Barclay Of Ury Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEFFE AAGHHG GGHII JJDCCD KKLMN OODDDD PQ RRN SSDTTD UUVWW X DYYD ZZEA2A2E DDDAAD EEEIIE B2B2GC2C2G D2D2GE2E2 SSF2HHF2 RRDG2G2D EEEH2H2E I2I2DJ2J2D EEDK2K2D| Up the streets of Aberdeen | A |
| By the kirk and college green | A |
| Rode the Laird of Ury | B |
| Close behind him close beside | C |
| Foul of mouth and evil eyed | C |
| Pressed the mob in fury | B |
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| Flouted him the drunken churl | D |
| Jeered at him the serving girl | D |
| Prompt to please her master | E |
| And the begging carlin late | F |
| Fed and clothed at Ury's gate | F |
| Cursed him as he passed her | E |
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| Yet with calm and stately mien | A |
| Up the streets of Aberdeen | A |
| Came he slowly riding | G |
| And to all he saw and heard | H |
| Answering not with bitter word | H |
| Turning not for chiding | G |
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| Came a troop with broad swords swinging | G |
| Bits and bridles sharply ringing | G |
| Loose and free and forward | H |
| Quoth the foremost 'Ride him down | I |
| Push him prick him through the town | I |
| Drive the Quaker coward ' | - |
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| But from out the thickening crowd | J |
| Cried a sudden voice and loud | J |
| 'Barclay Ho a Barclay | D |
| And the old man at his side | C |
| Saw a comrade battle tried | C |
| Scarred and sunburned darkly | D |
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| Who with ready weapon bare | K |
| Fronting to the troopers there | K |
| Cried aloud 'God save us | L |
| Call ye coward him who stood | M |
| Ankle deep in Lutzen's blood | N |
| With the brave Gustavus ' | - |
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| 'Nay I do not need thy sword | O |
| Comrade mine ' said Ury's lord | O |
| 'Put it up I pray thee | D |
| Passive to His holy will | D |
| Trust I in my Master still | D |
| Even though He slay me | D |
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| 'Pledges of thy love and faith | P |
| Proved on many a field of death | Q |
| Not by me are needed ' | - |
| Marvelled much that henchman bold | R |
| That his laird so stout of old | R |
| Now so meekly pleaded | N |
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| 'Woe's the day ' he sadly said | S |
| With a slowly shaking head | S |
| And a look of pity | D |
| 'Ury's honest lord reviled | T |
| Mock of knave and sport of child | T |
| In his own good city | D |
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| 'Speak the word and master mine | U |
| As we charged on Tilly's line | U |
| And his Walloon lancers | V |
| Smiting through their midst we'll teach | W |
| Civil look and decent speech | W |
| To these boyish prancers ' | - |
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| 'Marvel not mine ancient friend | X |
| Like beginning like the end ' | - |
| Quoth the Laird of Ury | D |
| 'Is the sinful servant more | Y |
| Than his gracious Lord who bore | Y |
| Bonds and stripes in Jewry | D |
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| 'Give me joy that in his name | Z |
| I can bear with patient frame | Z |
| All these vain ones offer | E |
| While for them He suffereth long | A2 |
| Shall I answer wrong with wrong | A2 |
| Scoffing with the scoffer | E |
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| 'Happier I with loss of all | D |
| Hunted outlawed held in thrall | D |
| With few friends to greet me | D |
| Than when reeve and squire were seen | A |
| Riding our from Aberdeen | A |
| With bared heads to meet me | D |
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| 'When each goodwife o'er and o'er | E |
| Blessed me as I passed her door | E |
| And the snooded daughter | E |
| Through her casement glancing down | I |
| Smiled on him who bore renown | I |
| From red fields of slaughter | E |
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| 'Hard to feel the stranger's scoff | B2 |
| Hard the old friend's falling off | B2 |
| Hard to learn forgiving | G |
| But the Lord His own rewards | C2 |
| And His love with theirs accords | C2 |
| Warm and fresh and living | G |
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| 'Through this dark and stormy night | D2 |
| Faith beholds a feeble light | D2 |
| Up the blackness streaking | G |
| Knowing God's own time is best | E2 |
| In a patient hope I rest | E2 |
| For the full day breaking ' | - |
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| So the Laird of Ury said | S |
| Turning slow his horse's head | S |
| Towards the Tolbooth prison | F2 |
| Where through iron gates he heard | H |
| Poor disciples of thee Word | H |
| Preach of Christ arisen | F2 |
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| Not in vain Confessor old | R |
| Unto us the tale is told | R |
| Of thy day of trial | D |
| Every age on him who strays | G2 |
| From its broad and beaten ways | G2 |
| Pours its seven fold vial | D |
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| Happy he whose inward ear | E |
| Angel comfortings can hear | E |
| O'er the rabble's laughter | E |
| And while Hatred's fagots burn | H2 |
| Glimpses through the smoke discern | H2 |
| Of the good hereafter | E |
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| Knowing this that never yet | I2 |
| Share of Truth was vainly set | I2 |
| In the world's wide fallow | D |
| After hands shall sow the seed | J2 |
| After hands from hill and mead | J2 |
| Reap the harvests yellow | D |
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| Thus with somewhat of the Seer | E |
| Must the moral pioneer | E |
| From the Future borrow | D |
| Clothe the waste with dreams of grain | K2 |
| And on midnight's sky of rain | K2 |
| Paint the golden morrow | D |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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