The Battle Of Naseby Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKCK LHMH NOPO QRKR STUV WXYL ZA2B2C2 D2E2F2E2 G2H2I2H2 J2K2L2K2 M2JVN2| Oh wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the North | A |
| With your hands and your feet and your raiment all red | B |
| And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout | C |
| And whence be the grapes of the wine press which ye tread | B |
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| Oh evil was the root and bitter was the fruit | D |
| And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod | E |
| For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong | F |
| Who sate in the high places and slew the saints of God | E |
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| It was about the noon of a glorious day of June | G |
| That we saw their banners dance and their cuirasses shine | H |
| And the Man of Blood was there with his long essenced hair | I |
| And Astley and Sir Marmaduke and Rupert of the Rhine | H |
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| Like a servant of the Lord with his Bible and his sword | J |
| The General rode along us to form us to the fight | K |
| When a murmuring sound broke out and swell'd into a shout | C |
| Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's right | K |
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| And hark like the roar of the billows on the shore | L |
| The cry of battle rises along their charging line | H |
| For God for the Cause for the Church for the Laws | M |
| For Charles King of England and Rupert of the Rhine | H |
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| The furious German comes with his clarions and his drums | N |
| His bravoes of Alsatia and pages of Whitehall | O |
| They are bursting on our flanks Grasp your pikes close your ranks | P |
| For Rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall | O |
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| They are here They rush on We are broken We are gone | Q |
| Our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast | R |
| O Lord put forth thy might O Lord defend the right | K |
| Stand back to back in God's name and fight it to the last | R |
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| Stout Skippon has a wound the centre hath given ground | S |
| Hark hark What means the trampling of horsemen on our rear | T |
| Whose banner do I see boys 'Tis he thank God 'tis he boys | U |
| Bear up another minute brave Oliver is here | V |
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| Fast fast the gallants ride in some safe nook to hide | W |
| Their coward heads predestined to rot on Temple Bar | X |
| And he he turns he flies shame on those cruel eyes | Y |
| That bore to look on torture and dare not look on war | L |
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| Ho comrades scour the plain and ere ye strip the slain | Z |
| First give another stab to make your search secure | A2 |
| Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad pieces and lockets | B2 |
| The tokens of the wanton the plunder of the poor | C2 |
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| Fools your doublets shone with gold and your hearts were gay and bold | D2 |
| When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to day | E2 |
| And to morrow shall the fox from her chambers in the rocks | F2 |
| Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey | E2 |
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| Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate | G2 |
| And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades | H2 |
| Your perfum'd satin clothes your catches and your oaths | I2 |
| Your stage plays and your sonnets your diamonds and your spades | H2 |
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| Down down for ever down with the mitre and the crown | J2 |
| With the Belial of the Court and the Mammon of the Pope | K2 |
| There is woe in Oxford halls there is wail in Durham's Stalls | L2 |
| The Jesuit smites his bosom the Bishop rends his cope | K2 |
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| And She of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills | M2 |
| And tremble when she thinks on the edge of England's sword | J |
| And the Kings of earth in fear shall shudder when they hear | V |
| What the hand of God hath wrought for the Houses and the Word | N2 |
Thomas Babbington Macaulay
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