The Black Knight. (from The German Of Uhland) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAAB CCDAAE FFAGHA AAIJKI AALMML NNOPPO QQRSSR TTUVVW AACAAX YZA2B2B2A2| 'Twas Pentecost the Feast of Gladness | A |
| When woods and fields put off all sadness | A |
| Thus began the King and spake | B |
| So from the halls | A |
| Of ancient Hofburgh's walls | A |
| A luxuriant Spring shall break | B |
| - | |
| Drums and trumpets echo loudly | C |
| Wave the crimson banners proudly | C |
| From balcony the King looked on | D |
| In the play of spears | A |
| Fell all the cavaliers | A |
| Before the monarch's stalwart son | E |
| - | |
| To the barrier of the fight | F |
| Rode at last a sable Knight | F |
| Sir Knight your name and scutcheon say | A |
| Should I speak it here | G |
| Ye would stand aghast with fear | H |
| I am a Prince of mighty sway | A |
| - | |
| When he rode into the lists | A |
| The arch of heaven grew black with mists | A |
| And the castle 'gan to rock | I |
| At the first blow | J |
| Fell the youth from saddle bow | K |
| Hardly rises from the shock | I |
| - | |
| Pipe and viol call the dances | A |
| Torch light through the high hall glances | A |
| Waves a mighty shadow in | L |
| With manner bland | M |
| Doth ask the maiden's hand | M |
| Doth with her the dance begin | L |
| - | |
| Danced in sable iron sark | N |
| Danced a measure weird and dark | N |
| Coldly clasped her limbs around | O |
| From breast and hair | P |
| Down fall from her the fair | P |
| Flowerets faded to the ground | O |
| - | |
| To the sumptuous banquet came | Q |
| Every Knight and every Dame | Q |
| 'Twixt son and daughter all distraught | R |
| With mournful mind | S |
| The ancient King reclined | S |
| Gazed at them in silent thought | R |
| - | |
| Pale the children both did look | T |
| But the guest a beaker took | T |
| Golden wine will make you whole | U |
| The children drank | V |
| Gave many a courteous thank | V |
| Oh that draught was very cool | W |
| - | |
| Each the father's breast embraces | A |
| Son and daughter and their faces | A |
| Colourless grow utterly | C |
| Whichever way | A |
| Looks the fear struck father grey | A |
| He beholds his children die | X |
| - | |
| Woe the blessed children both | Y |
| Takest thou in the joy of youth | Z |
| Take me too the joyless father | A2 |
| Spake the grim Guest | B2 |
| From his hollow cavernous breast | B2 |
| Roses in the spring I gather | A2 |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Black Knight. (from The German Of Uhland) poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Best Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow