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The Child Of Elle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On yonder hill a castle standes	A
With walles and towres bedight	B
And yonder lives the Child of Elle	C
A younge and comely knighte	B
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The Child of Elle to his garden wente	B
And stood at his garden pale	D
Whan lo he beheld faire Emmelines page	E
Come trippinge downe the dale	D
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The Child of Elle he hyed him thence	A
Y wis he stoode not stille	F
And soone he mette faire Emmelines page	E
Come climbing up the hille	F
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'Nowe Christe thee save thou little foot page	E
Now Christe thee save and see	A
Oh telle me how does thy Ladye gaye	G
And what may thy tydinges bee '	-
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'My Lady shee is all woe begone	H
And the teares they falle from her eyne	H
And aye she laments the deadlye feude	B
Betweene her house and thine	H
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'And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe	I
Bedewde with many a teare	J
And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her	K
Who loved thee so deare	K
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'And here shee sends thee a ring of golde	B
The last boone thou mayst have	I
And biddes thee weare it for her sake	L
Whan she is layde in grave	I
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'For ah her gentle heart is broke	M
And in grave soone must shee bee	A
Sith her father hath chose her a new new love	I
And forbidde her to think of thee	A
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'Her father hath brought her a carlish knight	B
Sir John of the north countraye	G
And within three dayes shee must him wedde	B
Or he vowes he will her slaye '	-
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'Nowe hye thee backe thou little foot page	E
And greet thy ladye from mee	A
And telle her that I her owne true love	I
Will dye or sette her free	A
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'Nowe hye thee backe thou little foot page	E
And let thy fair ladye know	H
This night will I bee at her bowre windowe	N
Betide me weale or woe '	-
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The boye he tripped the boye he ranne	H
He neither stint ne stayd	B
Untill he came to faire Emmelines bowre	A
Whan kneeling downe he sayd	B
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'O ladye Ive been thy own true love	I
And he greets thee well by mee	A
This night will he bee at thy bowre windowe	N
And dye or sette thee free '	-
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Nowe daye was gone and night was come	O
And all were fast asleepe	P
All save the Ladye Emmeline	H
Who sate in her bowre to weepe	P
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And soon shee heard her true loves voice	A
Lowe whispering at the walle	Q
'Awake awake my deare ladye	G
'Tis I thy true love call	Q
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'Awake awake my Ladye deare	A
Come mount this faire palfraye	G
This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe	H
Ile carrye thee hence awaye '	-
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'Nowe nay nowe nay thou gentle Knight	B
Nowe nay this may not bee	A
For aye sould I tint my maiden fame	R
If alone I should wend with thee '	-
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'O Ladye thou with a knighte so true	A
Mayst safelye wend alone	H
To my ladye mother I will thee bringe	E
Where marriage shall make us one '	-
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'My father he is a baron bolde	B
Of lynage proude and hye	G
And what would he saye if his daughter	A
Awaye with a knight should fly	G
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'Ah well I wot he never would rest	B
Nor his meate should do him no goode	B
Till he had slayne thee Child of Elle	C
And seene thy deare hearts bloode '	-
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'O Ladye wert thou in thy saddle sette	B
And a little space him fro	A
I would not care for thy cruel father	A
Nor the worst that he could doe	A
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'O Ladye wert thou in thy saddle sette	B
And once without this walle	Q
I would not care for thy cruel father	A
Nor the worst that might befalle '	-
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Faire Emmeline sighed faire Emmeline wept	B
And aye her heart was woe	A
At length he seizde her lily white hand	B
And downe the ladder he drewe	A
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And thrice he claspde her to his breste	B
And kist her tenderlie	Q
The teares that fell from her fair eyes	A
Ranne like the fountayne free	A
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Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle	Q
And her on a faire palfraye	G
And slung his bugle about his necke	M
And roundlye they rode awaye	G
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All this beheard her owne damselle	Q
In her bed whereas shee ley	Q
Quoth shee 'My Lord shall knowe of this	A
Soe I shall have golde and fee	A
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'Awake awake thou Baron bolde	B
Awake my noble dame	R
Your daughter is fledde with the Child of Elle	Q
To doe the deede of shame '	-
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The baron he woke the baron he rose	A
And called his merrye men all	Q
'And come thou forth Sir John the knighte	B
The ladye is carried to thrall '	-
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Faire Emmeline scant had ridden a mile	Q
A mile forth of the towne	H
When she was aware of her fathers men	H
Come galloping over the downe	H
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And foremost came the carlish knight	B
Sir John of the north countraye	G
'Nowe stop nowe stop thou false traitoure	A
Nor carry that ladye awaye	G
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'For she is come of hye lynage	E
And was of a ladye borne	H
And ill it beseems thee a false churles sonne	H
To carrye her hence to scorne '	-
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'Nowe loud thou lyest Sir John the knighte	B
Nowe thou doest lye of mee	A
A knight mee gott and a ladye me bore	A
Soe never did none by thee	A
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'But light nowe downe my Ladye faire	A
Light downe and hold my steed	B
While I and this discourteous knighte	B
Doe trye this arduous deede	B
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'But light now downe my deare Ladye	G
Light downe and hold my horse	A
While I and this discourteous knight	B
Doe trye our valours force '	-
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Faire Emmeline sighde faire Emmeline wept	B
And aye her heart was woe	A
While twixt her love and the carlish knight	B
Past many a baleful blowe	A
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The Child of Elle hee fought soe well	Q
As his weapon he wavde amaine	H
That soone he had slaine the carlish knight	B
And layde him upon the plaine	H
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And nowe the baron and all his men	H
Full fast approached nye	G
Ah what may Ladye Emmeline doe	A
Twere now no boote to flye	G
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Her lover he put his horne to his mouth	S
And blew both loud and shrill	Q
And soone he saw his owne merry men	H
Come ryding over the hill	Q
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'Nowe hold thy hand thou bold Baron	H
I pray thee hold thy hand	B
Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts	A
Fast knit in true loves band	B
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'Thy daughter I have dearly lovde	B
Full long and many a day	B
But with such love as holy kirke	M
Hath freelye sayd wee may	B
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'O give consent shee may be mine	H
And blesse a faithfull paire	A
My lands and livings are not small	Q
My house and lynage faire	A
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'My mother she was an earles daughter	A
And a noble knyght my sire '	-
The baron he frownde and turnde away	B
With mickle dole and ire	A
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Faire Emmeline sighde faire Emmeline wept	B
And did all tremblinge stand	B
At lengthe she sprange upon her knee	H
And held his lifted hand	B
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'Pardon my Lorde and father deare	A
This faire yong knyght and mee	H
Trust me but for the carlish knyght	B
I never had fled from thee	H
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'Oft have you callde your Emmeline	H
Your darling and your joye	G
O let not then your harsh resolves	A
Your Emmeline destroye '	-
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The baron he stroakt his dark brown cheeke	M
And turnde his heade asyde	B
To whipe awaye the starting teare	A
He proudly strave to hyde	B
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In deepe revolving thought he stoode	B
And musde a little space	A
Then raisde faire Emmeline from the grounde	B
With many a fond embrace	A
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'Here take her Child of Elle ' he sayd	B
And gave her lillye hand	B
'Here take my deare and only child	B
And with her half my lande	B
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'Thy father once mine honour wrongde	B
In dayes of youthful pride	B
Do thou the injurye repayre	A
In fondnesse for thy bride	B
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'And as thou love her and hold her deare	A
Heaven prosper thee and thine	H
And nowe my blessing wend wi' thee	H
My lovelye Emmeline '	-