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Langue D'oc Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Alba	A
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When the nightingale to his mate	B
Sings day long and night late	B
My love and I keep state	B
In bower	C
In flower	C
''Till the watchman on the tower	C
Cry	D
'Up Thou rascal Rise	E
I see the white	F
Light	F
And the night	F
Flies	E
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I	D
Compleynt of a gentleman who has been waiting outside for some time	G
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O plasmatour and true celestial light	F
Lord powerful engirdled all with might	F
Give my good fellow aid in fools' despite	F
Who stirs not forth this night	F
And day comes on	H
'Sst my good fellow art awake or sleeping	I
Sleep thou no more I see the star upleaping	I
That hath the dawn in keeping	I
And day comes on	H
'Hi Harry hear me for I sing aright	F
Sleep not thou now I hear the bird in flight	F
That plaineth of the going of the night	F
And day comes on	H
Come now Old swenkin Rise up from thy bed	F
I see the signs upon the welkin spread	F
If thou come not the cost be on thy head	F
And day comes on	H
And here I am since going down of sun	J
And pray to God that is St Mary's son	J
To bring thee safe back my companion	J
And day comes on	H
'And thou out here beneath the porch of stone	K
Badest me to see that a good watch was done	J
And now thou'lt none of me and wilt have none	J
Of song of mine	L
Bass voice from inside	F
'Wait my good fellow For such joy I take	I
With her venust and noblest to my make	I
To hold embraced and will not her forsake	I
For yammer of the cuckold	F
Though day break '	-
Girart Bornello	M
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II	D
Avril	M
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When the springtime is sweet	F
And the birds repeat	F
Their new song in the leaves	N
Tis meet	F
A man go where he will	M
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But from where my heart is set	F
No message I get	F
My heart all wakes and grieves	N
Defeat	F
Or luck I must have my fill	M
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Our love comes out	F
Like the branch that turns about	F
On the top of the hawthorne	O
With frost and hail at night	F
Suffers despite	F
'Till the sun come and the green leaf on the bough	P
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I remember the young day	F
When we set strife away	F
And she gave me such gesning	I
Her love and her ring	I
God grant I die not by any man's stroke	I
'Till I have my hand 'neath her cloak	I
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I care not for their clamour	D
Who have come between me and my charmer	D
For I know how words run loose	Q
Big talk and little use	Q
Spoilers of pleasure	D
We take their measure	D
Guilhem de Peitieu	F
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III	D
Descant on a Theme by Cerclamon	O
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When the sweet air goes bitter	D
And the cold birds twitter	D
Where the leaf falls from the twig	I
I sough and sing	I
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that Love goes out	F
Leaving me no power to hold him	R
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Of love I have naught	F
Save trouble and sad thought	F
And nothing is grievous	S
as I desirous	S
Wanting only what	F
No man can get or has got	F
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With the noblest that stands in men's sight	F
If all the world be in despite	F
I care not a glove	T
Where my love is there is a glitter of sun	O
God give me life and let my course run	O
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'Till I have her I love	T
To lie with and prove	U
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I do not live nor cure me	V
Nor feel my ache great as it is	W
For love will give	X
me no respite	F
Nor do I know when I turn left or right	F
nor when I go out	F
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For in her is all my delight	F
And all that can save me	V
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I shake and burn and quiver	D
From love awake and in swevyn	O
Such fear I have she deliver	D
me not from pain	O
Who know not how to ask her	D
Who can not	F
Two years three years I seek	I
And though I fear to speak out	F
Still she must know it	F
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If she won't have me now Death is my portion	O
Would I had died that day	F
I came into her sway	F
God How softly this kills	Y
When her love look steals on me	V
Killed me she has I know not how it was	Z
For I would not look on a woman	O
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Joy I have none if she make me not mad	F
Or set me quiet or bid me chatter	D
Good is it to me if she flout	F
Or turn me inside out and about	F
My ill doth she turn sweet	F
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How swift it is	W
For I am traist and loose	Q
I am true or a liar	D
All vile or all gentle	M
Or shaking between	O
as she desire	D
I Cerclamon sorry and glad	F
The man whom love had	F
and has ever	D
Alas who'er it please or pain	O
She can me retain	O
I am gone from one joy	A2
From one I loved never so much	B2
She by one touch	B2
Reft me away	F
So doth bewilder me	V
I can not say my say	F
nor my desire	D
And when she looks on me	V
It seems to me	V
I lose all wit and sense	C2
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The noblest girls men love	T
'Gainst her I prize not as a glove	T
Worn and old	F
Though the whole world run rack	I
And go dark with cloud	F
Light is	W
Where she stands	D2
And a clamour loud	F
in my ears	E2
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IV	T
Vergier	D
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In orchard under the hawthorne	O
She has her lover till morn	O
Till the traist man cry out to warn	O
Them God how swift the night	F
And day comes on	O
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O Plasmatour that thou end not the night	F
Nor take my beloved from my sight	F
Nor I nor tower man look on daylight	F
'Fore God How swift the night	F
And day comes on	O
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'Lovely thou art to hold me close and kisst	F
Now cry the birds out in the meadow mist	F
Despite the cuckold do thou as thou list	F
So swiftly goes the night	F
And day comes on	O
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My pretty boy make we our play again	O
Here in the orchard where the birds complain	O
'Till the traist watcher his song unrein	O
Ah God How swift the night	F
And day comes on '	-
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Out of the wind that blows from her	D
That dancing and gentle is and thereby pleasanter	D
Have I drunk a draught sweeter than scent of myrrh	D
Ah God How swift the night	F
And day comes on '	-
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Venust the lady and none lovelier	D
For her great beauty many men look on her	D
Out ofmy love will her heart not stir	D
By God how swift the night	F
And day comes on	O