Thee LordR
Touched Thee and we touch it dearQ
Dark it is adored abhorredR
Vilest yet most sainted hereP
Red of heat O white of heatE
In it hell and heaven meetE
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VIIG
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I behold our morning dayS
When they chased Him out with rodsN
Up to where this traitor layS
Thirsting and the blood was God'sN
Red of heat it shall be pressedT
White of heat once on my breastT
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VIIIG
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Quick the reptile in me shrieksN
Not the soul Again the CrossN
Burn there Oh this pain it wreaksN
Rapture is pain is not lossN
Red of heat the tooth of DeathU
White of heat has caught my breathU
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IXN
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Brand me bite me bitter thingO
Thus He felt and thus I amV
One with Him in sufferingO
One with Him in bliss the LambV
Red of heat O white of heatE
Thus is bitterness made sweetE
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XN
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Now am I who bear that stampW
Scorched in me the living signX
Sole on earth the lighted lampW
Of the dreadful Day divineX
White of heat beat on it fastY
Red of heat its shape has passedY
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XIN
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Out in angry sparks they flyG
They that sentenced Him to bleedZ
Pontius and his troop they dieG
Damned for ever for the deedZ
White of heat in vain they soarL
Red of heat they strew the floorL
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XIIN
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Fury on it have its debtA2
Thunder on the Hill accurstA2
Golgotha be ye and sweatA2
Blood and thirst the Passion's thirstA2
Red of heat and white of heatA2
Champ it like fierce teeth that eatA2
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XIIIN
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Strike it as the ages crushB2
Towers for while a shape is seenC2
I am rivalled Quench its blushB2
Devil But it crowns me QueenC2
Red of heat as none beforeL
White of heat the circlet woreL
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XIVG
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Lowly I will be and quailD2
Crawling with a beggar's handA2
On my breast the branded NailD2
On my head the iron bandA2
Red of heat are none so baseN
White of heat none know such graceN
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XVG
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In their heaven the sainted hostsN
Robed in violet unfleckedA2
Gaze on humankind as ghostsN
I draw down a ray directA2
Red of heat across my browE2
White of heat I touch Him nowE2
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XVIG
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Robed in violet robed in goldA2
Robed in pearl they make our dawnF2
What am I to them BeholdA2
What ye are to me and fawnF2
Red of heat be humble yeN
White of heat O teach it meN
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XVIIG
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Martyrs hungry peaks in airG2
Rent with lightnings clad with snowH2
Crowned with stars you strip me bareG2
Pierce me shame me stretch me lowH2
Red of heat but it may beN
White of heat some envy meN
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XVIIIG
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O poor enviers God's own giftsN
Have a devil for the weakI2
Yea the very force that liftsN
Finds the vessel's secret leakI2
Red of heat I rise o'er allJ2
White of heat I faint I fallJ2
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XIXN
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Those old Martyrs sloughed their prideA2
Taking humbleness like mirthK2
I am to His Glory tiedA2
I that witness Him on earthK2
Red of heat my pride of dustA2
White of heat feeds fire in trustA2
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XXN
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Kindle me to constant fireF
Lest the nail be but a nailD2
Give me wings of great desireF
Lest I look within and failD2
Red of heat the furnace lightA2
White of heat fix on my sightA2
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XXIN
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Never for the Chosen peaceN
Know by me tormented knowH2
Never shall the wrestling ceaseN
Till with our outlasting FoeH2
Red of heat to white of heatA2
Roll we to the Godhead's feetA2
Beat beat white of heatA2
Red of heat beat beatA2

George Meredith



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