Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part I. - Xxxii - Coldly We Spake Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDDBEFGFGE

Coldly we spake The Saxons overpoweredA
By wrong triumphant through its own excessB
From fields laid waste from house and home devouredA
By flames look up to heaven and crave redressB
From God's eternal justice PitilessC
Though men be there are angels that can feelD
For wounds that death alone has power to healD
For penitent guilt and innocent distressB
And has a Champion risen in arms to tryE
His Country's virtue fought and breathes no moreF
Him in their hearts the people canonizeG
And far above the mine's most precious oreF
The least small pittance of bare mould they prizeG
Scooped from the sacred earth where his dear relics lieE

William Wordsworth



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