Nuremberg Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH II JJ GG EE KK JJ LL MM DD DD NN OO BB JJ PQ RR SS TTIn the valley of the Pegnitz where across broad meadow lands | A |
Rise the blue Franconian mountains Nuremberg the ancient stands | A |
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Quaint old town of toil and traffic quaint old town of art and song | B |
Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng | B |
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Memories of the Middle Ages when the emperors rough and bold | C |
Had their dwelling in thy castle time defying centuries old | C |
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And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted in their uncouth rhyme | D |
That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime | D |
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In the court yard of the castle bound with many an iron band | E |
Stands the mighty linden planted by Queen Cunigunde's hand | E |
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On the square the oriel window where in old heroic days | F |
Sat the poet Melchior singing Kaiser Maximilian's praise | F |
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Everywhere I see around me rise the wondrous world of Art | G |
Fountains wrought with richest sculpture standing in the common mart | G |
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And above cathedral doorways saints and bishops carved in stone | H |
By a former age commissioned as apostles to our own | H |
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In the church of sainted Sebald sleeps enshrined his holy dust | I |
And in bronze the Twelve Apostles guard from age to age their trust | I |
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In the church of sainted Lawrence stands a pix of sculpture rare | J |
Like the foamy sheaf of fountains rising through the painted air | J |
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Here when Art was still religion with a simple reverent heart | G |
ived and labored Albrecht D uuml rer the Evangelist of Art | G |
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Hence in silence and in sorrow toiling still with busy hand | E |
Like an emigrant he wandered seeking for the Better Land | E |
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Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb stone where he lies | K |
Dead he is not but departed for the artist never dies | K |
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Fairer seems the ancient city and the sunshine seems more fair | J |
That he once has trod its pavement that he once has breathed its air | J |
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Through these streets so broad and stately these obscure and dismal lanes | L |
Walked of yore the Mastersingers chanting rude poetic strains | L |
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From remote and sunless suburbs came they to the friendly guild | M |
Building nests in Fame's great temple as in spouts the swallows build | M |
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As the weaver plied the shuttle wove he too the mystic rhyme | D |
And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime | D |
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Thanking God whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom | D |
In the forge's dust and cinders in the tissues of the loom | D |
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Here Hans Sachs the cobbler poet laureate of the gentle craft | N |
Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters in huge folios sang and laughed | N |
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But his house is now an ale house with a nicely sanded floor | O |
And a garland in the window and his face above the door | O |
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Painted by some humble artist as in Adam Puschman's song | B |
As the old man gray and dove like with his great beard white and long | B |
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And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care | J |
Quaffing ale from pewter tankards in the master's antique chair | J |
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Vanished is the ancient splendor and before my dreamy eye | P |
Wave these mingled shapes and figures like a faded tapestry | Q |
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Not thy Councils not thy Kaisers win for thee the world's regard | R |
But thy painter Albrecht D uuml rer and Hans Sachs thy cobbler bard | R |
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Thus O Nuremberg a wanderer from a region far away | S |
As he paced thy streets and court yards sang in thought his careless lay | S |
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Gathering from the pavement's crevice as a floweret of the soil | T |
The nobility of labor the long pedigree of toil | T |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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