March Of The Monks Of Bangor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEE FFGGHHEE IIJJHHEE KKLLIIEE MMNNOOEE

When the heathen trumpet's clangA
Round beleaguer'd Chester rangA
Veiled nun and friar greyB
March'd from Bangor's fair AbbayeC
High their holy anthem soundsD
Cestria's vale the hymn reboundsD
Floating down the silvan DeeE
O miserere DomineE
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On the long procession goesF
Glory round their crosses glowsF
And the Virgin mother mildG
In their peaceful banner smiledG
Who could think such saintly bandH
Doom'd to feel unhallow'd handH
Such was the Divine decreeE
O miserere DomineE
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Bands that masses only sungI
Hands that censers only swungI
Met the northern bow and billJ
Heard the war cry wild and shrillJ
Woe to Brockmael's feeble handH
Woe to Olfrid's bloody brandH
Woe to Saxon crueltyE
O miserere DomineE
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Weltering amid warriors slainK
Spurn'd by steeds with bloody maneK
Slaughter'd down by heathen bladeL
Bangor's peaceful monks are laidL
Word of parting rest unspokeI
Mass unsung and bread unbrokeI
For their souls for charityE
O miserere DomineE
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Bangor o'er the murder wailM
Long thy ruins told the taleM
Shatter'd towers and broken archN
Long recall'd the woeful marchN
On thy shrine no tapers burnO
Never shall thy priests returnO
The pilgrim sighs and sings for theeE
O miserere DomineE

Walter Scott (sir)



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