The Iron Crown Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDED DFDFGHIH JKLKJMDM NAOAJDCD LPJPQJJJ JJDJJDDD RJJJLSLS JJJJJDOD JJTJDUJU JJJJODJD

On the classic shore of ComoA
'Neath a headland steep and boldB
Which though leaden at the dawningC
In the sunset turns to goldB
Nestles beautiful VarennaD
Still invested with renownD
By the legend that connects itE
With the Lombards' Iron CrownD
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Far above it on the mountainD
Stands the castle old and grayF
With its battlements in ruinD
And its towers in decayF
But a subtle charm still lingersG
Round that residence sublimeH
And the beauty of its storyI
Is triumphant over timeH
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As we trace its ancient pavementJ
As we tread its roofless hallsK
How alluring is the figureL
Which this castle still recallsK
For 'tis Queen TheodelindaJ
Whom its ruined arches frameM
And the passing breeze seems ladenD
With the music of her nameM
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As we gaze from ivied rampartsN
On the storied lake belowA
We forget the world about usO
For the world of long agoA
When the Lombards had descendedJ
From the mountains to the plainD
And all Italy lay mourningC
For the thousands of her slainD
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When their brave ambitious leaderL
Not content to make his homeP
By these northern lakes of beautyJ
Had resolved to capture RomeP
For no longer could her legionsQ
His resistless course withstandJ
And the road lay open southwardJ
To the conquest of the landJ
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When his valiant host stood readyJ
And impatient for the startJ
What reversed their king's decisionD
What so changed the warlord's heartJ
'Twas the passionate entreatyJ
Of his wife a Christian queenD
'Twas the conquest of the paganD
By the lowly NazareneD
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Through her prayers Rome's aged PontiffR
From the threatened doom was freedJ
By her aid the Church was strengthenedJ
As the king professed its creedJ
And Saint Peter's great successorL
Thus preserved from grievous lossS
Gave to her his faithful daughterL
A true relic of the CrossS
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What to pious TheodelindaJ
Could be recompense more sweetJ
Than the nail forever sacredJ
That once pierced her Saviour's feetJ
Which when rounded to a circletJ
To fine wire beaten downD
Then became the precious basisO
Of the Lombards' Iron CrownD
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Through the ages that have followedJ
What a line of the RenownedJ
Have been proud to wear this emblemT
As they each in turn were crownedJ
Charlemagne Charles Fifth NapoleonD
German Kaisers by the scoreU
And at last poor King UmbertoJ
Basely slain at Monza's doorU
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Since that coronet was fashionedJ
Fifteen centuries have passedJ
O'er the castle by Lake ComoJ
Where the good queen breathed her lastJ
But the Crown is still at MonzaO
And its iron basic lineD
Tells the world of human gloryJ
And the death of the DivineD

John L. Stoddard



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