The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACDEFG FHHIIJJKLMLMNNOOLL DDPPQRQRSS TTUUVV WBBWWXYZZ XXA2A2B2B2C2D2NN E2F2G2RH2H2I2I2 J2CJ2CA2A2 K2K2XL2XL2H2H2H2H2H2 H2X XM2M2PPN2N2O2H2P2H2P 2NZNZ H2I2H2I2H2XH2XH2H2 K2K2Q2Q2NH2H2NA2A2 R2R2S2S2 T2T2YYI2I2H2H2U2U2XX V2V2H2H2A2A2 XXW2XW2XX2X2Y2Y2H2H2 SSH2H2AZAZ Z2 A3XXBBB3B3SSC3C3ND3N D3 XXH2H2NE3H2H2F3F3Q2G 3BBG3RUINS A charm is in the word | A |
It makes us smile it makes us sigh | B |
'Tis like the note of some spring bird | A |
Recalling other Springs gone by | B |
And other wood notes which we heard | A |
With some sweet face in some green lane | C |
And never can so hear again | D |
Ruins They were not desolate | E |
To us the ruins we remember | F |
Early we came and lingered late | G |
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Through bright July or rich September | F |
With young companions wild with glee | H |
We feasted 'neath some spreading tree | H |
And looked into their laughing eyes | I |
And mocked the echo for replies | I |
Oh eyes and smiles and days of yore | J |
Can nothing your delight restore | J |
Return | K |
Return In vain we listen | L |
Those voices have been lost to earth | M |
Our hearts may throb our eyes may glisten | L |
They'll call no more in love or mirth | M |
For like a child sent out to play | N |
Our youth hath had its holiday | N |
And silence deepens where we stand | O |
Lone as in some foreign land | O |
Where our language is not spoken | L |
And none know our hearts are broken | L |
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Ruins How we loved them then | D |
How we loved the haunted glen | D |
Which grey towers overlook | P |
Mirrored in the glassy brook | P |
How we dreamed and how we guessed | Q |
Looking up with earnest glances | R |
Where the black crow built its nest | Q |
And we built our wild romances | R |
Tracing in the crumbled dwelling | S |
Bygone tales of no one's telling | S |
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This was the Chapel that the stair | T |
Here where all lies damp and bare | T |
The fragrant thurible was swung | U |
The silver lamp in beauty hung | U |
And in that mass of ivied shade | V |
The pale nuns sang the abbot prayed | V |
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This was the Kitchen Cold and blank | W |
The huge hearth yawns and wide and high | B |
The chimney shows the open sky | B |
There daylight peeps through many a crank | W |
Where birds immund find shelter dank | W |
And when the moonlight shineth through | X |
Echoes the wild tu whit tu whoo | Y |
Of mournful owls whose languid flight | Z |
Scarce stirs the silence of the night | Z |
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This is the Courtyard damp and drear | X |
The men at arms were mustered here | X |
Here would the fretted war horse bound | A2 |
Starting to hear the trumpet sound | A2 |
And Captains then of warlike fame | B2 |
Clanked and glittered as they came | B2 |
Forgotten names forgotten wars | C2 |
Forgotten gallantry and scars | D2 |
How is your little busy day | N |
Perished and crushed and swept away | N |
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Here is the Lady's Chamber whence | E2 |
With looks of lovely innocence | F2 |
Some heroine our fancy dresses | G2 |
In golden locks or raven tresses | R |
And pearl embroidered silks and stuffs | H2 |
And quaintly quilted sleeves and ruffs | H2 |
Looked forth to see retainers go | I2 |
Or trembled at the assaulting foe | I2 |
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This was the Dungeon deep and dark | J2 |
Where the starved prisoner moaned in vain | C |
Until Death left him stiff and stark | J2 |
Unconscious of the galling chain | C |
By which the thin bleached bones were bound | A2 |
When chance revealed them under ground | A2 |
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Oh Time oh ever conquering Time | K2 |
These men had once their prime | K2 |
But now succeeding generations hear | X |
Beneath the shadow of each crumbling arch | L2 |
The music low and drear | X |
The muffled music of thy onward march | L2 |
Made up of piping winds and rustling leaves | H2 |
And plashing rain drops falling from slant eaves | H2 |
And all mysterious unconnected sounds | H2 |
With which the place abounds | H2 |
Time doth efface | H2 |
Each day some lingering trace | H2 |
Of human government and human care | X |
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The things of air | X |
And earth usurp the walls to be their own | M2 |
Creatures that dwell alone | M2 |
Occupy boldly every mouldering nook | P |
Wherein we peer and look | P |
Seems with wild denizens so swarming rife | N2 |
We know the healthy stir of human life | N2 |
Must be for ever gone | O2 |
The walls where hung the warriors' shining casques | H2 |
Are green with moss and mould | P2 |
The blindworm coils where Queens have slept nor asks | H2 |
For shelter from the cold | P2 |
The swallow he is master all the day | N |
And the great owl is ruler through the night | Z |
The little bat wheels on his circling way | N |
With restless flittering flight | Z |
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And that small black bat and the creeping things | H2 |
At will they come and go | I2 |
And the soft white owl with velvet wings | H2 |
And a shriek of human woe | I2 |
The brambles let no footstep pass | H2 |
By that rent in the broken stair | X |
Where the pale tufts of the windle strae grass | H2 |
Hang like locks of dry dead hair | X |
But there the keen wind ever weeps and moans | H2 |
Working a passage through the mouldering stones | H2 |
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Oh Time oh conquering Time | K2 |
I know that wild wind's chime | K2 |
Which like a passing bell | Q2 |
Or distant knell | Q2 |
Speaks to man's heart of Death and of Decay | N |
While thy step passes o'er the necks of Kings | H2 |
And over common things | H2 |
And into Earth's green orchards making way | N |
Halts where the fruits of human hope abound | A2 |
And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ground | A2 |
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But hark a sudden shout | R2 |
Of laughter and a nimble giddy rout | R2 |
Who know not yet what saddened hours may mean | S2 |
Come dancing through the scene | S2 |
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Ruins Ruins let us roam | T2 |
Through what was a human home | T2 |
What care we | Y |
How deep its depths of darkness be | Y |
Follow Follow | I2 |
Down the hollow | I2 |
Through the bramble fencing thorns | H2 |
Where the white snail hides her horns | H2 |
Leap across the dreadful gap | U2 |
To that corner's mossy lap | U2 |
Do and dare | X |
Clamber up the crumbling stair | X |
Trip along the narrow wall | V2 |
Where the sudden rattling fall | V2 |
Of loosened stones on winter nights | H2 |
In his dreams the peasant frights | H2 |
And push them till their rolling sound | A2 |
Dull and heavy beat the ground | A2 |
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Now a song high up and clear | X |
Like a lark's enchants the ear | X |
Or some happy face looks down | W2 |
Looking oh so fresh and fair | X |
Wearing youth's most glorious crown | W2 |
One rich braid of golden hair | X |
Or two hearts that wildly beat | X2 |
And two pair of eager feet | X2 |
Linger in the turret's bend | Y2 |
As they side by side ascend | Y2 |
For the momentary bliss | H2 |
Of a lover's stolen kiss | H2 |
And emerge into the shining | S |
Of that summer day's declining | S |
Disengaging clasping hands | H2 |
As they meet their comrade bands | H2 |
With the smile that lately hovered | A |
Making lips and eyes so bright | Z |
And the blush which darkness covered | A |
Mantling still in rosy light | Z |
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Ruins Oh ye have your charm | Z2 |
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Death is cold but life is warm | A3 |
And the fervent days we knew | X |
Ere our hopes grew faint and few | X |
Claim even now a happy sigh | B |
Thinking of those hours gone by | B |
Of the wooing long since passed | B3 |
Of the love that still shall last | B3 |
Of the wooing and the winning | S |
Brightest end to bright beginning | S |
When the feet we sought to guide | C3 |
Tripped so lightly by our side | C3 |
That as swift they made their way | N |
Through the path and tangled brake | D3 |
Safely we could swear and say | N |
We loved all ruins for their sake | D3 |
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Gentle hearts one ruin more | X |
From amongst so many score | X |
One from out a host of names | H2 |
To your notice puts forth claims | H2 |
Come with me make holiday | N |
In the woods of La Garaye | E3 |
Sit within those tangled bowers | H2 |
Where fleet by the silent hours | H2 |
Only broken by a song | F3 |
From the chirping woodland throng | F3 |
Listen to the tale I tell | Q2 |
Grave the story is not sad | G3 |
And the peasant plodding by | B |
Greets the place with kindly eye | B |
For the inmates that it had | G3 |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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