Betzko: A Hungarian Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Stibor had led in many a fight	A
And broken a score of swords	B
In furious frays and bloody raids	C
Against the Turkish hordes	B
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And Sigismund the Polish king	D
Who joined the Magyar bands	E
Bestowed upon the valiant knight	A
A broad estate of lands	E
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Once when the wars were o'er the knight	A
Was holding wassail high	F
And the valiant men that followed him	G
Were at the revelry	H
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Betzko his Jester pleased him so	I
He vowed it his the task	J
To do whatever in human power	K
His witty Fool might ask	J
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Build on yon cliff the Jester cried	L
In drunken jollity	L
A mighty castle high and wide	L
And name it after me	H
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Ah verily a Jester's prayer	M
Exclaimed the knightly crew	N
To ask of such a noble lord	L
What you know he cannot do	N
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Who says I cannot Stibor cried	L
Do whatsoe'er I will	O
Within one year a castle shall stand	L
On yonder rocky hill	O
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A castle built of ponderous stones	P
To give me future fame	Q
In honor of my witty Fool	R
Betzko shall be its name	Q
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Now the cliff was high three hundred feet	L
And perpendicular	K
And the skill that could build a castle there	M
Must come from lands afar	S
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And craftsmen came from foreign lands	E
Italian German and Jew	N
Apprentices and fellow craftsmen	T
And master masons too	N
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And every traveler journeying	D
Along the mountain ways	U
Was held to pay his toll of toil	V
On the castle for seven days	U
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Slowly they raised the massive towers	W
Upon the steep ascent	L
And all around a thousand hands	E
Built up the battlement	L
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Three hundred feet above the glen	T
By the steps five hundred feet	L
The castle stood upon the cliff	X
At the end of the year complete	L
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Now throughout all the Magyar land	L
There's none other half so high	F
So massive built so strong and grand	L
It reaches the very sky	F
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But from that same high battlement	L
Say tales by gypsies told	L
The valiant Stibor met his death	Y
When he was cross and old	L
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I'll tell you the tale as they told it to me	H
And I doubt not it is true	N
For 'twas handed down from the middle ages	Z
From the lips of knights who knew	N
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One day when the knight was old and cross	A2
And a little the worse for grog	B2
Betzko the Jester thoughtlessly	V
Struck Stibor's favorite dog	C2
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Now the dog was a hound and Stibor's pet	L
And as white as Carpathian snow	I
And Stibor hurled old Betzko down	D2
From the walls to the rocks below	I
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And as the Jester headlong fell	V
From the dizzy dreadful height	L
He muttered a curse with his latest breath	Y
On the head of the cruel knight	L
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One year from that day old Stibor held	L
His drunken wassail long	E2
And spent the hours till the cock crew morn	F2
In jest and wine and song	E2
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Then he sought his garden on the cliff	X
And lay down under a vine	G2
To sleep away the lethargy	H
Of a wassail bowl of wine	G2
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While sleeping soundly under the shade	L
And dreaming of revelries	A2
An adder crawled upon his breast	L
And bit him in both his eyes	A2
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Blinded and mad with pain he ran	H2
Toward the precipice	A2
Unheeding till he headlong fell	V
Adown the dread abyss	A2
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Just where old Betzko's blood had dyed	L
With red the old rocks gray	I2
Quivering and bleeding and dumb and dead	L
Old Stibor's body lay	I2

Hanford Lennox Gordon

Betzko: A Hungarian Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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