The Elected Knight. From The Danish. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB BDEF GHII JKLL MMNN OPQP NNQ RST UUU UUUU UUUU NVWV| Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain | A |
| Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide | B |
| But never ah never can meet with the man | C |
| A tilt with him dare ride | B |
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| He saw under the hill side | B |
| A Knight full well equipped | D |
| His steed was black his helm was barred | E |
| He was riding at full speed | F |
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| He wore upon his spurs | G |
| Twelve little golden birds | H |
| Anon he spurred his steed with a clang | I |
| And there sat all the birds and sang | I |
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| He wore upon his mail | J |
| Twelve little golden wheels | K |
| Anon in eddies the wild wind blew | L |
| And round and round the wheels they flew | L |
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| He wore before his breast | M |
| A lance that was poised in rest | M |
| And it was sharper than diamond stone | N |
| It made Sir Oluf's heart to groan | N |
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| He wore upon his helm | O |
| A wreath of ruddy gold | P |
| And that gave him the Maidens Three | Q |
| The youngest was fair to behold | P |
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| Sir Oluf questioned the Knight eftsoon | N |
| If he were come from heaven down | N |
| 'Art thou Christ of Heaven ' quoth he | Q |
| 'So will I yield me unto thee ' | - |
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| 'I am not Christ the Great | R |
| Thou shalt not yield thee yet | S |
| I am an Unknown Knight | T |
| Three modest maidens have me bedight ' | - |
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| 'Art thou a Knight elected | U |
| And have three Maidens thee bedight | U |
| So shalt thou ride a tilt this day | U |
| For all the Maidens' honour ' | - |
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| The first tilt they together rode | U |
| They put their steeds to the test | U |
| The second tilt they together rode | U |
| They proved their manhood best | U |
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| The third tilt they together rode | U |
| Neither of them would yield | U |
| The fourth tilt they together rode | U |
| They both fell on the field | U |
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| Now lie the Lords upon the plain | N |
| And their blood runs unto death | V |
| Now sit the Maidens in the high tower | W |
| The youngest sorrows till death | V |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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