The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DEFFG HIJIG KLK MNOPM QFRMM MLM FRDST HAUFT LLL FSFMV HFFFH FFF HHMMS HHHHS H FF S SF SSWWMMFFMMFFHHSSHHLL UUMMHHFFXXLL FFSSHHXX FFMMHHWW FS X FY FF S FHH Y MHMHH X FXSSFU LZ XLLLXXFAFXHAXHH KHH SF S F KKFHSFHS SSYY M HHZZMMFF FFFSSFFX M A X XX AFFH FHHHHLHLHLSF AFSAY YFKYKFFS| THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL | A |
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| Night and storm LUCIFER with the Powers of the | B |
| Air trying to tear down the Cross | C |
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| Lucifer HASTEN hasten | D |
| O ye spirits | E |
| From its station drag the ponderous | F |
| Cross of iron that to mock us | F |
| Is uplifted high in air | G |
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| Voices O we cannot | H |
| For around it | I |
| All the Saints and Guardian Angels | J |
| Throng in legions to protect it | I |
| They defeat us everywhere | G |
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| The Bells Laudo Deum verum | K |
| Plebem voco | L |
| Congrego clerum | K |
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| Lucifer Lower lower | M |
| Hover downward | N |
| Seize the loud vociferous bells and | O |
| Clashing clanging to the pavement | P |
| Hurl them from their windy tower | M |
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| Voices All thy thunders | Q |
| Here are harmless | F |
| For these bells have been anointed | R |
| And baptized with holy water | M |
| They defy our utmost power | M |
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| The Bells Defunctos ploro | M |
| Pestem fugo | L |
| Festa decoro | M |
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| Lucifer Shake the casements | F |
| Break the painted | R |
| Panes that flame with gold and crimson | D |
| Scatter them like leaves of Autumn | S |
| Swept away before the blast | T |
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| Voices O we cannot | H |
| The Archangel | A |
| Michael flames from every window | U |
| With the sword of fire that drove us | F |
| Headlong out of heaven aghast | T |
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| The Bells Funera plango | L |
| Fulgora frango | L |
| Sabbata pango | L |
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| Lucifer Aim your lightnings | F |
| At the oaken | S |
| Massive iron studded portals | F |
| Sack the house of God and scatter | M |
| Wide the ashes of the dead | V |
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| Voices O we cannot | H |
| The Apostles | F |
| And the Martyrs wrapped in mantles | F |
| Stand as wardens at the entrance | F |
| Stand as sentinels o'erhead | H |
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| The Bells Excito lentos | F |
| Dissipo ventos | F |
| Paco cruentos | F |
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| Lucifer Baffled baffled | H |
| Inefficient | H |
| Craven spirits leave this labor | M |
| Unto Time the great Destroyer | M |
| Come away ere night is gone | S |
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| Voices Onward onward | H |
| With the night wind | H |
| Over field and farm and forest | H |
| Lonely homestead darksome hamlet | H |
| Blighting all we breathe upon | S |
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| They sweep away Organ and Gregorian Chant | H |
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| Choir Nocte surgentes | F |
| Vig lemus omnes | F |
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| I THE CASTLE OF VAUTSBERG ON THE RHINE | S |
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| A chamber in a tower PRINCE HENRY sitting alone | S |
| ill and restless | F |
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| Prince Henry I cannot sleep my fervid brain | S |
| Calls up the vanished Past again | S |
| And throws its misty splendors deep | W |
| Into the pallid realms of sleep | W |
| A breath from that far distant shore | M |
| Comes freshening ever more and more | M |
| And wafts o'er intervening seas | F |
| Sweet odors from the Hesperides | F |
| A wind that through the corridor | M |
| Just stirs the curtain and no more | M |
| And touching the aeolian strings | F |
| Faints with the burden that it brings | F |
| Come back ye friendships long departed | H |
| That like o'erflowing streamlets started | H |
| And now are dwindled one by one | S |
| To stony channels in the sun | S |
| Come back ye friends whose lives are ended | H |
| Come back with all that light attended | H |
| Which seemed to darken and decay | L |
| When ye arose and went away | L |
| They come the shapes of joy and woe | U |
| The airy crowds of long ago | U |
| The dreams and fancies known of yore | M |
| That have been and shall be no more | M |
| They change the cloisters of the night | H |
| Into a garden of delight | H |
| They make the dark and dreary hours | F |
| Open and blossom into flowers | F |
| I would not sleep I love to be | X |
| Again in their fair company | X |
| But ere my lips can bid them stay | L |
| They pass and vanish quite away | L |
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| Alas our memories may retrace | F |
| Each circumstance of time and place | F |
| Season and scene come back again | S |
| And outward things unchanged remain | S |
| The rest we cannot reinstate | H |
| Ourselves we cannot re create | H |
| Nor set our souls to the same key | X |
| Of the remembered harmony | X |
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| Rest rest O give me rest and peace | F |
| The thought of life that ne'er shall cease | F |
| Has something in it like despair | M |
| A weight I am too weak to bear | M |
| Sweeter to this afflicted breast | H |
| The thought of never ending rest | H |
| Sweeter the undisturbed and deep | W |
| Tranquillity of endless sleep | W |
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| A flash of lightning out of which LUCIFER appears | F |
| in the garb of a travelling Physician | S |
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| Lucifer All hail Prince Henry | X |
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| Prince Henry starting Who is it speaks | F |
| Who and what are you | Y |
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| Lucifer One who seeks | F |
| A moment's audience with the Prince | F |
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| Prince Henry When came you in | S |
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| Lucifer A moment since | F |
| I found your study door unlocked | H |
| And thought you answered when I knocked | H |
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| Prince Henry I did not hear you | Y |
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| Lucifer You heard the thunder | M |
| It was loud enough to waken the dead | H |
| And it is not a matter of special wonder | M |
| That when God is walking overhead | H |
| You should not have heard my feeble tread | H |
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| Prince Henry What may your wish or purpose be | X |
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| Lucifer Nothing or everything as it pleases | F |
| Your Highness You behold in me | X |
| Only a traveling Physician | S |
| One of the few who have a mission | S |
| To cure incurable diseases | F |
| Or those that are called so | U |
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| Prince Henry Can you bring | L |
| The dead to life | Z |
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| Lucifer Yes very nearly | X |
| And what is a wiser and better thing | L |
| Can keep the living from ever needing | L |
| Such an unnatural strange proceeding | L |
| By showing conclusively and clearly | X |
| That death is a stupid blunder merely | X |
| And not a necessity of our lives | F |
| My being here is accidental | A |
| The storm that against your casement drives | F |
| In the little village below waylaid me | X |
| And there I heard with a secret delight | H |
| Of your maladies physical and mental | A |
| Which neither astonished nor dismayed me | X |
| And I hastened hither though late in the night | H |
| To proffer my aid | H |
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| Prince Henry ironically For this you came | K |
| Ah how can I ever hope to requite | H |
| This honor from one so erudite | H |
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| Lucifer The honor is mine or will be when | S |
| I have cured your disease | F |
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| Prince Henry But not till then | S |
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| Lucifer What is your illness | F |
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| Prince Henry It has no name | K |
| A smouldering dull perpetual flame | K |
| As in a kiln burns in my veins | F |
| Sending up vapors to the head | H |
| My heart has become a dull lagoon | S |
| Which a kind of leprosy drinks and drains | F |
| I am accounted as one who is dead | H |
| And indeed I think that I shall be soon | S |
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| Lucifer And has Gordonius the Divine | S |
| In his famous Lily of Medicine | S |
| I see the book lies open before you | Y |
| No remedy potent enough to restore you | Y |
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| Prince Henry None whatever | M |
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| Lucifer The dead are dead | H |
| And their oracles dumb when questioned | H |
| Of the new diseases that human life | Z |
| Evolves in its progress rank and rife | Z |
| Consult the dead upon things that were | M |
| But the living only on things that are | M |
| Have you done this by the appliance | F |
| And aid of doctors | F |
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| Prince Henry Ay whole schools | F |
| Of doctors with their learned rules | F |
| But the case is quite beyond their science | F |
| Even the doctors of Salern | S |
| Send me back word they can discern | S |
| No cure for a malady like this | F |
| Save one which in its nature is | F |
| Impossible and cannot be | X |
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| Lucifer That sounds oracular | M |
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| Prince Henry Unendurable | A |
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| Lucifer What is their remedy | X |
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| Prince Henry You shall see | X |
| Writ in this scroll is the mystery | X |
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| Lucifer reading 'Not to be cured yet not incurable | A |
| The only remedy that remains | F |
| Is the blood that flows from a maiden's veins | F |
| Who of her own free will shall die | H |
| And give her life as the price of yours ' | - |
| That is the strangest of all cures | F |
| And one I think you will never try | H |
| The prescription you may well put by | H |
| As something impossible to find | H |
| Before the world itself shall end | H |
| And yet who knows One cannot say | L |
| That into some maiden's brain that kind | H |
| Of madness will not find its way | L |
| Meanwhile permit me to recommend | H |
| As the matter admits of no delay | L |
| My wonderful Catholicon | S |
| Of very subtile and magical powers | F |
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| Prince Henry Purge with your nostrums and drugs infernal | A |
| The spouts and gargoyles of these towers | F |
| Not me My faith is utterly gone | S |
| In every power but the Power Supernal | A |
| Pray tell me of what school are you | Y |
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| Lucifer Both of the Old and of the New | Y |
| The school of Hermes Trismegistus | F |
| Who uttered his oracles sublime | K |
| Before the Olympiads in the dew | Y |
| Of the early dawn and dusk of Time | K |
| The reign of dateless old Hephaestus | F |
| As northward from its Nubian springs | F |
| The Ni | S |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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