The Dance Of Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEFFGGHHIIFJKF AGGGKLMMKFFFNOOONPPP POQRPO ASSTTUUPPVVNWWWNXYNZ ZNA2A2B2C2C2B2OPB2 T D2 WWE2TTE2 F2F2ATTANNPG2G2PWWE2 TTE2 TWWH2I2I2H2PPOJ2J2O AWWE2TTE2 PPK2AAK2HHL2HHL2 TWWE2TTE2 M2M2NN2N2N2N2N TQO2PP2P2PQ2R2OHHO| I | A |
| Night and morning were at meeting | B |
| Over Waterloo | C |
| Cocks had sung their earliest greeting | B |
| Faint and low they crew | C |
| For no paly beam yet shone | D |
| On the heights of Mount Saint John | E |
| Tempest clouds prolonged the sway | F |
| Of timeless darkness over day | F |
| Whirlwind thunder clap and shower | G |
| Marked it a predestined hour | G |
| Broad and frequent through the night | H |
| Flashed the sheets of levin light | H |
| Muskets glancing lightnings back | I |
| Showed the dreary bivouac | I |
| Where the soldier lay | F |
| Chill and stiff and drenched with rain | J |
| Wishing dawn of morn again | K |
| Though death should come with day | F |
| - | |
| II | A |
| 'Tis at such a tide and hour | G |
| Wizard witch and fiend have power | G |
| And ghastly forms through mist and shower | G |
| Gleam on the gifted ken | K |
| And then the affrighted prophet's ear | L |
| Drinks whispers strange of fate and fear | M |
| Presaging death and ruin near | M |
| Among the sons of men | K |
| Apart from Albyn's war array | F |
| 'Twas then grey Allan sleepless lay | F |
| Grey Allan who for many a day | F |
| Had followed stout and stern | N |
| Where through battle's rout and reel | O |
| Storm of shot and edge of steel | O |
| Led the grandson of Lochiel | O |
| Valiant Fassiefern | N |
| Through steel and shot he leads no more | P |
| Low laid 'mid friends' and foemen's gore | P |
| But long his native lake's wild shore | P |
| And Sunart rough and high Ardgower | P |
| And Morven long shall tell | O |
| And proud Bennevis hear with awe | Q |
| How upon bloody Quatre Bras | R |
| Brave Cameron heard the wild hurra | P |
| Of conquest as he fell | O |
| - | |
| III | A |
| Lone on the outskirts of the host | S |
| The weary sentinel held post | S |
| And heard through darkness far aloof | T |
| The frequent clang of courser's hoof | T |
| Where held the cloaked patrol their course | U |
| And spurred 'gainst storm the swerving horse | U |
| But there are sounds in Allan's ear | P |
| Patrol nor sentinel may hear | P |
| And sights before his eye aghast | V |
| Invisible to them have passed | V |
| When down the destined plain | N |
| 'Twixt Britain and the bands of France | W |
| Wild as marsh borne meteor's glance | W |
| Strange phantoms wheeled a revel dance | W |
| And doomed the future slain | N |
| Such forms were seen such sounds were heard | X |
| When Scotland's James his march prepared | Y |
| For Flodden's fatal plain | N |
| Such when he drew his ruthless sword | Z |
| As Choosers of the Slain adored | Z |
| The yet unchristened Dane | N |
| An indistinct and phantom band | A2 |
| They wheeled their ring dance hand in hand | A2 |
| With gestures wild and dread | B2 |
| The Seer who watched them ride the storm | C2 |
| Saw through their faint and shadowy form | C2 |
| The lightning's flash more red | B2 |
| And still their ghastly roundelay | O |
| Was of the coming battle fray | P |
| And of the destined dead | B2 |
| - | |
| IV | T |
| - | |
| Song | D2 |
| - | |
| Wheel the wild dance | W |
| While lightnings glance | W |
| And thunders rattle loud | E2 |
| And call the brave | T |
| To bloody grave | T |
| To sleep without a shroud | E2 |
| - | |
| Our airy feet | F2 |
| So light and fleet | F2 |
| They do not bend the rye | A |
| That sinks its head when whirlwinds rave | T |
| And swells again in eddying wave | T |
| As each wild gust blows by | A |
| But still the corn | N |
| At dawn of morn | N |
| Our fatal steps that bore | P |
| At eve lies waste | G2 |
| A trampled paste | G2 |
| Of blackening mud and gore | P |
| Wheel the wild dance | W |
| While lightnings glance | W |
| And thunders rattle loud | E2 |
| And call the brave | T |
| To bloody grave | T |
| To sleep without a shroud | E2 |
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| V | T |
| Wheel the wild dance | W |
| Brave sons of France | W |
| For you our ring makes room | H2 |
| Make space full wide | I2 |
| For martial pride | I2 |
| For banner spear and plume | H2 |
| Approach draw near | P |
| Proud cuirassier | P |
| Room for the men of steel | O |
| Through crest and plate | J2 |
| The broadsword's weight | J2 |
| Both head and heart shall feel | O |
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| VI | A |
| Wheel the wild dance | W |
| While lightnings glance | W |
| And thunders rattle loud | E2 |
| And call the brave | T |
| To bloody grave | T |
| To sleep without a shroud | E2 |
| - | |
| Sons of the spear | P |
| You feel us near | P |
| In many a ghastly dream | K2 |
| With fancy's eye | A |
| Our forms you spy | A |
| And hear our fatal scream | K2 |
| With clearer sight | H |
| Ere falls the night | H |
| Just when to weal or woe | L2 |
| Your disembodied souls take flight | H |
| On trembling wing each startled sprite | H |
| Our choir of death shall know | L2 |
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| VII | T |
| Wheel the wild dance | W |
| While lightnings glance | W |
| And thunders rattle loud | E2 |
| And call the brave | T |
| To bloody grave | T |
| To sleep without a shroud | E2 |
| - | |
| Burst ye clouds in tempest showers | M2 |
| Redder rain shall soon be ours | M2 |
| See the east grows wan | N |
| Yield we place to sterner game | N2 |
| Ere deadlier bolts and direr flame | N2 |
| Shall the welkin's thunders shame | N2 |
| Elemental rage is tame | N2 |
| To the wrath of man | N |
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| VIII | T |
| At morn grey Allan's mates with awe | Q |
| Heard of the visioned sights he saw | O2 |
| The legend heard him say | P |
| But the Seer's gifted eye was dim | P2 |
| Deafened his ear and stark his limb | P2 |
| Ere closed that bloody day | P |
| He sleeps far from his Highland heath | Q2 |
| But often of the Dance of Death | R2 |
| His comrades tell the tale | O |
| On picquet post when ebbs the night | H |
| And waning watch fires glow less bright | H |
| And dawn is glimmering pale | O |
Sir Walter Scott
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