Thangbrand The Priest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCD EAEAFGD HIHIJJD KJKJLLD MNMNAAD OPOPQQD DDDDRSD TUTUDDD DVDVWWD DXDXDDD YPYPDDD| Short of stature large of limb | A |
| Burly face and russet beard | B |
| All the women stared at him | A |
| When in Iceland he appeared | B |
| Look they said | C |
| With nodding head | C |
| There goes Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| All the prayers he knew by rote | E |
| He could preach like Chrysostome | A |
| From the Fathers he could quote | E |
| He had even been at Rome | A |
| A learned clerk | F |
| A man of mark | G |
| Was this Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
| - | |
| He was quarrelsome and loud | H |
| And impatient of control | I |
| Boisterous in the market crowd | H |
| Boisterous at the wassail bowl | I |
| Everywhere | J |
| Would drink and swear | J |
| Swaggering Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| In his house this malcontent | K |
| Could the King no longer bear | J |
| So to Iceland he was sent | K |
| To convert the heathen there | J |
| And away | L |
| One summer day | L |
| Sailed this Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| There in Iceland o'er their books | M |
| Pored the people day and night | N |
| But he did not like their looks | M |
| Nor the songs they used to write | N |
| All this rhyme | A |
| Is waste of time | A |
| Grumbled Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| To the alehouse where he sat | O |
| Came the Scalds and Saga men | P |
| Is it to be wondered at | O |
| That they quarrelled now and then | P |
| When o'er his beer | Q |
| Began to leer | Q |
| Drunken Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| All the folk in Altafiord | D |
| Boasted of their island grand | D |
| Saying in a single word | D |
| Iceland is the finest land | D |
| That the sun | R |
| Doth shine upon | S |
| Loud laughed Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| And he answered What's the use | T |
| Of this bragging up and down | U |
| When three women and one goose | T |
| Make a market in your town | U |
| Every Scald | D |
| Satires scrawled | D |
| On poor Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| Something worse they did than that | D |
| And what vexed him most of all | V |
| Was a figure in shovel hat | D |
| Drawn in charcoal on the wall | V |
| With words that go | W |
| Sprawling below | W |
| This is Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| Hardly knowing what he did | D |
| Then he smote them might and main | X |
| Thorvald Veile and Veterlid | D |
| Lay there in the alehouse slain | X |
| To day we are gold | D |
| To morrow mould | D |
| Muttered Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
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| Much in fear of axe and rope | Y |
| Back to Norway sailed he then | P |
| O King Olaf little hope | Y |
| Is there of these Iceland men | P |
| Meekly said | D |
| With bending head | D |
| Pious Thangbrand Olaf's Priest | D |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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