The Bard Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEFGFGHH IJKLMMNOPQPRGG STUTVUWCCWXYXYZA2B2A 2C2D2 E2F2G2F2H2H2AAI2H2I2 H2H2H2 H2YH2YH2H2J2J2YK2YK2 GG L2MH2MM2H2GYYGN2H2N2 H2KH2O2H2P2P2 H2Q2H2Q2J2J2YYH2M2H2 M2M2M2 H2R2H2R2D2D2YYMM2S2M 2YY T2U2H2V2TH2NMS2OH2H2 H2H2YD2MD2H2H2| Ruin seize thee ruthless King | A |
| Confusion on thy banners wait | B |
| Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing | A |
| They mock the air with idle state | B |
| Helm nor hauberk's twisted mail | C |
| Nor e'en thy virtues Tyrant shall avail | C |
| To save thy secret soul from nightly fears | D |
| From Cambria's curse from Cambria's tears | E |
| Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride | F |
| Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay | G |
| As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side | F |
| He wound with toilsome march his long array | G |
| Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance | H |
| To arms cried Mortimer and couched his quiv'ring lance | H |
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| On a rock whose haughty brow | I |
| Frowns o'er cold Conway's foaming flood | J |
| Robed in the sable garb of woe | K |
| With haggard eyes the Poet stood | L |
| Loose his beard and hoary hair | M |
| Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air | M |
| And with a master's hand and prophet's fire | N |
| Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre | O |
| Hark how each giant oak and desert cave | P |
| Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath | Q |
| O'er thee O King their hundred arms they wave | P |
| Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe | R |
| Vocal no more since Cambria's fatal day | G |
| To high born Hoel's harp or soft Llewellyn's lay | G |
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| Cold is Cadwallo's tongue | S |
| That hushed the stormy main | T |
| Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed | U |
| Mountains ye mourn in vain | T |
| Modred whose magic song | V |
| Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud topt head | U |
| On dreary Arvon's shore they lie | W |
| Smeared with gore and ghastly pale | C |
| Far far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail | C |
| The famished eagle screams and passes by | W |
| Dear lost companions of my tuneful art | X |
| Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes | Y |
| Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart | X |
| Ye died amidst your dying country's cries | Y |
| No more I weep They do not sleep | Z |
| On yonder cliffs a grisly band | A2 |
| I see them sit they linger yet | B2 |
| Avengers of their native land | A2 |
| With me in dreadful harmony they join | C2 |
| And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line | D2 |
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| Weave the warp and weave the woof | E2 |
| The winding sheet of Edward's race | F2 |
| Give ample room and verge enough | G2 |
| The characters of hell to trace | F2 |
| Mark the year and mark the night | H2 |
| When Severn shall re echo with affright | H2 |
| The shrieks of death thro' Berkley's roof that ring | A |
| Shrieks of an agonizing king | A |
| She wolf of France with unrelenting fangs | I2 |
| That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate | H2 |
| From thee be born who o'er thy country hangs | I2 |
| The scourge of Heaven What terrors round him wait | H2 |
| Amazement in his van with Flight combined | H2 |
| And Sorrow's faded form and Solitude behind | H2 |
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| Mighty victor mighty lord | H2 |
| Low on his funeral couch he lies | Y |
| No pitying heart no eye afford | H2 |
| A tear to grace his obsequies | Y |
| Is the sable warrior fled | H2 |
| Thy son is gone He rests among the dead | H2 |
| The swarm that in thy noon tide beam were born | J2 |
| Gone to salute the rising morn | J2 |
| Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows | Y |
| While proudly riding o'er the azure realm | K2 |
| In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes | Y |
| Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm | K2 |
| Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway | G |
| That hushed in grim repose expects his ev'ning prey | G |
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| Fill high the sparkling bowl | L2 |
| The rich repast prepare | M |
| Reft of a crown he yet may share the feast | H2 |
| Close by the regal chair | M |
| Fell Thirst and Famine scowl | M2 |
| A baleful smile upon their baffled guest | H2 |
| Heard ye the din of battle bray | G |
| Lance to lance and horse to horse | Y |
| Long years of havoc urge their destined course | Y |
| And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way | G |
| Ye towers of Julius London's lasting shame | N2 |
| With many a foul and midnight murder fed | H2 |
| Revere his consort's faith his father's fame | N2 |
| And spare the meek usurper's holy head | H2 |
| Above below the rose of snow | K |
| Twined with her blushing foe we spread | H2 |
| The bristled Boar in infant gore | O2 |
| Wallows beneath the thorny shade | H2 |
| Now brothers bending o'er the accursed loom | P2 |
| Stamp we our vengeance deep and ratify his doom | P2 |
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| Edward lo to sudden fate | H2 |
| Weave we the woof The thread is spun | Q2 |
| Half of thy heart we consecrate | H2 |
| The web is wove The work is done | Q2 |
| Stay oh stay nor thus forlorn | J2 |
| Leave me unblessed unpitied here to mourn | J2 |
| In yon bright track that fires the western skies | Y |
| They melt they vanish from my eyes | Y |
| But oh what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height | H2 |
| Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll | M2 |
| Visions of glory spare my aching sight | H2 |
| Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul | M2 |
| No more our long lost Arthur we bewail | M2 |
| All hail ye genuine kings Britannia's issue hail | M2 |
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| Girt with many a baron bold | H2 |
| Sublime their starry fronts they rear | R2 |
| And gorgeous dames and statesmen old | H2 |
| In bearded majesty appear | R2 |
| In the midst a form divine | D2 |
| Her eye proclaims her of the Briton line | D2 |
| Her lion port her awe commanding face | Y |
| Attempered sweet to virgin grace | Y |
| What strings symphonious tremble in the air | M |
| What strains of vocal transport round her play | M2 |
| Hear from the grave great Taliessin hear | S2 |
| They breathe a soul to animate thy clay | M2 |
| Bright Rapture calls and soaring as she sings | Y |
| Waves in the eye of heav'n her many coloured wings | Y |
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| The verse adorn again | T2 |
| Fierce War and faithful Love | U2 |
| And Truth severe by fairy Fiction drest | H2 |
| In buskined measures move | V2 |
| Pale Grief and pleasing Pain | T |
| With Horror tyrant of the throbbing breast | H2 |
| A voice as of the cherub choir | N |
| Gales from blooming Eden bear | M |
| And distant warblings lessen on my ear | S2 |
| That lost in long futurity expire | O |
| Fond impious man think'st thou yon sanguine cloud | H2 |
| Raised by thy breath has quenched the orb of day | H2 |
| Tomorrow he repairs the golden flood | H2 |
| And warms the nations with redoubled ray | H2 |
| Enough for me with joy I see | Y |
| The diff'rent doom our fates assign | D2 |
| Be thine Despair and sceptred Care | M |
| To triumph and to die are mine | D2 |
| He spoke and headlong from the mountain's height | H2 |
| Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night | H2 |
Thomas Gray
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