The Glove - A Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEECCFGHI JKJKLLKKMM JNJOPQRR SSTT UVUVV EWEW XXSKSKKKYY| Before his lion court | A |
| Impatient for the sport | A |
| King Francis sat one day | B |
| The peers of his realm sat around | C |
| And in balcony high from the ground | C |
| Sat the ladies in beauteous array | B |
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| And when with his finger he beckoned | D |
| The gate opened wide in a second | D |
| And in with deliberate tread | E |
| Enters a lion dread | E |
| And looks around | C |
| Yet utters no sound | C |
| Then long he yawns | F |
| And shakes his mane | G |
| And stretching each limb | H |
| Down lies he again | I |
| - | |
| Again signs the king | J |
| The next gate open flies | K |
| And lo with a wild spring | J |
| A tiger out hies | K |
| When the lion he sees loudly roars he about | L |
| And a terrible circle his tail traces out | L |
| Protruding his tongue past the lion he walks | K |
| And snarling with rage round him warily stalks | K |
| Then growling anew | M |
| On one side lies down too | M |
| - | |
| Again signs the king | J |
| And two gates open fly | N |
| And lo with one spring | J |
| Two leopards out hie | O |
| On the tiger they rush for the fight nothing loth | P |
| But he with his paws seizes hold of them both | Q |
| And the lion with roaring gets up then all's still | R |
| The fierce beasts stalk around madly thirsting to kill | R |
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| From the balcony raised high above | S |
| A fair hand lets fall down a glove | S |
| Into the lists where 'tis seen | T |
| The lion and tiger between | T |
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| To the knight Sir Delorges in tone of jest | U |
| Then speaks young Cunigund fair | V |
| Sir Knight if the love that thou feel'st in thy breast | U |
| Is as warm as thou'rt wont at each moment to swear | V |
| Pick up I pray thee the glove that lies there | V |
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| And the knight in a moment with dauntless tread | E |
| Jumps into the lists nor seeks to linger | W |
| And from out the midst of those monsters dread | E |
| Picks up the glove with a daring finger | W |
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| And the knights and ladies of high degree | X |
| With wonder and horror the action see | X |
| While he quietly brings in his hand the glove | S |
| The praise of his courage each mouth employs | K |
| Meanwhile with a tender look of love | S |
| The promise to him of coming joys | K |
| Fair Cunigund welcomes him back to his place | K |
| But he threw the glove point blank in her face | K |
| Lady no thanks from thee I'll receive | Y |
| And that selfsame hour he took his leave | Y |
Friedrich Schiller
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