The Legend Of King Arthur Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE EGHG FCCC CFCF IFJF FKEK BFCF JIFI JCFC CLJI BMCM IDED BEJE FEJE FFGF GFEF FFEF FEFE LFFF FFFF DDGD JFFF GLCL GBJB| Of Brutus' blood in Brittaine borne | A |
| King Arthur I am to name | B |
| Through Christendome and Heathynesse | C |
| Well knowne is my worthy fame | B |
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| In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve | D |
| I am a Christyan bore | E |
| The Father Sone and Holy Gost | F |
| One God I doe adore | E |
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| In the four hundred ninetieth yeere | E |
| Oer Brittaine I did rayne | G |
| After my Savior Christ his byrth | H |
| What time I did maintaine | G |
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| The fellowshipp of the Table Round | F |
| Soe famous in those dayes | C |
| Whereatt a hundred noble knights | C |
| And thirty sat alwayes | C |
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| Who for their deeds and martiall feates | C |
| As bookes done yett record | F |
| Amongst all other nations | C |
| Wer feared through the world | F |
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| And in the castle of Tyntagill | I |
| King Uther mee begate | F |
| Of Agyana a bewtyous ladye | J |
| And come of hie estate | F |
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| And when I was fifteen yeere old | F |
| Then was I crowned kinge | K |
| All Brittaine that was att an upr re | E |
| I did to quiett bringe | K |
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| And drove the Saxons from the realme | B |
| Who had opprest this land | F |
| All Scotland then throughe manly feates | C |
| I conquered with my hand | F |
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| Ireland Denmarke Norwaye | J |
| These countryes wan I all | I |
| Iseland Gotheland and Swetheland | F |
| And made their kings my thrall | I |
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| I conquered all Gallya | J |
| That now is called France | C |
| And slew the hardye Froll in feild | F |
| My honor to advance | C |
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| And the ugly gyant Dynabus | C |
| Soe terrible to vewe | L |
| That in Saint Barnards mount did lye | J |
| By force of armes I slew | I |
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| And Lucyus the emperour of Rome | B |
| I brought to deadly wracke | M |
| And a thousand more of noble knightes | C |
| For feare did turne their backe | M |
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| Five kinges of paynims I did kill | I |
| Amidst that bloody strife | D |
| Besides the Grecian emperour | E |
| Who alsoe lost his liffe | D |
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| Whose carcasse I did send to Rome | B |
| Cladd poorlye on a beere | E |
| And afterward I past Mount Joye | J |
| The next approaching yeere | E |
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| Then I came to Rome where I was mett | F |
| Right as a conquerour | E |
| And by all the cardinalls solempnelye | J |
| I was crowned an emperour | E |
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| One winter there I made abode | F |
| Then word to mee was brought | F |
| How Mordred had oppressd the crowne | G |
| What treason he had wrought | F |
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| Att home in Brittaine with my queene | G |
| Therfore I came with speede | F |
| To Brittaine backe with all my power | E |
| To quitt that traiterous deede | F |
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| And soone at Sandwiche I arrivde | F |
| Where Mordred me withstoode | F |
| But yett at last I landed there | E |
| With effusion of much blood | F |
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| For there my nephew Sir Gawaine dyed | F |
| Being wounded in that sore | E |
| The whiche Sir Launcelot in fight | F |
| Had given him before | E |
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| Then chased I Mordered away | L |
| Who fledd to London right | F |
| From London to Winchester and | F |
| To Cornwalle tooke his flyght | F |
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| And still I him pursued with speed | F |
| Till at the last wee mett | F |
| Wherby an appointed day of fight | F |
| Was there agreed and set | F |
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| Where we did fight of mortal life | D |
| Eche other to deprive | D |
| Till of a hundred thousand men | G |
| Scarce one was left alive | D |
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| There all the noble chivalrye | J |
| Of Brittaine took their end | F |
| O see how fickle is their state | F |
| That doe on fates depend | F |
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| There all the traiterous men were slaine | G |
| Not one escapte away | L |
| And there dyed all my vallyant knightes | C |
| Alas that woefull day | L |
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| Two and twenty yeere I ware the crowne | G |
| In honor and great fame | B |
| And thus by death was suddenlye | J |
| Deprived of the same | B |
Thomas Percy
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