Lady Clare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EBEB F B FBG FH IJH KLK FMF JNO F A F P Q JR QAJ SBSB TDUD VEW WXJ YZY A2B2FB2 CC2CD2 CBC| IT was the time when lilies blow | A |
| And clouds are highest up in air | B |
| Lord Ronald brought a lily white doe | A |
| To give his cousin Lady Clare | B |
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| I trow they did not part in scorn | C |
| Lovers long betroth'd were they | D |
| They too will wed the morrow morn | C |
| God's blessing on the day | D |
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| 'He does not love me for my birth | E |
| Nor for my lands so broad and fair | B |
| He loves me for my own true worth | E |
| And that is well ' said Lady Clare | B |
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| In there came old Alice the nurse | F |
| Said 'Who was this that went from thee ' | - |
| 'It was my cousin ' said Lady Clare | B |
| 'To morrow he weds vith me ' | - |
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| 'O God be thank'd ' said Alice the nurse | F |
| ' That all comes round so just and fair | B |
| Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands | G |
| And you are not the Lady Clare ' | - |
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| 'Are ye out of your mind my nurse my nurse ' | - |
| Said Lady Clare 'that ye speak so wild ' | - |
| 'As God's above ' said Alice the nurse | F |
| ' I speak the truth you are my child | H |
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| 'The old Earl's daughter died at my breast | I |
| I speak the truth as I live by bread | J |
| I buried her like my own sweet child | H |
| And put my child in her stead ' | - |
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| 'Falsely falsely have ye done | K |
| O mother ' she said ' if this be true | L |
| To keep the best man under the sun | K |
| So many years from his due ' | - |
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| 'Nay now my child ' said Alice the nurse | F |
| 'But keep the secret for your life | M |
| And all you have will be Lord Ronald's | F |
| When you are man and wife ' | - |
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| ' If I'm a beggar born ' she said | J |
| 'I will speak out for I dare not lie | N |
| Pull off pull off the brooch of gold | O |
| And fling the diamond necklace by ' | - |
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| 'Nay now my child ' said Alice the nurse | F |
| 'But keep the secret all ye can ' | - |
| She said ' Not so but I will know | A |
| If there be any faith in man ' | - |
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| 'Nay now what faith ' said Alice the nurse | F |
| 'The man will cleave unto his right ' | - |
| 'And he shall have it ' the lady replied | P |
| 'Tho' I should die to night ' | - |
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| 'Yet give one kiss to your mother dear | Q |
| Alas my child I sinn'd for thee ' | - |
| 'O mother mother mother ' she said | J |
| 'So strange it seems to me | R |
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| 'Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear | Q |
| My mother dear if this be so | A |
| And lay your hand upon my head | J |
| And bless me mother ere I go ' | - |
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| She clad herself in a russet gown | S |
| She was no longer Lady Clare | B |
| She went by dale and she went by down | S |
| With a single rose in her hair | B |
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| The lily white doe Lord Ronald had brought | T |
| Leapt up from where she lay | D |
| Dropt her head in the maiden's hand | U |
| And follow'd her all the way | D |
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| Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower | V |
| 'O Lady Clare you shame your worth | E |
| Why come you drest like a village maid | W |
| That are the flower of the earth ' | - |
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| 'If I come drest like a village maid | W |
| I am but as my fortunes are | X |
| I am a beggar born ' she said | J |
| 'And not the Lady Clare ' | - |
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| 'Play me no tricks ' said Lord Ronald | Y |
| 'For I am yours in word and in deed | Z |
| Play me no tricks ' said Lord Ronald | Y |
| 'Your riddle is hard to read ' | - |
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| O and proudly stood she up | A2 |
| Her heart within her did not fail | B2 |
| She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes | F |
| And told him all her nurse's tale | B2 |
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| He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn | C |
| He turn'd and kiss'd her where she stood | C2 |
| 'If you are not the heiress born | C |
| And I ' said he 'the next in blood | D2 |
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| 'If you are not the heiress born | C |
| And I ' said he ' the lawful heir | B |
| We two will wed to morrow morn | C |
| And you shall still be Lady Clare ' | - |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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