Gloria The True Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFCG HIJK LFML NOFP QRFN STUL VWOL XUVL HXYU ZXA2T B2C2D2E2 F2RG2H2 B2UI2N J2K2WL2 M2NN2C O2P2EQ2| Gayly a knight set forth against the foe | A |
| For a fair face had shone on him in dreams | B |
| A voice had stirred the silence of his sleep | C |
| Go win the battle and I will be thine | D |
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| So for the love of those appealing eyes | E |
| Led by low accents of fair Gloria's voice | F |
| He wound the bugle down his castle's steep | C |
| And gayly rode to battle in the morn | G |
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| And none were braver in the tented field | H |
| Like lightning heralding the doomful bolt | I |
| The enemy beheld his snowy plume | J |
| And death lights flashed along his glancing spear | K |
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| But in the lonesome watches of the night | L |
| An angel came and warned him with clear voice | F |
| Against high God his rash right arm was raised | M |
| Was rashly raised against the true the right | L |
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| He strove to drown the angel voice with song | N |
| And merry laughter with his princely peers | O |
| But still the angel bade him with clear voice | F |
| Go join the ranks you rashly have opposed | P |
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| Oh Angel cried he they are few and weak | Q |
| They may not stand before the press of knights | R |
| But still the angel bade him with clear voice | F |
| Go help the weak against the mighty wrong | N |
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| At last the words sunk deep within his heart | S |
| With god like courage cried he out at last | T |
| Oh Gloria beautiful I can lose thee | U |
| Lose life and thee to battle for the right | L |
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| And when he joined the brave and stalwart ranks | V |
| Like Saul amid his brethren he stood | W |
| Braver and seemlier than all his peers | O |
| And nobly did he battle for the right | L |
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| Gentlest unto the weak and in the fray | X |
| So dauntless none no fear of man had he | U |
| He wrought dismay in Error's blackened ranks | V |
| So nobly did he battle for the right | L |
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| But at the last he lay on a lost field | H |
| Couched on a broken spear he pallid lay | X |
| With dying lips he murmured Gloria's name | Y |
| The field is lost and thou art lost to me | U |
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| When lo she stood beside him pure and fair | Z |
| With tender eyes that blessed him as he lay | X |
| And lo she knelt and clasped his dying hands | A2 |
| And murmured I am thine am thine at last | T |
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| With wondering eyes he moaned All all is lost | B2 |
| And I am dying Ah not so she cried | C2 |
| Nothing is lost to him who dare be true | D2 |
| Who gives his life shall find it evermore | E2 |
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| Methought I saw the spears beat down like grain | F2 |
| And the ranks reel before the press of knights | R |
| The level ground ran gory with our wounds | G2 |
| Methought the field was lost and then I fell | H2 |
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| Be calm she cried the right is never lost | B2 |
| Though spear and shield and cross may shattered be | U |
| Out of their dust shall spring avenging blades | I2 |
| That yet shall rid us of some giant wrong | N |
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| And all the blood that falls in righteous cause | J2 |
| Each crimson drop shall nourish snowy flowers | K2 |
| And quicken golden grain bright sheaves of good | W |
| That under happier skies shall yet be reaped | L2 |
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| When right opposes wrong shall evil win | M2 |
| Nay never but the year of God is long | N |
| And you are weary rest ye now in peace | N2 |
| For so He giveth His beloved sleep | C |
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| He smiled and murmured low I am content | O2 |
| With blissful tears that hid the battle's loss | P2 |
| So held to her true heart he closed his eyes | E |
| In quietest rest that ever he had known | Q2 |
Marietta Holley
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