The First Walpurgis-night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B B C D D C E E FG FG F H GG F F I JJK BK BL BLL M L B BLL A B B N O O N P P QR QR Q S TT Q Q U VVW DX DQ DQQ S XWDDQQ A E E Y B B Y Z Z EA2 EA2 E U B2C2D2 YD2 YQ YQDD S D2D2YYDD H A2 EA2 EA DRUID | A |
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SWEET smiles the May | B |
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The forest gay | B |
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From frost and ice is freed | C |
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No snow is found | D |
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Glad songs resound | D |
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Across the verdant mead | C |
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Upon the height | E |
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The snow lies light | E |
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Yet thither now we go | F |
There to extol our Father's name | G |
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Whom we for ages know | F |
Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame | G |
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Thus pure the heart will grow | F |
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THE DRUIDS | H |
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Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame | G |
Extol we now our Father's name | G |
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Whom we for ages know | F |
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Up up then let us go | F |
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ONE OF THE PEOPLE | I |
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Would ye then so rashly act | J |
Would ye instant death attract | J |
Know ye not the cruel threats | K |
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Of the victors we obey | B |
Round about are placed their nets | K |
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In the sinful heathen's way | B |
Ah upon the lofty wall | L |
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Wife and children slaughter they | B |
And we all | L |
Hasten to a certain fall | L |
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CHORUS OF WOMEN | M |
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Ay upon the camp's high wall | L |
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All our children loved they slay | B |
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Ah what cruel victors they | B |
And we all | L |
Hasten to a certain fall | L |
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A DRUID | A |
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Who fears to day | B |
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His rites to pay | B |
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Deserves his chains to wear | N |
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The forest's free | O |
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This wood take we | O |
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And straight a pile prepare | N |
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Yet in the wood | P |
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To stay 'tis good | P |
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By day till all is still | Q |
With watchers all around us plac'd | R |
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Protecting you from ill | Q |
With courage fresh then let us haste | R |
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Our duties to fulfil | Q |
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CHORUS OF WATCHERS | S |
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Ye valiant watchers now divide | T |
Your numbers through the forest wide | T |
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And see that all is still | Q |
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While they their rites fulfil | Q |
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A WATCHER | U |
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Let us in a cunning wise | V |
Yon dull Christian priests surprise | V |
With the devil of their talk | W |
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We'll those very priests confound | D |
Come with prong and come with fork | X |
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Raise a wild and rattling sound | D |
Through the livelong night and prowl | Q |
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All the rocky passes round | D |
Screechowl owl | Q |
Join in chorus with our howl | Q |
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CHORUS OF WATCHERS | S |
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Come with prong and come with fork | X |
Like the devil of their talk | W |
And with wildly rattling sound | D |
Prowl the desert rocks around | D |
Screechowl owl | Q |
Join in chorus with our howl | Q |
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A DRUID | A |
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Thus far 'tis right | E |
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That we by night | E |
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Our Father's praises sing | Y |
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Yet when 'tis day | B |
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To Thee we may | B |
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A heart unsullied bring | Y |
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'Tis true that now | Z |
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And often Thou | Z |
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Fav'rest the foe in fight | E |
As from the smoke is freed the blaze | A2 |
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So let our faith burn bright | E |
And if they crush our golden ways | A2 |
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Who e'er can crush Thy light | E |
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A CHRISTIAN WATCHER | U |
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Comrades quick your aid afford | B2 |
All the brood of hell's abroad | C2 |
See how their enchanted forms | D2 |
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Through and through with flames are glowing | Y |
Dragon women men wolf swarms | D2 |
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On in quick succession going | Y |
Let us let us haste to fly | Q |
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Wilder yet the sounds are growing | Y |
And the archfiend roars on high | Q |
From the ground | D |
Hellish vapours rise around | D |
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CHORUS OF CHRISTIAN WATCHERS | S |
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Terrible enchanted forms | D2 |
Dragon women men wolf swarms | D2 |
Wilder yet the sounds are growing | Y |
See the archfiend comes all glowing | Y |
From the ground | D |
Hellish vapours rise around | D |
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CHORUS OF DRUIDS | H |
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As from the smoke is freed the blaze | A2 |
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So let our faith burn bright | E |
And if they crush our golden ways | A2 |
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Who e'er can crush Thy light | E |
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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