The Skeleton In Armor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Speak speak thou fearful guestA
Who with thy hollow breastA
Still in rude armor drestA
Comest to daunt meB
Wrapt not in Eastern balmsC
But with thy fleshless palmsC
Stretched as if asking almsD
Why dost thou haunt meB
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Then from those cavernous eyesE
Pale flashes seemed to riseE
As when the Northern skiesE
Gleam in DecemberF
And like the water's flowG
Under December's snowG
Came a dull voice of woeG
From the heart's chamberF
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I was a Viking oldA
My deeds though manifoldA
No Skald in song has toldA
No Saga taught theeB
Take heed that in thy verseH
Thou dost the tale rehearseH
Else dread a dead man's curseH
For this I sought theeB
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Far in the Northern LandA
By the wild Baltic's strandA
I with my childish handA
Tamed the gerfalconG
And with my skates fast boundA
Skimmed the half frozen SoundA
That the poor whimpering houndA
Trembled to walk onG
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Oft to his frozen lairI
Tracked I the grisly bearI
While from my path the hareI
Fled like a shadowG
Oft through the forest darkJ
Followed the were wolf's barkJ
Until the soaring larkJ
Sang from the meadowG
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But when I older grewK
Joining a corsair's crewK
O'er the dark sea I flewK
With the maraudersL
Wild was the life we ledA
Many the souls that spedA
Many the hearts that bledA
By our stern ordersL
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Many a wassail boutA
Wore the long Winter outA
Often our midnight shoutA
Set the cocks crowingM
As we the Berserk's taleN
Measured in cups of aleN
Draining the oaken pailN
Filled to o'erflowingM
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Once as I told in gleeB
Tales of the stormy seaB
Soft eyes did gaze on meB
Burning yet tenderF
And as the white stars shineG
On the dark Norway pineG
On that dark heart of mineG
Fell their soft splendorF
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I wooed the blue eyed maidA
Yielding yet half afraidA
And in the forest's shadeA
Our vows were plightedA
Under its loosened vestA
Fluttered her little breastA
Like birds within their nestA
By the hawk frightedA
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Bright in her father's hallO
Shields gleamed upon the wallO
Loud sang the minstrels allO
Chanting his gloryB
When of old HildebrandA
I asked his daughter's handA
Mute did the minstrels standA
To hear my storyB
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While the brown ale he quaffedA
Loud then the champion laughedA
And as the wind gusts waftA
The sea foam brightlyB
So the loud laugh of scornG
Out of those lips unshornG
From the deep drinking hornG
Blew the foam lightlyB
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She was a Prince's childA
I but a Viking wildA
And though she blushed and smiledA
I was discardedA
Should not the dove so whiteA
Follow the sea mew's flightA
Why did they leave that nightA
Her nest unguardedA
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Scarce had I put to seaB
Bearing the maid with meB
Fairest of all was sheB
Among the NorsemenG
When on the white sea strandA
Waving his armed handA
Saw we old HildebrandA
With twenty horsemenG
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Then launched they to the blastA
Bent like a reed each mastA
Yet we were gaining fastA
When the wind failed usP
And with a sudden flawQ
Came round the gusty SkawM
So that our foe we sawQ
Laugh as he hailed usP
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And as to catch the galeN
Round veered the flapping sailN
'Death ' was the helmsman's hailN
'Death without quarter '-
Mid ships with iron keelR
Struck we her ribs of steelR
Down her black hulk did reelR
Through the black waterF
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As with his wings aslantA
Sails the fierce cormorantA
Seeking some rocky hauntA
With his prey ladenG
So toward the open mainG
Beating to sea againG
Through the wild hurricaneG
Bore I the maidenG
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Three weeks we westward boreS
And when the storm was o'erF
Cloud like we saw the shoreS
Stretching to leewardA
There for my lady's bowerF
Built I the lofty towerF
Which to this very hourF
Stands looking seawardA
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There lived we many yearsT
Time dried the maiden's tearsU
She had forgot her fearsT
She was a motherF
Death closed her mild blue eyesE
Under that tower she liesE
Ne'er shall the sun ariseE
On such anotherF
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Still grew my bosom thenG
Still as a stagnant fenG
Hateful to me were menG
The sunlight hatefulV
In the vast forest hereW
Clad in my warlike gearX
Fell I upon my spearX
Oh death was gratefulV
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Thus seamed with many scarsY
Bursting these prison barsY
Up to its native starsY
My soul ascendedA
There from the flowing bowlZ
Deep drinks the warrior's soulZ
Skoal to the Northland skoalZ
Thus the tale endedA

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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