The Burial Of William - The Conqueror Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Oh who may this dead warrior be	A
That to his grave they bring	B
Tis William Duke of Normandy	A
The conqueror and king	B
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Across the sea with fire and sword	C
The English crown he won	D
The lawless Scots they owned him lord	C
But now his rule is done	D
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A king should die from length of years	E
A conqueror in the field	F
A king amid his people's tears	G
A conqueror on his shield	F
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But he who ruled by sword and flame	H
Who swore to ravage France	I
Like some poor serf without a name	H
Has died by mere mischance	I
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To Caen now he comes to sleep	J
The minster bells they toll	K
A solemn sound it is and deep	J
May God receive his soul	K
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With priests that chant a wailing hymn	L
He slowly comes this way	M
To where the painted windows dim	L
The lively light of day	M
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He enters in The townsfolk stand	N
In reverent silence round	O
To see the lord of all the land	N
Take house in narrow ground	O
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While in the dwelling place he seeks	I
To lay him they prepare	P
One Asselin FitzArthur speaks	I
And bids the priests forbear	P
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The ground whereon this abbey stands	I
Is mine ' he cries by right	Q
Twas wrested from my father's hands	I
By lawlessness and might	Q
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Duke William took the land away	M
To build this minster high	R
Bury the robber where ye may	M
But here he shall not lie '	-
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The holy brethren bid him cease	I
But he will not be stilled	S
And soon the house of God's own peace	I
With noise and strife is filled	S
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And some cry shame on Asselin	T
Such tumult to excite	Q
Some say it was Duke William's sin	T
And Asselin does right	Q
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But he round whom their quarrels keep	J
Lies still and takes no heed	U
No strife can mar a dead man's sleep	J
And this is rest indeed	U
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Now Asselin at length is won	D
The land's full price to take	V
And let the burial rites go on	W
And so a peace they make	V
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When Harold king of Englishmen	D
Was killed in Senlac fight	Q
Duke William would not yield him then	X
A Christian grave or rite	Q
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Because he fought for keeping free	P
His kingdom and his throne	Y
No Christian rite nor grave had he	P
In land that was his own	Y
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And just it is this Duke unkind	Z
Now he has come to die	R
In plundered land should hardly find	Z
Sufficient space to lie	R

Robert Fuller Murray

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