The Judgment Of God Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFG HIHI JKJK ILIL MNMO PQPR STST JUJU LVLV WXWX IYIZ A2JA2J XUXU HB2JB2 TC2TC2 JJJD2 XTXE2 F2JF2J| Swerve to the left son Roger he said | A |
| When you catch his eyes through the helmet slit | B |
| Swerve to the left then out at his head | A |
| And the Lord God give you joy of it | B |
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| The blue owls on my father's hood | C |
| Were a little dimm'd as I turn'd away | D |
| This giving up of blood for blood | E |
| Will finish here somehow to day | D |
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| So when I walk'd out from the tent | F |
| Their howling almost blinded me | G |
| Yet for all that I was not bent | F |
| By any shame Hard by the sea | G |
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| Made a noise like the aspens where | H |
| We did that wrong but now the place | I |
| Is very pleasant and the air | H |
| Blows cool on any passer's face | I |
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| And all the wrong is gather'd now | J |
| Into the circle of these lists | K |
| Yea howl out butchers tell me how | J |
| His hands were cut off at the wrists | K |
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| And how Lord Roger bore his face | I |
| A league above his spear point high | L |
| Above the owls to that strong place | I |
| Among the waters yea yea cry | L |
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| What a brave champion we have got | M |
| Sir Oliver the flower of all | N |
| The Hainault knights The day being hot | M |
| He sat beneath a broad white pall | O |
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| White linen over all his steel | P |
| What a good knight he look'd his sword | Q |
| Laid thwart his knees he liked to feel | P |
| Its steadfast edge clear as his word | R |
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| And he look'd solemn how his love | S |
| Smiled whitely on him sick with fear | T |
| How all the ladies up above | S |
| Twisted their pretty hands so near | T |
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| The fighting was Ellayne Ellayne | J |
| They cannot love like you can who | U |
| Would burn your hands off if that pain | J |
| Could win a kiss am I not true | U |
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| To you for ever therefore I | L |
| Do not fear death or anything | V |
| If I should limp home wounded why | L |
| While I lay sick you would but sing | V |
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| And soothe me into quiet sleep | W |
| If they spat on the recreant knight | X |
| Threw stones at him and cursed him deep | W |
| Why then what then your hand would light | X |
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| So gently on his drawn up face | I |
| And you would kiss him and in soft | Y |
| Cool scented clothes would lap him pace | I |
| The quiet room and weep oft oft | Z |
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| Would turn and smile and brush his cheek | A2 |
| With your sweet chin and mouth and in | J |
| The order'd garden you would seek | A2 |
| The biggest roses any sin | J |
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| And these say No more now my knight | X |
| Or God's knight any longer you | U |
| Being than they so much more white | X |
| So much more pure and good and true | U |
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| Will cling to me for ever there | H |
| Is not that wrong turn'd right at last | B2 |
| Through all these years and I wash'd clean | J |
| Say yea Ellayne the time is past | B2 |
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| Since on that Christmas day last year | T |
| Up to your feet the fire crept | C2 |
| And the smoke through the brown leaves sere | T |
| Blinded your dear eyes that you wept | C2 |
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| Was it not I that caught you then | J |
| And kiss'd you on the saddle bow | J |
| Did not the blue owl mark the men | J |
| Whose spears stood like the corn a row | D2 |
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| This Oliver is a right good knight | X |
| And must needs beat me as I fear | T |
| Unless I catch him in the fight | X |
| My father's crafty way John here | E2 |
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| Bring up the men from the south gate | F2 |
| To help me if I fall or win | J |
| For even if I beat their hate | F2 |
| Will grow to more than this mere grin | J |
William Morris
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