The Shepheardes Calender: March Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFFD AGGHFFH BFFFEEFFFCIIC AFFJ BKKJ AFFDEED BHHAEEA AEELDDLDDGCCGFFA HFFA AEHMFFMFFMNNMMMFMMFA AEMMEAAFFFFFFFEHFGGF EEF HFFAEEAFFFFFFCCF EGO EEEMarch gloga Tertia Willye Thomalin | A |
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Willye | B |
THomalin why sytten we soe | C |
As weren ouerwent with woe | D |
Vpon so fayre a morow | E |
The ioyous time now nighest fast | F |
That shall alegge this bitter blast | F |
And slake the winters sorowe | D |
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Thomalin | A |
Sicker Willye thou warnest well | G |
For Winters wrath beginnes to quell | G |
And pleasant spring appeareth | H |
The grasse now ginnes to be refresht | F |
The Swallow peepes out of her nest | F |
And clowdie Welkin cleareth | H |
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Willye | B |
Seest not thilke same Hawthorne studde | F |
How bragly it beginnes to budde | F |
And vtter his tender head | F |
Flora now calleth forth eche flower | E |
And bids make ready Maias bowre | E |
That newe is vpryst from bedde | F |
Tho shall we sporten in delight | F |
And learne with Lettice to wexe light | F |
That scornefully lookes askaunce | C |
Tho will we little Loue awake | I |
That nowe sleepeth in Lethe lake | I |
And pray him leaden our daunce | C |
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Thomalin | A |
Willye I wene thou bee assott | F |
For lustie Loue still sleepeth not | F |
But is abroad at his game | J |
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Willye | B |
How kenst thou that he is awoke | K |
Or hast thy selfe his slomber broke | K |
Or made preuie to the same | J |
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Thomalin | A |
No but happely I hym spyde | F |
Where in a bush he did him hide | F |
With winges of purple and blewe | D |
And were not that my sheepe would stray | E |
The preuie marks I would bewray | E |
Whereby by chaunce I him knewe | D |
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Willye | B |
Thomalin haue no care for thy | H |
My selfe will haue a double eye | H |
Ylike to my flocke and thine | A |
For als at home I haue a syre | E |
A stepdame eke as whott as fyre | E |
That dewly adayes counts mine | A |
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Thomalin | A |
Nay but thy seeing will not serue | E |
My sheepe for that may chaunce to swerue | E |
And fall into some mischiefe | L |
For sithens is but the third morowe | D |
That I chaunst to fall a sleepe with sorowe | D |
And waked againe with griefe | L |
The while thilke same vnhappye Ewe | D |
Whose clouted legge her hurt doth shewe | D |
Fell headlong into a dell | G |
And there vnioynted both her bones | C |
Mought her necke bene ioynted attones | C |
She shoulde haue neede no more spell | G |
Thelf was so wanton and so wood | F |
But now I trowe can better good | F |
She mought ne gang on the greene | A |
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Willye | H |
Let be as may be that is past | F |
That is to come let be forecast | F |
Now tell vs what thou hast seene | A |
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Thomalin | A |
It was vpon a holiday | E |
When shepheardes groomes han leaue to playe | H |
I cast to goe a shooting | M |
Long wandring vp and downe the land | F |
With bowe and bolts in either hand | F |
For birds in bushes tooting | M |
At length within an Yuie todde | F |
There shrouded was the little God | F |
I heard a busie bustling | M |
I bent my bow against the bush | N |
Listening if any thing did rushe | N |
But then heard no more rustling | M |
Tho peeping close into the thicke | M |
Might see the mouing of some quicke | M |
Whose shape appeared not | F |
But were it faerie feend or snake | M |
My courage earnd it to awake | M |
And manfully thereat shotte | F |
With that sprong forth a naked swayne | A |
With spotted winges like Peacocks trayne | A |
And laughing lope to a tree | E |
His gylden quiuer at his backe | M |
And silver bowe which was but slacke | M |
Which lightly he bent at me | E |
That seeing I leuelde againe | A |
And shott at him with might and maine | A |
As thicke as it had hayled | F |
So long I shott that al was spent | F |
Tho pumie stones I hastly hent | F |
And threwe but nought availed | F |
He was so wimble and so wight | F |
From bough to bough he lepped light | F |
And oft the pumies latched | F |
Therewith affrayd I ranne away | E |
But he that earst seemd but to playe | H |
A shaft in earnest snatched | F |
And hit me running in the heele | G |
For then I little smart did feele | G |
But soone it sore encreased | F |
And now it ranckleth more and more | E |
And inwardly it festreth sore | E |
Ne wote I how to cease it | F |
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Willye | H |
Thomalin I pittie thy plight | F |
Perdie with loue thou diddest fight | F |
I know him by a token | A |
For once I heard my father say | E |
How he him caught vpon a day | E |
Whereof he wilbe wroken | A |
Entangled in a fowling net | F |
Which he for carrion Crowes had set | F |
That in our Peeretree haunted | F |
Tho sayd he was a winged lad | F |
But bowe and shafts as then none had | F |
Els had he sore be daunted | F |
But see the Welkin thicks apace | C |
And stouping Phebus steepes his face | C |
Yts time to hast vs homeward | F |
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Willyes Embleme | E |
To be wise and eke to loue | G |
Is graunted scarce to God aboue | O |
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Thomalins Embleme | E |
Of Hony and of Gaule in loue there is store | E |
The Honye is much but the Gaule is more | E |
Edmund Spenser
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