Song Of The Cid.[194] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Song Of The Cid.[194] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Cid is sitting in martial state	A
Within Valencia's wall	B
And chiefs of high renown attend	C
The knightly festival	D
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Brave Alvar Fanez and a troop	E
Of gallant men were there	F
And there came Donna Ximena	G
His wife and daughters fair	F
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When the footpage bent on his knee	G
What tidings brought he then	G
Morocco's king is on the seas	H
With fifty thousand men	G
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Now God be praised the Cid he cried	I
Let every hold be stored	J
Let fly the holy Gonfalon	G
And give St James the word	K
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And now upon the turret high	L
Was heard the signal drum	M
And loud the watchman blew his trump	N
And cried They come they come	M
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The Cid then raised his sword on high	L
And by God's Mother swore	O
These walls hard gotten he would keep	P
Or bathe their base in gore	O
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My wife my daughter what in tears	Q
Nay hang not thus your head	R
For you shall see how well we fight	S
How soldiers earn their bread	R
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We will go out against the Moors	T
And crush them in your sight	S
And all the Christians shouted loud	U
May God defend the right	S
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He took his wife and daughter's hand	V
So resolute was he	G
And led them to the highest tower	W
That overlooks the sea	G
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They saw how vast a pagan power	W
Came sailing o'er the brine	G
They saw beneath the morning light	S
The Moorish crescents shine	G
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These ladies then grew deadly pale	X
As heart struck with dismay	Y
And when they heard the tambours beat	Z
They turned their heads away	Y
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The thronged streamers glittering flew	A2
The sun was shining bright	S
Now cheer the valiant Cid he cried	I
This is a glorious sight	S
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Whilst thus with shuddering look aghast	B2
These fearful ladies stood	C2
The Cid he raised his sword and cried	I
All this is for your good	C2
	-
Ere fifteen days are gone and past	B2
If God assist the right	S
Those tambours that now sound to scare	F
Shall sound for your delight	S
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The Moors who pressed beneath the towers	D2
Now Allah Allah sung	E2
Each Christian knight his broadsword drew	A2
And loud the trumpets rung	E2
	-
Then up the noble Cid bespoke	E2
Let each brave warrior go	E2
And arm himself in dusk of morn	G
Ere chanticleer shall crow	E2
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And in the lofty minster church	F2
On Santiago call	B
That good Bishop Hieronymo	Y
Shall there absolve you all	B
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But let us prudent counsel take	E2
In this eventful hour	W
For yon proud infidels I ween	G
They are a mighty power	W
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Then Alvar Fanez counselled well	G2
I noble Cid will go	E2
And ambush with three hundred men	G
Ere the first cock doth crow	E2
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And when against the Moorish men	G
You Cid lead on your powers	D2
We dauntless on the other side	I
Will fall on them with ours	D2
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This counsel pleased the Chieftain well	G2
He said it should be so	E2
And the good Bishop should sing mass	H2
Ere the first cock did crow	E2
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The day is gone the night is come	Y
At cock crow all appear	I2
In Pedro's church to shrive themselves	J2
And holy mass to hear	K2
	-
On Santiago there they called	L2
To hear them and to save	M2
And that good Bishop at the mass	H2
Great absolution gave	M2
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Fear not he cried when thousands bleed	N2
When horse on man shall roll	O2
Whoever dies I take his sins	P2
And God be with his soul	O2
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A boon a boon the Bishop cried	I
I have sung mass to day	Y
Let me the brunt of battle bear	F
Cid in the bloody fray	Y
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Now Alvar Fanez and his men	G
Had gained the thicket's shade	Q2
And with hushed breath and anxious eye	L
Had there their ambush laid	Q2
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Four thousand men in glittering arms	R2
All issued from the gate	A
Whilst the bold Cid before them all	B
On Bavieca sate	A
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They passed the ambush on the left	S2
And marched o'er dale and down	G
Till soon they got the Moorish camp	T2
Betwixt them and the town	G
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The Cid then spurred his horse and set	U2
The battle in array	Y
Pero Bermudez proudly bore	O
His standard on that day	Y
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When this the Moors astonied saw	V2
Allah began their cry	L
The tambours beat the cymbals rung	E2
As they would rend the sky	L
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Banner advance the Cid he cried	I
And raised aloft his sword	J
And all the host set up the shout	W2
St Mary and our Lord	J
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That good Bishop Hieronymo	Y
Bravely his battle bore	O
And shouted as he spurred his steed	N2
For bold Campeador	O
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The Moorish and the Christian host	X2
Now mix their dying cries	Y2
And many a horse along the plain	G
Without his rider flies	Y2
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Now sinks the Crescent now the Cross	Z2
As the fierce hosts assail	X
But what against o'erwhelming might	S
Can valour's self avail	X
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Campeador all bathed in blood	A3
Spurred on his horse amain	G
And Santiago cried aloud	U
For Bivar and for Spain	G
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Now Alvar Fanez and his men	G
Who crouched in thickets low	E2
Leaped up and with the lightning glance	B3
Rushed shouting on the foe	E2
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The Moors who saw their pennons gay	Y
All waving in the wind	C3
Fled in dismay for still they feared	D3
A greater host behind	C3
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The Crescent falls Pursue pursue	A2
Haste spur along the plain	G
See where they sink see where they lie	L
The fainting and the slain	G
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Of fifty thousand who at morn	G
Came forth in armour bright	S
Scarce fifteen thousand souls were left	S2
To tell the tale at night	S
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The Cid then wiped his bloody brow	O
And thus was heard to say	Y
Well Bavieca hast thou sped	R
My noble horse to day	Y
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If thousands then escaped the sword	J
Let none the Cid condemn	G
For they were swept into the sea	G
And the surge went over them	G
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There's many a maid of Tetuan	G
All day shall sit and weep	P
But never see her lover's sail	X
Shine on the northern deep	P
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There's many a mother with her babe	E3
Shall pace the sounding shore	O
And think upon its father's smile	F3
Whom she shall see no more	O
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Rock hoary ocean mournfully	F3
Upon thy billowy bed	R
For dark and deep thy surges sweep	P
O'er thousands of the dead	R