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The Battle Of Sempach Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Twas when among our linden trees	A
The bees had housed in swarms	B
And grey hair'd peasants say that these	A
Betoken foreign arms	C
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Then look'd we down to Willisow	C
The land was all in flame	D
We knew the Archduke Leopold	E
With all his army came	D
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The Austrian nobles made their vow	F
So hot their heart and bold	E
'On Switzer carles we'll trample now	F
And slay both young and old '	-
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With clarion loud and banner proud	G
From Zurich on the lake	H
In martial pomp and fair array	I
Their onward march they make	H
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'Now list ye lowland nobles all	J
Ye seek the mountain strand	K
Nor wot ye what shall be your lot	L
In such a dangerous land	K
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'I rede ye shrive ye of your sins	C
Before ye farther go	M
A skirmish in Helvetian hills	C
May send your souls to woe '	-
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'But where now shall we find a priest	N
Our shrift that he may hear '	-
'The Switzer priest has ta'en the field	O
He deals a penance drear	I
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'Right heavily upon your head	P
He'll lay his hand of steel	Q
And with his trusty partisan	R
Your absolution deal '	-
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'Twas on a Monday morning then	S
The corn was steep'd in dew	T
And merry maids had sickles ta'en	S
When the host to Sempach drew	T
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The stalwart men of fair Lucerne	U
Together have they join'd	V
The pith and core of manhood stern	U
Was none cast looks behind	W
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It was the Lord of Hare castle	X
And to the duke he said	P
'Yon little band of brethren true	T
Will meet us undismay'd '	-
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'O Hare castle thou heart of hare '	-
Fierce Oxenstern replied	Y
'Shalt see then how the game will fare '	-
The taunted knight replied	Y
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There was lacing then of helmets bright	Z
And closing ranks amain	U
The peaks they hew'd from their boot points	C
Might wellnigh load a wain	U
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And thus they to each other said	P
'Yon handful down to hew	T
Will be no boastful tale to tell	A2
The peasants are so few '	-
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The gallant Swiss Confederates there	I
They pray'd to God aloud	G
And he dismay'd his rainbow fair	I
Against a swarthy cloud	G
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Then heart and pulse throbb'd more and more	I
With courage firm and high	B2
And down the good Confederates bore	I
On the Austrian chivalry	I
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The Austrian Lion 'gan to growl	C2
And toss his mane and tail	D2
And ball and shaft and crossbow bolt	E2
Went whistling forth like hail	D2
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Lance pike and halbert mingled there	I
The game was nothing sweet	F2
The boughs of many a stately tree	I
Lay shiver'd at their feet	F2
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The Austrian met at arms stood fast	G2
So close their spears they laid	H2
It chafed the gallant Winkelreid	H2
Who to his comrades said	H2
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'I have a virtuous wife at home	I2
A wife and infant son	U
I leave them to my country's care	I
This field shall soon be won	U
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'These nobles lay their spears right thick	J2
And keep full firm array	I
Yet shall my charge their order break	H
And make my brethren way '	-
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He rush'd against the Austrian hand	H2
In desperate career	I
And with his body breast and hand	H2
Bore down each hostile spear	I
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Four lances splinter'd on his crest	H2
Six shiver'd in his side	H2
Still on the serried files he press'd	H2
He broke their ranks and died	H2
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This patriot's self devoted deed	H2
First tamed the Lion's mood	H2
And the four forest cantons freed	H2
From thraldom by his blood	H2
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Right where his charge had made a lane	U
His valiant comrades burst	H2
With sword and axe and partisan	U
And hack and stab and thrust	H2
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The daunted Lion 'gan to whine	U
And granted ground amain	U
The Mountain Bull he bent his brows	C
And gored his sides again	U
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Then lost was banner spear and shield	H2
At Sempach in the flight	H2
The cloister vaults at Konig's field	H2
Hold many an Austrian knight	H2
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It was the Archduke Leopold	H2
So lordly would he ride	H2
But he came against the Switzer churls	C
And they slew him in his pride	H2
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The heifer said unto the bull	K2
'And shall I not complain	U
There came a foreign nobleman	U
To milk me on the plain	U
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'One thrust of thine outrageous horn	U
Has gall'd the knight so sore	I
That to the churchyard he is borne	U
To range our glens no more '	-
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An Austrian noble left the stour	I
And fast the flight 'gan take	H
And he arrived in luckless hour	I
At Sempach on the lake	H
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He and his squire a fisher call'd	H2
His name was Hans Von Rot	H2
'For love or meed or charity	H2
Receive us in thy boat '	-
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Their anxious call the fisher heard	H2
And glad the meed to win	U
His shallop to the shore he steer'd	H2
And took the flyers in	U
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And while against the tide and wind	H2
Hans stoutly row'd his way	I
The noble to his follower sign'd	H2
He should the boatman slay	I
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The fisher's back was to them turn'd	H2
The squire his dagger drew	I
Hans saw his shadow in the lake	H
The boat he overthrew	I
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He 'whelmed the boat and as they strove	L2
He stunn'd them with his oar	I
'Now drink ye deep my gentle sirs	C
You'll ne'er stab boatman more	I
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'Two gilded fishes in the lake	H
This morning have I caught	H2
Their silver scales may much avail	D2
Their carrion flesh is naught '	-
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It was a messenger of woe	M
Has sought the Austrian land	H2
'Ah gracious lady evil news	C
My lord lies on the strand	H2
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'At Sempach on the battle field	H2
His bloody corpse lies there '	-
'Ah gracious God ' the lady cried	H2
'What tidings of despair '	-
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Now would you know the minstrel wight	H2
Who sings of strife so stern	U
Albert the Souter is he hight	H2
A burgher of Lucerne	U
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A merry man was he I wot	H2
The night he made the lay	I
Returning from the bloody spot	H2
Where God had judged the day	I