The Song Of Harold Harfager Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDDD DDBBBBDDEF CCGGHIJJEF CCKKLLJJEF

The sun is rising dimly redA
The wind is wailing low and dreadA
From his cliff the eagle salliesB
Leaves the wolf his darksome valleysB
In the mist the ravens hoverC
Peep the wild dogs from the coverC
Screaming croaking baying yellingD
Each in his wild accents tellingD
Soon we feast on dead and dyingD
Fair haired Harald's flag is flyingD
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Many a crest in air is streamingD
Many a helmet darkly gleamingD
Many an arm the axe uprearsB
Doomed to hew the wood of spearsB
All around the crowded ranksB
Horses neigh and armor clanksB
Chiefs are shouting clarions ringingD
Louder still the bard is singingD
Gather footmen gather horsemenE
To the field ye valiant NorsemenF
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Halt ye not not for food or slumberC
View not vantage count not numberC
Jolly reapers forward stillG
Grow the crop on vale or hillG
Thick or scattered stiff or litheH
It shall down before the scytheI
Forward with your sickles brightJ
Reap the harvest of the fightJ
Onward footmen onward horsemenE
To the charge ye gallant NorsemenF
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Fatal Choosers of the SlaughterC
O'er you hovers Odin's daughterC
Hear the choice she spreads before yeK
Victory and wealth and gloryK
Or old Valhalla's roaring hailL
Her ever circling mead and aleL
Where for eternity uniteJ
The joys of wassail and of fightJ
Headlong forward foot and horsemenE
Charge and fight and die like NorsemenF

Walter Scott (sir)



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