Maude Clare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFG HIFI JKLK MDMD NOPO QRQR STDT IFUF VWXW YLZL DLA2LOut of the church she followed them | A |
With a lofty step and mien | B |
His bride was like a village maid | C |
Maude Clare was like a queen | B |
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Son Thomas his lady mother said | D |
With smiles almost with tears | E |
May Nell and you but live as true | F |
As we have done for years | G |
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Your father thirty years ago | H |
Had just your tale to tell | I |
But he was not so pale as you | F |
Nor I so pale as Nell | I |
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My lord was pale with inward strife | J |
And Nell was pale with pride | K |
My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare | L |
Or ever he kissed the bride | K |
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Lo I have brought my gift my lord | M |
Have brought my gift she said | D |
To bless the hearth to bless the board | M |
To bless the marriage bed | D |
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Here's my half of the golden chain | N |
You wore about your neck | O |
That day we waded ankle deep | P |
For lilies in the beck | O |
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Here's my half of the faded leaves | Q |
We plucked from budding bough | R |
With feet amongst the lily leaves | Q |
The lilies are budding now | R |
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He strove to match her scorn with scorn | S |
He faltered in his place | T |
Lady he said Maude Clare he said | D |
Maude Clare and hid his face | T |
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She turned to Nell My Lady Nell | I |
I have a gift for you | F |
Though were it fruit the bloom were gone | U |
Or were it flowers the dew | F |
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Take my share of a fickle heart | V |
Mine of a paltry love | W |
Take it or leave it as you will | X |
I wash my hands thereof | W |
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And what you leave said Nell I'll take | Y |
And what you spurn I'll wear | L |
For he's my lord for better and worse | Z |
And him I love Maude Clare | L |
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Yea though you're taller by the head | D |
More wise and much more fair | L |
I'll love him till he loves me best | A2 |
Me best of all Maude Clare | L |
Christina Rossetti
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