The Little Tower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CC DD AB EE FF GG HH II JJ KK BA II LL KM FF CC NN OP FF AA QQ RR SS TT UU VW NN NN| Up and away through the drifting rain | A |
| Let us ride to the Little Tower again | B |
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| Up and away from the council board | C |
| Do on the hauberk gird on the sword | C |
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| The king is blind with gnashing his teeth | D |
| Change gilded scabbard to leather sheath | D |
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| Though our arms are wet with the slanting rain | A |
| This is joy to ride to my love again | B |
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| I laugh in his face when he bids me yield | E |
| Who knows one field from the other field | E |
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| For the grey rain driveth all astray | F |
| Which way through the floods good carle I pray | F |
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| The left side yet the left side yet | G |
| Till your hand strikes on the bridge parapet | G |
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| Yea so the causeway holdeth good | H |
| Under the water Hard as wood | H |
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| Right away to the uplands speed good knight | I |
| Seven hours yet before the light | I |
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| Shake the wet off on the upland road | J |
| My tabard has grown a heavy load | J |
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| What matter up and down hill after hill | K |
| Dead grey night for five hours still | K |
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| The hill road droppeth lower again | B |
| Lower down to the poplar plain | A |
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| No furlong farther for us to night | I |
| The Little Tower draweth in sight | I |
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| They are ringing the bells and the torches glare | L |
| Therefore the roofs of wet slate stare | L |
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| There she stands and her yellow hair slantingly | K |
| Drifts the same way that the rain goes by | M |
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| Who will be faithful to us to day | F |
| With little but hard glaive strokes for pay | F |
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| The grim king fumes at the council board | C |
| Three more days and then the sword | C |
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| Three more days and my sword through his head | N |
| And above his white brows pale and dead | N |
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| A paper crown on the top of the spire | O |
| And for her the stake and the witches' fire | P |
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| Therefore though it be long ere day | F |
| Take axe and pick and spade I pray | F |
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| Break the dams down all over the plain | A |
| God send us three more days such rain | A |
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| Block all the upland roads with trees | Q |
| The Little Tower with no great ease | Q |
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| Is won I warrant bid them bring | R |
| Much sheep and oxen everything | R |
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| The spits are wont to turn with wine | S |
| And wheaten bread that we may dine | S |
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| In plenty each day of the siege | T |
| Good friends ye know me no hard liege | T |
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| My lady is right fair see ye | U |
| Pray God to keep you frank and free | U |
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| Love Isabeau keep goodly cheer | V |
| The Little Tower will stand well here | W |
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| Many a year when we are dead | N |
| And over it our green and red | N |
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| Barred with the Lady's golden head | N |
| From mere old age when we are dead | N |
William Morris
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