Lady Clara Vere De Vere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCCDC AEFEGHIH ACJCKLML ACNCOPCP AQCQCRSA ATUTVWXW ACYCPCZC AA2OA2B2C2D2C2 AE2CE2CF2CF2| Lady Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| Of me you shall not win renown | B |
| You thought to break a country heart | C |
| For pastime ere you went to town | B |
| At me you smiled but unbeguiled | C |
| I saw the snare and I retired | C |
| The daughter of a hundred earls | D |
| You are not one to be desired | C |
| - | |
| Lady Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| I know you proud to bear your name | E |
| Your pride is yet no mate for mine | F |
| Too proud to care from whence I came | E |
| Nor would I break for your sweet sake | G |
| A heart that dotes on truer charms | H |
| A simple maiden in her flower | I |
| Is worth a hundred coats of arms | H |
| - | |
| Lady Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| Some meeker pupil you must find | C |
| For were you queen of all that is | J |
| I could not stoop to such a mind | C |
| You sought to prove how I could love | K |
| And my disdain is my reply | L |
| The lion on your old stone gates | M |
| Is not more cold to you than I | L |
| - | |
| Lady Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| You put strange memories in my head | C |
| Not thrice your branching lines have blown | N |
| Since I beheld young Laurence dead | C |
| O your sweet eyes your low replies | O |
| A great enchantress you may be | P |
| But there was that across his throat | C |
| Which you had hardly cared to see | P |
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| Lady Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| When thus he met his mother's view | Q |
| She had the passion of her kind | C |
| She spake some certain truths of you | Q |
| Indeed I heard one bitter word | C |
| That scarce is fit for you to hear | R |
| Her manners had not that repose | S |
| Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere | A |
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| Lady Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| There stands a spectre in your hall | T |
| The guilt of blood is at your door | U |
| You changed a wholesome heart to gall | T |
| You held your course without remorse | V |
| To make him trust his modest worth | W |
| And last you fix'd a vacant stare | X |
| And slew him with your noble birth | W |
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| Trust me Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| From yon blue heavens above us bent | C |
| The gardener Adam and his wife | Y |
| Smile at the claims of long descent | C |
| Howe'er it be it seems to me | P |
| 'Tis only noble to be good | C |
| Kind hearts are more than coronets | Z |
| And simple faith than Norman blood | C |
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| I know you Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| You pine among your halls and towers | A2 |
| The languid light of your proud eyes | O |
| Is wearied of the rolling hours | A2 |
| In glowing health with boundless wealth | B2 |
| But sickening of a vague disease | C2 |
| You know so ill to deal with time | D2 |
| You needs must play such pranks as these | C2 |
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| Clara Clara Vere de Vere | A |
| If time be heavy on your hands | E2 |
| Are there no beggars at your gate | C |
| Nor any poor about your lands | E2 |
| O teach the orphan boy to read | C |
| Or teach the orphan girl to sew | F2 |
| Pray Heaven for a human heart | C |
| And let the foolish yeoman go | F2 |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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