Necrological Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDEA FGFG HCHC ICIC IJIJ CCCC IIII IKIKThe friar had said his paternosters duly | A |
And scourged his limbs and afterwards would have slept | B |
But with much riddling his head became unruly | A |
He arose from the quiet monastery he crept | B |
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Dawn lightened the place where the battle had been won | C |
The people were dead it is easy he thought to die | D |
These dead remained but the living were all gone | E |
Gone with the wailing trumps of victory | A |
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The dead men wore no raiment against the air | F |
Bartholomew's men had spoiled them where they fell | G |
In defeat the heroes' bodies were whitely bare | F |
The field was white like meads of asphodel | G |
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Not all were white some gory and fabulous | H |
Whom the sword had pierced and then the grey wolf eaten | C |
But the brother reasoned that heroes' flesh was thus | H |
Flesh fails and the postured bones lie weather beaten | C |
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The lords of chivalry lay prone and shattered | I |
The gentle and the bodyguard of yeomen | C |
Bartholomew's stroke went home but little it mattered | I |
Bartholomew went to be stricken of other foemen | C |
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Beneath the blue ogive of the firmament | I |
Was a dead warrior clutching whose mighty knees | J |
Was a leman who with her flame had warmed his tent | I |
For him enduring all men's pleasantries | J |
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Close by the sable stream that purged the plain | C |
Lay the white stallion and his rider thrown | C |
The great beast had spilled there his little brain | C |
And the little groin of the knight was spilled by a stone | C |
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The youth possessed him then of a crooked blade | I |
Deep in the belly of a lugubrious wight | I |
He fingered it well and it was cunningly made | I |
But strange apparatus was if for a Carmelite | I |
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Then he sat upon a hill and bowed his head | I |
As under a riddle and in deep surmise | K |
So still that he likened himself unto those dead | I |
Whom the kites of Heaven solicited with sweet cries | K |
John Crowe Ransom
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