Colin Clouts Come Home Againe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDCDEFEFGHGHDIDI JKJKAAAAHGHEHEHEDHDH LHHHHGHGIIIIGAGHHGHG HHHHBMBMHHHHHAHAHGHG AIAIEDEDGEGEIGIGNAAA EHEHGEGEHOHOHHHHAHAH HGHGAAAAHHHHGHLHHHHH GAAAHAHAHEHEHHHHIGIG IGIGGHGHPIPIIAIAEHEH JColin Clouts Come Home Againe | A |
THe shepheards boy best knowen by that name | B |
That after Tityrus first sung his lay | C |
Laies of sweet loue without rebuke or blame | B |
Sate as his custome was vpon a day | C |
Charming his oaten pipe vnto his peres | D |
The shepheard swaines that did about him play | C |
Who all the while with greedie listfull eares | D |
Did stand astonisht at his curious skill | E |
Like hartlesse deare dismayed with thunders sound | F |
At last when as he piped had his fill | E |
He rested him and sitting then around | F |
One of those groomes a iolly groome was he | G |
As euer piped on an oaten reed | H |
And lou'd this shepheard dearest in degree | G |
Hight Hobbinol gan thus to him areed | H |
Colin my liefe my life how great a losse | D |
Had all the shepheards nation by thy lacke | I |
And I poore swaine of many greatest crosse | D |
That sith thy Muse first since thy turning backe | I |
Was heard to sound as she was wont on hye | J |
Hast made vs all so blessed and so blythe | K |
Whilest thou wast hence all dead in dole did lye | J |
The woods were heard to waile full many a sythe | K |
And all their birds with silence to complaine | A |
The fields with faded flowers did seem to mourne | A |
And all their flocks from feeding to refraine | A |
The running waters wept for thy returne | A |
And all their fish with langour did lament | H |
But now both woods and fields and floods reuiue | G |
Sith thou art come their cause of meriment | H |
That vs late dead hast made againe aliue | E |
But were it not too painfull to repeat | H |
The passed fortunes which to thee befell | E |
In thy late voyage we thee would entreat | H |
Now at thy leisure them to vs to tell | E |
To whom the shepheard gently answered thus | D |
Hobbin thou temptest me to that I couet | H |
For of good passed newly to discus | D |
By dubble vsurie doth twise renew it | H |
And since I saw that Angels blessed eie | L |
Her worlds bright sun her heauens fairest light | H |
My mind full of my thoughts satietie | H |
Doth feed on sweet contentment of that sight | H |
Since that same day in nought I take delight | H |
Ne feeling haue in any earthly pleasure | G |
But in remembrance of that glorious bright | H |
My lifes sole blisse my hearts eternall threasure | G |
Wake then my pipe my sleepie Muse awake | I |
Till I haue told her praises lasting long | I |
Hobbin desires thou maist it not forsake | I |
Harke then ye iolly shepheards to my song | I |
With that they all gan throng about him neare | G |
With hungrie eares to heare his harmonie | A |
The whiles their flocks deuoyd of dangers feare | G |
Did round about them feed at libertie | H |
One day quoth he I sat as was my trade | H |
Vnder the foot of Mole that mountaine hore | G |
Keeping my sheepe amongst the cooly shade | H |
Of the greene alders by the Mullaes shore | G |
There a straunge shepherd chaunst to find me out | H |
Whether allured with my pipes delight | H |
Whose pleasing sound yshrilled far about | H |
Or thither led by chaunce I know not right | H |
VVhom when I asked from what place he came | B |
And how he hight himselfe he did ycleepe | M |
The shepheard of the Ocean by name | B |
And said he came far from the main sea deepe | M |
He sitting me beside in that same shade | H |
Prouoked me to plaie some pleasant fit | H |
And when he heard the musicke which I made | H |
He found himselfe full greatly pleased at it | H |
Yet muling my pipe he tooke in hond | H |
My pipe before that muled of many | A |
And plaid thereon for well that skill he cond | H |
Himselfe as skilfull in that art as any | A |
He pip'd I sung and when he sung I piped | H |
By chaunge of turnes each making other mery | G |
Neither enuying other nor enuied | H |
So piped we vntill we both were weary | G |
There interrupting him a bonie swaine | A |
That Cuddy hight him thus atweene bespake | I |
And should it not thy ready course restraine | A |
I would request thee Colin for my sake | I |
To tell what thou didst sing when he did plaie | E |
For well I weene it worth recounting was | D |
VVhether it were some hymne or morall laie | E |
Or carol made to praise thy loued lasse | D |
Nor of my loue nor of my losse quoth he | G |
I then did sing as then occasion fell | E |
For loue had me forlorne forlorne of me | G |
That made me in that desart chose to dwell | E |
But of my riuer Bregogs loue I soong | I |
VVhich to the shiny Mulla he did beare | G |
And yet doth beare and euer will so long | I |
As water doth within his bancks appeare | G |
Of fellowship said then that bony Boy | N |
Record to vs that louely lay againe | A |
The staie whereof shall nought these eares annoy | A |
VVho all that Colin makes do couet faine | A |
Heare then quoth he the tenor of my tale | E |
In sort as I it to that shepheard told | H |
No leasing new nor Grandams fable stale | E |
But auncient truth confirm'd with credence old | H |
Old father Mole Mole hight that mountain gray | G |
That walls the Northside of Armulla dale | E |
He had a daughter fresh as floure of May | G |
VVhich gaue that name vnto that pleasant vale | E |
Mulla the daughter of oldMole so hight | H |
The Nimph which of that water course has charge | O |
That springing out of Mole doth run downe right | H |
to Butteuant where spreding forth at large | O |
It giueth name vnto that auncient Cittie | H |
VVhich Kilnemullah cleped is of old | H |
VVhose ragged ruines breed great ruth and pittie | H |
To travailers which it from far behold | H |
Full faine she lou'd and was belou'd full faine | A |
Of her owne brother riuer Bregog hight | H |
So hight because of this deceitfull traine | A |
VVhich he with Mulla wrought to win delight | H |
But her old sire more carefull of her good | H |
And meaning her much better to preferre | G |
Did thinke to match her with the neighbour flood | H |
VVhich Allo hight Broad water called farre | G |
And wrought so well with his continuall paine | A |
That he that riuer for his daughter wonne | A |
The dowre agreed the day assigned plaine | A |
The place appointed where it should be doone | A |
Nath lesse the Nymph her former liking held | H |
For loue will not be drawne but must be ledde | H |
And Bregog did so well her fancie weld | H |
That her good will he got her first to wedde | H |
But for her father sitting still on hie | G |
Did warily still watch which way she went | H |
And eke from far obseru'd with iealous eie | L |
VVhich way his course the wanton Bregog bent | H |
Him to deceiue for all his watchfull ward | H |
The wily louer did deuise this slight | H |
First into many parts his streame he shar'd | H |
That whilest the one was watcht the other might | H |
Passe vnespide to meete her by the way | G |
And then besides those little streames so broken | A |
He vnder ground so closely did conuay | A |
That of their passage doth appeare no token | A |
Till they into the Mullaes water slide | H |
So secretly did he his loue enioy | A |
Yet not so secret but it was descried | H |
And told her father by a shepheards boy | A |
Who wondrous wroth for that so foule despight | H |
In great auenge did roll downe from his hill | E |
Huge mightie stones the which encomber might | H |
His passage and his water courses spill | E |
So of a Riuer which he was of old | H |
He none was made but scattred all to nought | H |
And lost emong those rocks into him rold | H |
Did lose his name so deare his loue he bought | H |
Which hauing said him Thestylis bespake | I |
Now by my life this was a mery lay | G |
Worthie of Colin selfe that did it make | I |
But read now eke of friendship I thee pray | G |
What dittie did that other shepheard sing | I |
For I do couet most the same to heare | G |
As men vse most to couet forreine thing | I |
That shall I eke quoth he to you declare | G |
His song was all a lamentable lay | G |
Of great vnkindnesse and of vsage hard | H |
Of Cynthia the Ladie of the sea | G |
Which from her presence faultlesse him debard | H |
And euer and anon with singults rife | P |
He cryed out to make his vndersong | I |
Ah my loues queene and goddesse of my life | P |
Who shall me pittie when thou doest me wrong | I |
Then gan a gentle bonylasse to speake | I |
That Marin hight Right well he sure did plaine | A |
That could great Cynthiaes sore displeasure breake | I |
And moue to take him to her grace againe | A |
But tell on further Colin as befell | E |
Twixt him and thee that thee did hence dissuade | H |
When thus our pipes we both had wearied well | E |
Quoth he and each an end of singing made | H |
He gan to cast great lyking to my | J |
Edmund Spenser
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