The Lady Of La Garaye - Part I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHHHHIIJJ KKLLMMNNOOPPQQRSTTUU VVWW XXYYHHZA2B2B2QQC2C2D 2D2E2F2G2G2 NNE2E2EEE H2H2HHHHI2I2B2B2 J2J2HHJJK2K2L2L2HHM2 M2N2N2B2B2I2I2HHHHO2 O2B2B2HHQQP2P2 HHQ2Q2R2R2QQS2S2T2T2 D2D2 HHHHU2V2 N2N2HHHHW2W2X2X2HHX2 X2HHHHWW Y2Y2Z2Z2HHIIHH HHHHHHA3A3Z2Z2EON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays | A |
Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays | A |
Shines on the children's heads that troop to school | B |
Turns into beryl brown the forest pool | B |
Sends diamond sparkles over gushing springs | C |
And showers down glory on the simplest things | C |
And many a young seigneur and damsel bold | D |
See with delight those beams of reddening gold | D |
For they are bid to join the hunt to day | E |
By Claud Marot the lord of La Garaye | F |
And merry is it in his spacious halls | G |
Cheerful the host whatever sport befalls | G |
Cheerful and courteous full of manly grace | H |
His heart's frank welcome written in his face | H |
So eager that his pleasure never cloys | H |
But glad to share whatever he enjoys | H |
Rich liberal gaily dressed of noble mien | I |
Clear eyes full curving mouth and brow serene | I |
Master of speech in many a foreign tongue | J |
And famed for feats of arms although so young | J |
Dexterous in fencing skilled in horsemanship | K |
His voice and hand preferred to spur or whip | K |
Quick at a jest and smiling repartee | L |
With a sweet laugh that sounded frank and free | L |
But holding Satire an accurs d thing | M |
A poisoned javelin or a serpent's sting | M |
Pitiful to the poor of courage high | N |
A soul that could all turns of fate defy | N |
Gentle to women reverent to old age | O |
What more young Claud could men's esteem engage | O |
What more be given to bless thine earthy state | P |
Save Love which still must crown the happiest fate | P |
Love therefore came That sunbeam lit his life | Q |
And where he wooed he won a gentle wife | Q |
Born like himself of lineage brave and good | R |
And like himself of warm and eager mood | S |
Glad to share gladness pleasure to impart | T |
With dancing spirits and a tender heart | T |
Pleased too to share the manlier sports which made | U |
The joy of his young hours No more afraid | U |
Of danger than the seabird used to soar | V |
From the high rocks above the ocean's roar | V |
Which dips its slant wing in the wave's white crest | W |
And deems the foamy undulations rest | W |
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Nor think the feminine beauty of her soul | X |
Tarnished by yielding to such joy's control | X |
Nor that the form which like a flexile reed | Y |
Swayed with the movements of her bounding steed | Y |
Took from those graceful hours a rougher force | H |
Or left her nature masculine and coarse | H |
She was not bold from boldness but from love | Z |
Bold from gay frolic glad with him to rove | A2 |
In danger or in safety weal or woe | B2 |
And where he ventured still she yearned to go | B2 |
Bold with the courage of his bolder life | Q |
At home a tender and submissive wife | Q |
Abroad a woman modest ay and proud | C2 |
Not seeking homage from the casual crowd | C2 |
She remained pure that darling of his sight | D2 |
In spite of boyish feats and rash delight | D2 |
Still the eyes fell before an insolent look | E2 |
Or flashed their bright and innocent rebuke | F2 |
Still the cheek kept its delicate youthful bloom | G2 |
And the blush reddened through the snow white plume | G2 |
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He that had seen her with her courage high | N |
First in the chase where all dashed rapid by | N |
He that had watched her bright impetuous look | E2 |
When she prepared to leap the silver brook | E2 |
Fair in her Springtime as a branch of May | E |
Had felt the dull sneer feebly die away | E |
And unused kindly smiles upon his cold lips play | E |
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God made all pleasure innocent but man | H2 |
Turns them to shame since first our earth began | H2 |
To shudder 'neath the stroke of delving tools | H |
When Eve and Adam lost poor tempted fools | H |
The sweet safe shelter of their Eden bowers | H |
Its easy wealth of sun ripe fruits and flowers | H |
For some forbidden zest that was not given | I2 |
Some riotous hope to make a mimic heaven | I2 |
And sank from being wingless angels low | B2 |
Into the depths of mean and abject woe | B2 |
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Why should the sweet elastic sense of joy | J2 |
Presage a fault Why should the pleasure cloy | J2 |
Or turn to blame which Heaven itself inspires | H |
Who gave us health and strength and all desires | H |
The children play and sin not let the young | J |
Still carol songs as others too have sung | J |
Still urge the fiery courser o'er the plain | K2 |
Proud of his glossy sides and flowing mane | K2 |
Still when they meet in careless hours of mirth | L2 |
Laugh as if Sorrow were unknown to earth | L2 |
Prattling sweet nothings which like buds of flowers | H |
May turn to earnest thoughts and vigilant hours | H |
What boys can suffer and weak women dare | M2 |
Let Indian and Crimean wastes declare | M2 |
Perchance in that gay group of laughers stand | N2 |
Guides and defenders for our native land | N2 |
Folly it is to see a wit in woe | B2 |
And hold youth sinful for the spirits' flow | B2 |
As thro' the meadow lands clear rivers run | I2 |
Blue in the shadow silver in the sun | I2 |
Till rolling by some pestilential source | H |
Some factory work whose wheels with horrid force | H |
Strike the pure waters with their dripping beams | H |
Send poison gushing to the crystal streams | H |
And leave the innocent things to whom God gave | O2 |
A natural home in that translucent wave | O2 |
Gasping strange death and floating down to show | B2 |
The evil working in the depths below | B2 |
So man can poison pleasure at its source | H |
Clog the swift sparkle of its rapid course | H |
Mix muddy morbid thoughts in vicious strife | Q |
Till to the surface floats the death of life | Q |
But not the less the stream itself was pure | P2 |
And not the less may blameless joy endure | P2 |
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Careless but not impure the joyous days | H |
Passed in a rapturous whirl a giddy maze | H |
Where the young Count and lovely Countess drew | Q2 |
A new delight from every pleasure new | Q2 |
They woke to gladness as the morning broke | R2 |
Their very voices kept whene'er they spoke | R2 |
A ring of joy a harmony of life | Q |
That made you bless the husband and the wife | Q |
And every day the careless festal throng | S2 |
And every night the dance and feast and song | S2 |
Shared with young boon companions marked the time | T2 |
As with a carillon's exulting chime | T2 |
Where those two entered gloom passed out of sight | D2 |
Chased by the glow of their intense delight | D2 |
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So till the day when over Dinan's walls | H |
The Autumn sunshine of my story falls | H |
And the guests bidden gather for the chase | H |
And the smile brightens on the lovely face | H |
That greets them in succession as they come | U2 |
Into that high and hospitable home | V2 |
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Like a sweet picture doth the Lady stand | N2 |
Still blushing as she bows one tiny hand | N2 |
Hid by a pearl embroidered gauntlet holds | H |
Her whip and her long robe's exuberant folds | H |
The other hand is bare and from her eyes | H |
Shades now and then the sun or softly lies | H |
With a caressing touch upon the neck | W2 |
Of the dear glossy steed she loves to deck | W2 |
With saddle housings worked in golden thread | X2 |
And golden bands upon his noble head | X2 |
White is the little hand whose taper fingers | H |
Smooth his fine coat and still the lady lingers | H |
Leaning against his side nor lifts her head | X2 |
But gently turns as gathering footsteps tread | X2 |
Reminding you of doves with shifting throats | H |
Brooding in sunshine by their sheltering cotes | H |
Under her plum d hat her wealth of curls | H |
Falls down in golden links among her pearls | H |
And the rich purple of her velvet vest | W |
Slims the young waist and rounds the graceful breast | W |
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So till the latest joins the happy Meet | Y2 |
Then springs she gladly to her eager feet | Y2 |
And while the white hand from her courser's side | Z2 |
Slips like a snow flake stands prepared to ride | Z2 |
Then lightly vaulting to her seat she seems | H |
Queen of some fair procession seen in dreams | H |
Queen of herself and of the world sweet Queen | I |
Her crown the plume above her brow serene | I |
Her jewelled whip a sceptre and her dress | H |
The regal mantle worn by loveliness | H |
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And well she wears such mantle swift the horse | H |
But firm her seat throughout the rapid course | H |
No rash unsteadiness no shifting pose | H |
Disturbs that line of beauty as she goes | H |
She wears her robe as some fair sloop her sails | H |
Which swell and flutter to the rising gales | H |
But never from the cordage taut and trim | A3 |
Slacken or swerve away The evening dim | A3 |
Sees her return unwearied and unbent | Z2 |
The fair folds falling smooth as when she went | Z2 |
The little foot no clasping buckle k | E |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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