The Harp Of Hoel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD ECEEC CCCCC CFCCF GDGGD CHCCH IJIKL CMCCN COCCO PQPPQ RDRRD SCTSC UHUVW XYVXY CZCCZ A2YA2A2Y B2CC2C2C CD2CCD2 VRVVR CE2CCE2 YF2YYF2 CGCCG RD2RRG2 XCXXC T CTCSVV F2VF2VCRCRVV VCVVC XOXXO BCBBC COCCO XCXXC H2 BCBBC I2CI2I2C J2CJ2J2C CCCCC STTK2T L2BM2L2B CN2CCN2 O2VO2O2V P2IP2P2I BCBBC CSRRK2 CVCCV| It was a high and holy sight | A |
| When Baldwin and his train | B |
| With cross and crosier gleaming bright | A |
| Came chanting slow the solemn rite | A |
| To Gwentland's pleasant plain | B |
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| High waved before in crimson pride | C |
| The banner of the Cross | D |
| The silver rood was then descried | C |
| While deacon youths from side to side | C |
| The fuming censer toss | D |
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| The monks went two and two along | E |
| And winding through the glade | C |
| Sang as they passed a holy song | E |
| And harps and citterns 'mid the throng | E |
| A mingled music made | C |
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| They ceased when lifting high his hand | C |
| The white robed prelate cried | C |
| Arise arise at Christ's command | C |
| To fight for his name in the Holy Land | C |
| Where a Saviour lived and died | C |
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| With gloves of steel and good broadsword | C |
| And plumed helm of brass | F |
| Hoel Landoga's youthful lord | C |
| To hear the father's holy word | C |
| Came riding to the pass | F |
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| More earnestly the prelate spake | G |
| Oh heed no earthly loss | D |
| He who will friends and home forsake | G |
| Now let him kneel and fearless take | G |
| The sign of the Holy Cross | D |
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| Then many a maid her tresses rent | C |
| And did her love implore | H |
| Oh go not thou to banishment | C |
| For me and the pleasant vales of Gwent | C |
| Thou never wilt see more | H |
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| And many a mother pale with fears | I |
| Did kiss her infant son | J |
| Said Who will shield thy helpless years | I |
| Who dry thy widowed mother's tears | K |
| When thy brave father's gone | L |
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| GOD with firm voice the prelate cried | C |
| God will the orphan bless | M |
| Sustain the widow's heart and guide | C |
| Through the hard world obscure and wild | C |
| The poor and fatherless | N |
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| Then might you see a shade o'ercast | C |
| Brave Hoel's ruddy hue | O |
| But soon the moment's thought is past | C |
| Hark hark 'tis the trumpet's stirring blast | C |
| And he grasped his bow of yew | O |
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| Then might you see a moment's gloom | P |
| Sit in brave Hoel's eye | Q |
| Make in the stranger's land my tomb | P |
| I follow thee be it my doom | P |
| O CHRIST to live or die | Q |
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| No more he thought though rich in fee | R |
| Of any earthly loss | D |
| But lighting on his bended knee | R |
| Said Father here I take from thee | R |
| The sign of the Holy Cross | D |
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| I have a wife to me more dear | S |
| Then is my own heart's blood | C |
| I have a child a starting tear | T |
| Which soon he dried of love sincere | S |
| On his stern eyelid stood | C |
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| To them farewell O God above | U |
| Thine is the fate of war | H |
| But oh reward Gwenlhian's love | U |
| And may my son a comfort prove | V |
| When I am distant far | W |
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| Farewell my harp away away | X |
| To the field of death I go | Y |
| Welcome the trumpet's blast the neigh | V |
| Of my bold and barbed steed of gray | X |
| And the clang of the steel crossbow | Y |
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| Gwenlhian sat in the hall at night | C |
| Counting the heavy hours | Z |
| She saw the moon with tranquil light | C |
| Shine on the circling mountain's height | C |
| And the dim castle towers | Z |
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| Deep stillness was on hill and glen | A2 |
| When she heard a bugle blow | Y |
| A trump from the watch tower answered then | A2 |
| And the tramp of steeds and the voice of men | A2 |
| Were heard in the court below | Y |
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| The watch dog started at the noise | B2 |
| Then crouched at his master's feet | C |
| He knew his step he heard his voice | C2 |
| But who can now like her rejoice | C2 |
| Who flies her own lord to greet | C |
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| And soon her arms his neck enfold | C |
| But whence that altered mien | D2 |
| O say then is thy love grown cold | C |
| Or hast thou been hurt by the robbers bold | C |
| That won in the forest of Dean | D2 |
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| Oh no he cried the God above | V |
| Who all my soul can see | R |
| Knows my sincere my fervent love | V |
| If aught my stern resolve could move | V |
| It were one tear from thee | R |
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| But I have sworn in the Holy Land | C |
| Need I the sequel speak | E2 |
| Too well she cried I understand | C |
| Then grasped in agony his hand | C |
| And hid her face on his cheek | E2 |
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| My loved Gwenlhian weep not so | Y |
| From the lid that tear I kiss | F2 |
| Though to the wars far off I go | Y |
| Betide me weal betide me woe | Y |
| We yet may meet in bliss | F2 |
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| Fourteen suns their course had rolled | C |
| When firmly thus he spake | G |
| Hear now my last request behold | C |
| This ring it is of purest gold | C |
| Love keep it for my sake | G |
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| When summers seven have robed each tree | R |
| And clothed the vales with green | D2 |
| If I come not back then thou art free | R |
| To wed or not and to think of me | R |
| As I had never been | G2 |
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| Nay answer not what wouldst thou say | X |
| Come let my harp be brought | C |
| For the last time I fain would play | X |
| Ere yet we part our favourite lay | X |
| And cheat severer thought | C |
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| THE AIR | T |
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| Oh cast every care to the wind | C |
| And dry best beloved the tear | T |
| Secure that thou ever shalt find | C |
| The friend of thy bosom sincere | S |
| Still friendship shall live in the breast of the brave | V |
| And we'll love the long day where the forest trees wave | V |
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| I have felt each emotion of bliss | F2 |
| That affection the fondest can prove | V |
| Have received on my lip the first kiss | F2 |
| Of thy holy and innocent love | V |
| But perish each hope of delight | C |
| Like the flashes of night on the sea | R |
| If ever though far from thy sight | C |
| My soul is forgetful of thee | R |
| Still the memory shall live in the breast of the brave | V |
| How we loved the long day where the forest trees wave | V |
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| Now bring my boy may God above | V |
| Shower blessings on his head | C |
| May he requite his mother's love | V |
| And to her age a comfort prove | V |
| When I perhaps am dead | C |
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| The beams of morn on his helm did play | X |
| And aloud the bugle blew | O |
| Then he leaped on his harnessed steed of gray | X |
| And sighed to the winds as he galloped away | X |
| Adieu my heart's love adieu | O |
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| And now he has joined the warrior train | B |
| Of knights and barons bold | C |
| That bound to Salem's holy plain | B |
| Across the gently swelling main | B |
| Their course exulting hold | C |
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| With a cross of gold as on they passed | C |
| The crimson streamers flew | O |
| The shields hung glittering round the mast | C |
| And on the waves a radiance cast | C |
| Whilst all the trumpets blew | O |
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| O'er the Severn surge in long array | X |
| So the proud galleys went | C |
| Till soon as dissolved in ether gray | X |
| The woods and the shores and the Holms steal away | X |
| And the long blue hills of Gwent | C |
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| PART II | H2 |
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| High on the hill with moss o'ergrown | B |
| A hermit chapel stood | C |
| It spoke the tale of seasons gone | B |
| And half revealed its ivied stone | B |
| Amid the beechen wood | C |
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| Here often when the mountain trees | I2 |
| A leafy murmur made | C |
| Now still now swaying to the breeze | I2 |
| Sounds that the musing fancy please | I2 |
| The widowed mourner strayed | C |
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| And many a morn she climbed the steep | J2 |
| From whence she might behold | C |
| Where 'neath the clouds in shining sweep | J2 |
| And mingling with the mighty deep | J2 |
| The sea broad Severn rolled | C |
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| Her little boy beside her played | C |
| With sea shells in his hand | C |
| And sometimes 'mid the bents delayed | C |
| And sometimes running onward said | C |
| Oh where is Holy Land | C |
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| My child she cried my prattler dear | S |
| And kissed his light brown hair | T |
| Her eyelid glistened with a tear | T |
| And none but God above could hear | K2 |
| That hour her secret prayer | T |
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| As thus she nursed her secret woes | L2 |
| Oft to the wind and rain | B |
| She listened at sad autumn's close | M2 |
| Whilst many a thronging shadow rose | L2 |
| Dark glancing o'er her brain | B |
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| Now lonely to the cloudy height | C |
| Of the steep hill she strays | N2 |
| Below the raven wings his flight | C |
| And often on the screaming kite | C |
| She sees the wild deer gaze | N2 |
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| The clouds were gathered on its brow | O2 |
| The warring winds were high | V |
| She heard a hollow voice and now | O2 |
| She lifts to heaven a secret vow | O2 |
| Whilst the king of the storm rides by | V |
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| Seated on a craggy rock | P2 |
| What aged man appears | I |
| There is no hind no straggling flock | P2 |
| Comes the strange shade my thoughts to mock | P2 |
| And shake my soul with fears | I |
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| Fast drive the hurrying clouds of morn | B |
| A pale man stands confessed | C |
| With look majestic though forlorn | B |
| A mirror in his hand and horn | B |
| Of ivory on his breast | C |
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| Daughter of grief he gently said | C |
| And beckoned her come near | S |
| Now say what would you give to me | R |
| If you brave Hoel's form might see | R |
| Or the sound of his bugle hear | K2 |
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| Hoel my love where'er thou art | C |
| All England I would give | V |
| If never never more to part | C |
| I now could hold thee to my heart | C |
| For whom alone I liv | V |
William Lisle Bowles
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