Shameful Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCD EFGHEF IJIJIJ KLKLKL KDKDKD KLKLKL MMMMThere were four of us about that bed | A |
The mass priest knelt at the side | B |
I and his mother stood at the head | A |
Over his feet lay the bride | B |
We were quite sure that he was dead | A |
Though his eyes were open wide | B |
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He did not die in the night | C |
He did not die in the day | D |
But in the morning twilight | C |
His spirit pass'd away | D |
When neither sun nor moon was bright | C |
And the trees were merely grey | D |
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He was not slain with the sword | E |
Knight's axe or the knightly spear | F |
Yet spoke he never a word | G |
After he came in here | H |
I cut away the cord | E |
From the neck of my brother dear | F |
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He did not strike one blow | I |
For the recreants came behind | J |
In a place where the hornbeams grow | I |
A path right hard to find | J |
For the hornbeam boughs swing so | I |
That the twilight makes it blind | J |
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They lighted a great torch then | K |
When his arms were pinion'd fast | L |
Sir John the knight of the Fen | K |
Sir Guy of the Dolorous Blast | L |
With knights threescore and ten | K |
Hung brave Lord Hugh at last | L |
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I am threescore and ten | K |
And my hair is all turn'd grey | D |
But I met Sir John of the Fen | K |
Long ago on a summer day | D |
And am glad to think of the moment when | K |
I took his life away | D |
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I am threescore and ten | K |
And my strength is mostly pass'd | L |
But long ago I and my men | K |
When the sky was overcast | L |
And the smoke roll'd over the reeds of the fen | K |
Slew Guy of the Dolorous Blast | L |
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And now knights all of you | M |
I pray you pray for Sir Hugh | M |
A good knight and a true | M |
And for Alice his wife pray too | M |
William Morris
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