Hymn To Woden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFAAGGHHII JJDDAAKKAALLFFAACCMM NNAAFFCCKKOODDKAGod of the battle hear our prayer | A |
By the lifted falchion's glare | A |
By the uncouth fane sublime | B |
Marked with many a Runic rhyme | B |
By the 'weird sisters' dread | C |
That posting through the battle red | C |
Choose the slain and with them go | D |
To Valhalla's halls below | D |
Where the phantom chiefs prolong | E |
Their echoing feast a giant throng | E |
And their dreadful beverage drain | F |
From the skulls of warriors slain | F |
God of the battle hear our prayer | A |
And may we thy banquet share | A |
Save us god from slow disease | G |
From pains that the brave spirit freeze | G |
From the burning fever's rage | H |
From wailings of unhonoured age | H |
Drawing painful his last breath | I |
Give us in the battle death | I |
Let us lift our glittering shield | J |
And perish perish in the field | J |
Now o'er Cumri's hills of snow | D |
To death or victory we go | D |
Hark the chiefs their cars prepare | A |
See they bind their yellow hair | A |
Frenzy flashes from their eye | K |
They fly our foes before them fly | K |
Woden in thy empire drear | A |
Thou the groans of death dost hear | A |
And welcome to thy dusky hall | L |
Those that for their country fall | L |
Hail all hail the godlike train | F |
That with thee the goblet drain | F |
Or with many a huge compeer | A |
Lift as erst the shadowy spear | A |
Whilst Hela's inmost caverns dread | C |
Echo to their giant tread | C |
And ten thousand thousand shields | M |
Flash lightning o'er the glimmering fields | M |
Hark the battle shouts begin | N |
Louder sounds the glorious din | N |
Louder than the ice's roar | A |
Bursting on the thawing shore | A |
Or crashing pines that strew the plain | F |
When the whirlwinds hurl the main | F |
Riding through the death field red | C |
And singling fast the destined dead | C |
See the fatal sisters fly | K |
Now my throbbing breast beats high | K |
Now I urge my panting steed | O |
Where the foemen thickest bleed | O |
Soon exulting I shall go | D |
Woden to thy halls below | D |
Or o'er the victims as they die | K |
Chaunt the song of Victory | A |
William Lisle Bowles
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