Marston Moor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The armies met on Marston MoorA
'Midst lightning's flash and thunder's roarB
As murky clouds sweep o'er the skyC
God's cannonade with man's will vieC
The Royalists in phalanx strongD
By fiery Rupert led alongD
From Bolton's cruel massacreE
Towards York in hope to keep it freeF
From the Roundheads at any costG
If York be lost my crown is lostH
Wrote Charles to this trusted chiefI
And he must bring it prompt reliefI
The foe's true strength he did not knowJ
But dazzled much by victory's glowJ
He hoped with ease to overthrowJ
The untrained volunteersK
Nor did he for brave Cromwell careL
Tho' he had asked is Cromwell thereL
Would not his grenadiersK
Scatter those yeomen to their fieldsK
To hold their ploughs instead of shieldsK
Thus confident of great successK
He asked his chaplain now to blessK
From God's own word their going outM
And seemed to hear the victor's shoutM
While from the ranks of Roundheads roseK
Triumphant hymns ere came the blowsK
Now Rupert madly dashes outM
God and the King his battle shoutM
Charges the parliamentary ranksK
In centre heedless of the flanksK
Defeats Lord Fairfax and LevenN
Scatters like leaves their untrained menO
Remorselessly he hewed them downP
And chased their leaders far from townP
But Cromwell kept his men restrainedQ
Till Rupert thought the victory gainedQ
His eye was all ablaze with fireE
And burned his soul with righteous ireR
Then sharp and passionate came the cryC
Charge in the name of the Most HighC
His features now most clearly showJ
A strange enthusiastic glowJ
With zeal he wraps himself aboutM
And fires men's hearts with glance and shoutM
For God and king is Rupert's cryC
For truth and peace we dare to dieC
Shouts Cromwell all the lines alongD
Which holds as with a mighty thongD
Th' immortal hosts of PuritansK
While on them fall the Royal bansK
As Roundheads Rupert them deridesK
Not Roundheads now but IronsidesK
The heavens were black the storm still ragedS
As tho' with earth a war it wagedS
But raged a fiercer war just thenO
Not forces blind but men with menO
For two score thousand men were thereL
And booming cannon rent the airL
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The Cavaliers were scattered wideT
Brought to the dust their haughty prideT
Across the beanfield Rupert fledU
His standard gone his garments redU
His men by many hundreds turnedV
To ask for mercy nor were spurnedV
While he left all and to York spedU
Heedless of stores or Royal deadU
To Cromwell's swords as stubble theyW
And Truth and Peace had gained the dayW

Joseph Horatio Chant



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