The Shield Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGHG ICIA JKJK LELE| Say did you not hear a voice of death | A |
| And did you not mark the paly form | B |
| Which rode on the silvery mist of the heath | C |
| And sung a ghostly dirge in the storm | B |
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| Was it the wailing bird of the gloom | D |
| That shrieks on the house of woe all night | E |
| Or a shivering fiend that flew to a tomb | D |
| To howl and to feed till the glance of light | E |
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| 'Twas not the death bird's cry from the wood | F |
| Nor shivering fiend that hung on the blast | G |
| 'Twas the shade of Helderic man of blood | H |
| It screams for the guilt of days that are past | G |
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| See how the red red lightning strays | I |
| And scares the gliding ghosts of the heath | C |
| Now on the leafless yew it plays | I |
| Where hangs the shield of this son of death | A |
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| That shield is blushing with murderous stains | J |
| Long has it hung from the cold yew's spray | K |
| It is blown by storms and washed by rains | J |
| But neither can take the blood away | K |
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| Oft by that yew on the blasted field | L |
| Demons dance to the red moon's light | E |
| While the damp boughs creak and the swinging shield | L |
| Sings to the raving spirit of night | E |
Thomas Moore
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