The Knight's Epitaph Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGAHIJKALMNOP QLRSTUVWXQYZTA2B2AAC 2D2E2F2AZG2H2ZAI2 J2K2L2ACM2AN2

This is the church which Pisa great and freeA
Reared to St Catharine How the time stained wallsB
That earthquakes shook not from their poise appearC
To shiver in the deep and voluble tonesD
Rolled from the organ Underneath my feetE
There lies the lid of a sepulchral vaultF
The image of an armed knight is gravenG
Upon it clad in perfect panoplyA
Cuishes and greaves and cuirass with barred helmH
Gauntleted hand and sword and blazoned shieldI
Around in Gothic characters worn dimJ
By feet of worshippers are traced his nameK
And birth and death and words of eulogyA
Why should I pore upon them This old tombL
This effigy the strange disused formM
Of this inscription eloquently showN
His history Let me clothe in fitting wordsO
The thoughts they breathe and frame his epitaphP
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He whose forgotten dust for centuriesQ
Has lain beneath this stone was one in whomL
Adventure and endurance and empriseR
Exalted the mind's faculties and strungS
The body's sinews Brave he was in fightT
Courteous in banquet scornful of reposeU
And bountiful and cruel and devoutV
And quick to draw the sword in private feudW
He pushed his quarrels to the death yet prayedX
The saints as fervently on bended kneesQ
As ever shaven cenobite He lovedY
As fiercely as he fought He would have borneZ
The maid that pleased him from her bower by nightT
To his hill castle as the eagle bearsA2
His victim from the fold and rolled the rocksB2
On his pursuers He aspired to seeA
His native Pisa queen and arbitressA
Of cities earnestly for her he raisedC2
His voice in council and affronted deathD2
In battle field and climbed the galley's deckE2
And brought the captured flag of Genoa backF2
Or piled upon the Arno's crowded quayA
The glittering spoils of the tamed SaracenZ
He was not born to brook the stranger's yokeG2
But would have joined the exiles that withdrewH2
For ever when the Florentine broke inZ
The gates of Pisa and bore off the boltsA
For trophies but he died before that dayI2
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He lived the impersonation of an ageJ2
That never shall return His soul of fireK2
Was kindled by the breath of the rude timeL2
He lived in Now a gentler race succeedsA
Shuddering at blood the effeminate cavalierC
Turning his eyes from the reproachful pastM2
And from the hopeless future gives to easeA
And love and music his inglorious lifeN2

William Cullen Bryant



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