The Lord Of Burleigh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDCDADEDDFEFCGHGH IBICJIJIAKAKDIDIALAM AIAINDNDDODOAPACAAAA IQIQDEDEIRIRASASDTDT DADCUVUVAWEWDXDCGXQX| IN her ear he whispers gaily | A |
| 'If my heart by signs can tell | B |
| Maiden I have watch'd thee daily | A |
| And I think thou lov'st me well ' | C |
| She replies in accents fainter | D |
| 'There is none I love like thee ' | C |
| He is but a landscape painter | D |
| And a village maiden she | A |
| He to lips that fondly falter | D |
| Presses his without reproof | E |
| Leads her to the village altar | D |
| And they leave her father's roo | D |
| 'I can make no marriage present | F |
| Little can I give my wife | E |
| Love will make our cottage pleasant | F |
| And I love thee more than life ' | C |
| They by parks and lodges going | G |
| See the lordly castles stand | H |
| Summer woods about them blowing | G |
| Made a murmur in the land | H |
| From deep thought himself he rouses | I |
| Says to her that loves him well | B |
| 'Let us see these handsome houses | I |
| Where the wealthy nobles dwell ' | C |
| So she goes by him attended | J |
| Hears him lovingly converse | I |
| Sees whatever fair and splendid | J |
| Lay betwixt his home and hers | I |
| Parks with oak and chestnut shady | A |
| Parks and order'd gardens great | K |
| Ancient homes of lord and lady | A |
| Built for pleasure and for state | K |
| All he shows her makes him dearer | D |
| Evermore she seems to gaze | I |
| On that cottage growing nearer | D |
| Where they twain will spend their days | I |
| O but she will love him truly | A |
| He shall have a cheerful home | L |
| She will order all things duly | A |
| When beneath his roof they come | M |
| Thus her heart rejoices greatly | A |
| Till a gateway she discerns | I |
| With armorial bearings stately | A |
| And beneath the gate she turns | I |
| Sees a mansion more majestic | N |
| Than all those she saw before | D |
| Many a gallant gay domestic | N |
| Bows before him at the door | D |
| And they speak in gentle murmur | D |
| When they answer to his call | O |
| While he treads with footstep firmer | D |
| Leading on from hall to hall | O |
| And while now she wonders blindly | A |
| Nor the meaning can divine | P |
| Proudly turns he round and kindly | A |
| 'All of this is mine and thine ' | C |
| Here he lives in state and bounty | A |
| Lord of Burleigh fair and free | A |
| Not a lord in all the county | A |
| Is so great a lord as he | A |
| All at once the colour flushes | I |
| Her sweet face from brow to chin | Q |
| As it were with shame she blushes | I |
| And her spirit changed within | Q |
| Then her countenance all over | D |
| Pale again as death did prove | E |
| But he clasp'd her like a lover | D |
| And he cheer'd her soul with love | E |
| So she strove against her weakness | I |
| Tho' at times her spirit sank | R |
| Shaped her heart with woman's meekness | I |
| To all duties of her rank | R |
| And a gentle consort made he | A |
| And her gentle mind was such | S |
| That she grew a noble lady | A |
| And the people loved her much | S |
| But a trouble weigh'd upon her | D |
| And perplex'd her night and morn | T |
| With the burthen of an honour | D |
| Unto which she was not born | T |
| Faint she grew and ever fainter | D |
| And she murmur'd 'Oh that he | A |
| Were once more that landscape painter | D |
| Which did win my heart from me ' | C |
| So she droop'd and droop'd before him | U |
| Fading slowly from his side | V |
| Three fair children first she bore him | U |
| Then before her time she died | V |
| Weeping weeping late and early | A |
| Walking up and pacing down | W |
| Deeply mourn'd the Lord of Burleigh | E |
| Burleigh house by Stamford town | W |
| And he came to look upon her | D |
| And he look'd at her and said | X |
| 'Bring the dress and put it on her | D |
| That she wore when she was wed ' | C |
| Then her people softly treading | G |
| Bore to earth her body drest | X |
| In the dress that she was wed in | Q |
| That her spirit might have rest | X |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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