The Battle Of Stamford Bridge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCB DEFFE GHII JKLLK MNOON PQRR QSLL TUVV WXX JYZZY A2WB2B2W NA2C2C2C2 D2E2KKE2 F2F2G2H2F2 I2CJ2J2C C2C2K2K2C2 QHC2C2 F2L2F2F2L2| Haste thee Harold haste thee North | A |
| Norway ships in Humber crowd | B |
| Tall Hardrada Sigurd' son | C |
| For thy ruin this hath done | C |
| England for his own hath vowed | B |
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| The earls have fought the earls are fled | D |
| From Tyne to Ouse the homesteads flame | E |
| York behind her battered wall | F |
| Waits the instant of her fall | F |
| And the shame of England's name | E |
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| Traitor Tosti's banner streams | G |
| With the invading Raven's wing | H |
| Black the land and red the skies | I |
| Where Northumbria bleeds and cries | I |
| For thy vengeance England's king '' | - |
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| Since that frighted summons flew | J |
| Not twelve suns have sprung and set | K |
| Northward marching night and day | L |
| Has King Harold kept his way | L |
| The hour is come the hosts are met | K |
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| Morn thro' thin September mist | M |
| Flames on moving helm and man | N |
| On either side of Derwent's banks | O |
| Are the Northmen's shielded ranks | O |
| But silent stays the English van | N |
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| A rider to Earl Tosti comes | P |
| Turn thee Tosti to thy kin | Q |
| Harold thy brother brings thee sign | R |
| All Northumbria shall be thine | R |
| Make thy peace ere the fray begin '' | - |
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| And if I turn me to my kin | Q |
| And if I stay the Northmen's hand | S |
| What will Harold give to his friend this day | L |
| To Norway's king what price will he pay | L |
| Out of this English land '' | - |
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| That rider laughed a mighty laugh | T |
| Six full feet of English soil | U |
| Or since he is taller than the most | V |
| Seven feet shall he have to boast | V |
| This Harold gives for Norway's spoil '' | - |
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| What rider was he that spoke thee fair '' | - |
| Harold Hardrada to Tosti cried | W |
| It was Harold of England spoke me fair | X |
| But now of his bane let him beware | X |
| Set on set on We will wreck his pride '' | - |
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| Sudden arrows flashed and flew | J |
| Dark lines of English leapt and rushed | Y |
| With sound of storm that stung like hail | Z |
| And steel rang sharp on supple mail | Z |
| With thrust that pierced with blow that crushed | Y |
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| And sullenly back in a fierce amaze | A2 |
| The Northmen gave to the river side | W |
| The main of their host on the further shore | B2 |
| Could help them nothing pressed so sore | B2 |
| In the ooze they fought in the wave they died | W |
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| On a narrow bridge alone one man | N |
| The English mass and fury stays | A2 |
| The spears press close the timber cracks | C2 |
| But high he swings his dreadful axe | C2 |
| With every stroke a life he slays | C2 |
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| Till pierced at last from the stream below | D2 |
| He falls the Northmen break and shout | E2 |
| Forward they hurl in wild onset | K |
| But as struggling fish in a mighty net | K |
| The English hem them round about | E2 |
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| Now Norway's King grew battle mad | F2 |
| Mad with joy of his strength he smote | F2 |
| But as he hewed his battle path | G2 |
| And heaped the dead men for a swath | H2 |
| An arrow clove him through the throat | F2 |
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| And where he slaughtered red he fell | I2 |
| O then was Norway's hope undone | C |
| Doomed men were they that fought in vain | J2 |
| Hardrada slain and Tosti slain | J2 |
| The field was lost the field was won | C |
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| York this night rings all her bells | C2 |
| Harold feasts within her halls | C2 |
| The captains lift their wine cups Hark | K2 |
| What hoofs come thudding through the dark | K2 |
| And sudden stop What silence falls | C2 |
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| Spent with riding staggers in | Q |
| One who cries Fell news I bring | H |
| Duke William has o'erpast the sea | C2 |
| His host is camped at Pevensey | C2 |
| Save us save England now O King '' | - |
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| Woe to Harold Twice 'tis not | F2 |
| His to conquer and to save | L2 |
| Well he knows the lot is cast | F2 |
| England claims him to the last | F2 |
| South he marches to his grave | L2 |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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