Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - Part 05 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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LXI	A
Presages ah too true with that a space	B
He sighed for grief then said Fain would I know	C
The man in red with such a knightly grace	B
A worthy lord he seemeth by his show	C
How like to Godfrey looks he in the face	B
How like in person but some deal more low	C
Baldwin quoth she that noble baron hight	D
By birth his brother and his match in might	D
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LXII	B
Next look on him that seems for counsel fit	E
Whose silver locks betray his store of days	B
Raymond he hight a man of wondrous wit	E
Of Toulouse lord his wisdom is his praise	B
What he forethinks doth as he looks for hit	E
His stratagems have good success always	B
With gilded helm beyond him rides the mild	F
And good Prince William England's king's dear child	F
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LXIII	B
With him is Guelpho as his noble mate	G
In birth in acts in arms alike the rest	H
I know him well since I beheld him late	G
By his broad shoulders and his squared breast	H
But my proud foe that quite hath ruinate	H
My high estate and Antioch opprest	H
I see not Boemond that to death did bring	I
Mine aged lord my father and my king	I
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LXIV	J
Thus talked they meanwhile Godfredo went	H
Down to the troops that in the valley stayed	H
And for in vain he thought the labor spent	H
To assail those parts that to the mountains laid	H
Against the northern gate his force he bent	H
Gainst it he camped gainst it his engines played	H
All felt the fury of his angry power	K
That from those gates lies to the corner tower	K
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LXV	J
The town's third part was this or little less	B
Fore which the duke his glorious ensigns spread	H
For so great compass had that forteress	B
That round it could not be environed	H
With narrow siege nor Babel's king I guess	B
That whilom took it such an army led	H
But all the ways he kept by which his foe	J
Might to or from the city come or go	J
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LXVI	J
His care was next to cast the trenches deep	L
So to preserve his resting camp by night	H
Lest from the city while his soldiers sleep	L
They might assail them with untimely flight	H
This done he went where lords and princes weep	L
With dire complaints about the murdered knight	H
Where Dudon dead lay slaughtered on the ground	H
And all the soldiers sat lamenting round	H
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LXVII	J
His wailing friends adorned the mournful bier	M
With woful pomp whereon his corpse they laid	H
And when they saw the Bulloigne prince draw near	N
All felt new grief and each new sorrow made	H
But he withouten show or change of cheer	N
His springing tears within their fountains stayed	H
His rueful looks upon the corpse he cast	H
Awhile and thus bespake the same at last	H
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LXVIII	J
We need not mourn for thee here laid to rest	H
Earth is thy bed and not the grave the skies	B
Are for thy soul the cradle and the nest	H
There live for here thy glory never dies	B
For like a Christian knight and champion blest	H
Thou didst both live and die now feed thine eyes	B
With thy Redeemer's sight where crowned with bliss	B
Thy faith zeal merit well deserving is	B
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LXIX	B
Our loss not thine provokes these plaints and tears	B
For when we lost thee then our ship her mast	H
Our chariot lost her wheels their points our spears	B
The bird of conquest her chief feather cast	H
But though thy death far from our army hears	B
Her chiefest earthly aid in heaven yet placed	H
Thou wilt procure its help Divine so reaps	B
He that sows godly sorrow joy by heaps	B
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LXX	B
For if our God the Lord Armipotent	H
Those armed angels in our aid down send	H
That were at Dothan to his prophet sent	H
Thou wilt come down with them and well defend	H
Our host and with thy sacred weapons bent	H
Gainst Sion's fort these gates and bulwarks rend	H
That so by hand may win this hold and we	A
May in these temples praise our Christ for thee	A
LXXI	B
Thus he complained but now the sable shade	H
Ycleped night had thick enveloped	H
The sun in veil of double darkness made	H
Sleep eased care rest brought complaint to bed	H
All night the wary duke devising laid	H
How that high wall should best be battered	H
How his strong engines he might aptly frame	O
And whence get timber fit to build the same	O
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LXXII	B
Up with the lark the sorrowful duke arose	B
A mourner chief at Dudon's burial	P
Of cypress sad a pile his friends compose	B
Under a hill o'ergrown with cedars tall	Q
Beside the hearse a fruitful palm tree grows	B
Ennobled since by this great funeral	P
Where Dudon's corpse they softly laid in ground	H
The priest sung hymns the soldiers wept around	H
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LXXIII	B
Among the boughs they here and there bestow	H
Ensigns and arms as witness of his praise	B
Which he from Pagan lords that did them owe	H
Had won in prosperous fights and happy frays	B
His shield they fixed on the hole below	H
And there this distich under writ which says	B
This palm with stretched arms doth overspread	H
The champion Dudon's glorious carcase dead	H
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LXXIV	J
This work performed with advisement good	H
Godfrey his carpenters and men of skill	R
In all the camp sent to an aged wood	H
With convoy meet to guard them safe from ill	R
Within a valley deep this forest stood	H
To Christian eyes unseen unknown until	R
A Syrian told the duke who thither sent	H
Those chosen workmen that for timber went	H
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LXXV	J
And now the axe raged in the forest wild	H
The echo sighed in the groves unseen	S
The weeping nymphs fled from their bowers exiled	H
Down fell the shady tops of shaking treen	S
Down came the sacred palms the ashes wild	H
The funeral cypress holly ever green	S
The weeping fir thick beech and sailing pine	T
The married elm fell with his fruitful vine	T
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LXXVI	J
The shooter grew the broad leaved sycamore	U
The barren plantain and the walnut sound	H
The myrrh that her foul sin doth still deplore	U
The alder owner of all waterish ground	H
Sweet juniper whose shadow hurteth sore	U
Proud cedar oak the king of forests crowned	H
Thus fell the trees with noise the deserts roar	U
The beasts their caves the birds their nests forlore	U

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