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The Harp Of Hoel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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