Lament For The Decline Of Chivalry.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEDDE FFFGGH IIJKKJ DDIDDI LLDDDD FFMNNM DDOFFO DDDPPD FFFQQF FFRSTR DDFSSF UUDVVD DDFWPF FFDFFD FFXYYN| Well hast thou cried departed Burke | A |
| All chivalrous romantic work | A |
| Is ended now and past | B |
| That iron age which some have thought | C |
| Of metal rather overwrought | C |
| Is now all overcast | B |
| - | |
| Ay where are those heroic knights | D |
| Of old those armadillo wights | D |
| Who wore the plated vest | E |
| Great Charlemagne and all his peers | D |
| Are cold enjoying with their spears | D |
| An everlasting rest | E |
| - | |
| The bold King Arthur sleepeth sound | F |
| So sleep his knights who gave that Round | F |
| Old Table such clat | F |
| Oh Time has pluck'd the plumy brow | G |
| And none engage at tourneys now | G |
| But those that go to law | H |
| - | |
| Grim John o' Gaunt is quite gone by | I |
| And Guy is nothing but a Guy | I |
| Orlando lies forlorn | J |
| Bold Sidney and his kidney nay | K |
| Those early champions what are they | K |
| But Knights without a morn | J |
| - | |
| No Percy branch now perseveres | D |
| Like those of old in breaking spears | D |
| The name is now a lie | I |
| Surgeons alone by any chance | D |
| Are all that ever couch a lance | D |
| To couch a body's eye | I |
| - | |
| Alas for Lion Hearted Dick | L |
| That cut the Moslems to the quick | L |
| His weapon lies in peace | D |
| Oh it would warm them in a trice | D |
| If they could only have a spice | D |
| Of his old mace in Greece | D |
| - | |
| The famed Rinaldo lies a cold | F |
| And Tancred too and Godfrey bold | F |
| That scaled the holy wall | M |
| No Saracen meets Paladin | N |
| We hear of no great Saladin | N |
| But only grow the small | M |
| - | |
| Our Cressys too have dwindled since | D |
| To penny things at our Black Prince | D |
| Historic pens would scoff | O |
| The only one we moderns had | F |
| Was nothing but a Sandwich lad | F |
| And measles took him off | O |
| - | |
| Where are those old and feudal clans | D |
| Their pikes and bills and partisans | D |
| Their hauberks jerkins buffs | D |
| A battle was a battle then | P |
| A breathing piece of work but men | P |
| Fight now with powder puffs | D |
| - | |
| The curtal axe is out of date | F |
| The good old crossbow bends to Fate | F |
| 'Tis gone the archer's craft | F |
| No tough arm bends the spinning yew | Q |
| And jolly draymen ride in lieu | Q |
| Of Death upon the shaft | F |
| - | |
| The spear the gallant tilter's pride | F |
| The rusty spear is laid aside | F |
| Oh spits now domineer | R |
| The coat of mail is left alone | S |
| And where is all chain armor gone | T |
| Go ask at Brighton Pier | R |
| - | |
| We fight in ropes and not in lists | D |
| Bestowing hand cuffs with our fists | D |
| A low and vulgar art | F |
| No mounted man is overthrown | S |
| A tilt it is a thing unknown | S |
| Except upon a cart | F |
| - | |
| Methinks I see the bounding barb | U |
| Clad like his Chief in steely garb | U |
| For warding steel's appliance | D |
| Methinks I hear the trumpet stir | V |
| 'Tis but the guard to Exeter | V |
| That bugles the Defiance | D |
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| In cavils when will cavaliers | D |
| Set ringing helmets by the ears | D |
| And scatter plumes about | F |
| Or blood if they are in the vein | W |
| That tap will never run again | P |
| Alas the Casque is out | F |
| - | |
| No iron crackling now is scored | F |
| By dint of battle axe or sword | F |
| To find a vital place | D |
| Though certain doctors still pretend | F |
| Awhile before they kill a friend | F |
| To labor through his case | D |
| - | |
| Farewell then ancient men of might | F |
| Crusader errant squire and knight | F |
| Our coats and customs soften | X |
| To rise would only make you weep | Y |
| Sleep on in rusty iron sleep | Y |
| As in a safety coffin | N |
Thomas Hood
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