Lament For The Decline Of Chivalry.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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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
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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
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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The curtal axe is out of date	F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
	-
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

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