The Song Of Harold Harfager Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDDE DDBBBBDDFG CCHHIJKKFG CCLLMMKKF

The sun is rising dimly redA
The wind is wailing low and dreadA
From his cliff the eagle salliesB
Leaves the wolf his darksome valleysB
In the mist the ravens hoverC
Peep the wild dogs from the coverC
Screaming croaking baying yellingD
Each in his wild accents tellingD
'Soon we feast on dead and dyingD
Fair haired Harald's flag is flying 'E
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Many a crest in air is streamingD
Many a helmet darkly gleamingD
Many an arm the axe uprearsB
Doomed to hew the wood of spearsB
All around the crowded ranksB
Horses neigh and armor clanksB
Chiefs are shouting clarions ringingD
Louder still the bard is singingD
'Gather footmen gather horsemenF
To the field ye valiant NorsemenG
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'Halt ye not not for food or slumberC
View not vantage count not numberC
Jolly reapers forward stillH
Grow the crop on vale or hillH
Thick or scattered stiff or litheI
It shall down before the scytheJ
Forward with your sickles brightK
Reap the harvest of the fightK
Onward footmen onward horsemenF
To the charge ye gallant NorsemenG
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'Fatal Choosers of the SlaughterC
O'er you hovers Odin's daughterC
Hear the choice she spreads before yeL
Victory and wealth and gloryL
Or old Valhalla's roaring hailM
Her ever circling mead and aleM
Where for eternity uniteK
The joys of wassail and of fightK
Headlong forward foot and horsemenF
Charge and fight and die like Norsemen '-

Sir Walter Scott



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