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Chaucer's Tale Of Sir Thopas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WHEN said was this miracle every man	A
As sober was that wonder was to see serious	B
Till that our Host to japen he began talk lightly	C
And then at erst he looked upon me for the first time	D
And saide thus 'What man art thou ' quoth he	C
'Thou lookest as thou wouldest find an hare	E
For ever on the ground I see thee stare	E
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'Approache near and look up merrily	C
Now ware you Sirs and let this man have place	F
He in the waist is shapen as well as I	G
This were a puppet in an arm t'embrace	F
For any woman small and fair of face	F
He seemeth elvish by his countenance surly morose	H
For unto no wight doth he dalliance	I
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'Say now somewhat since other folk have said	J
Tell us a tale of mirth and that anon '	-
'Hoste ' quoth I 'be not evil apaid dissatisfied	K
For other tale certes can I none know	L
Eut of a rhyme I learned yore agone ' long	M
'Yea that is good ' quoth he 'now shall we hear	N
Some dainty thing me thinketh by thy cheer '	-
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THE TALE	O
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The First Fit part	P
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Listen lordings in good intent	Q
And I will tell you verrament truly	C
Of mirth and of solas delight solace	B
All of a knight was fair and gent gentle	R
In battle and in tournament	S
His name was Sir Thopas	B
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Y born he was in far country	C
In Flanders all beyond the sea	C
At Popering in the place	B
His father was a man full free	C
And lord he was of that country	C
As it was Godde's grace	B
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Sir Thopas was a doughty swain	T
White was his face as paindemain	T
His lippes red as rose	B
His rode is like scarlet in grain complexion	T
And I you tell in good certain	T
He had a seemly nose	B
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His hair his beard was like saffroun	T
That to his girdle reach'd adown	T
His shoes of cordewane	T
Of Bruges were his hosen brown	T
His robe was of ciclatoun	T
That coste many a jane	T
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He coulde hunt at the wild deer	U
And ride on hawking for rivere by the river	V
With gray goshawk on hand	W
Thereto he was a good archere	V
Of wrestling was there none his peer	V
Where any ram should stand	W
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Full many a maiden bright in bow'r	V
They mourned for him par amour	V
When them were better sleep	X
But he was chaste and no lechour	V
And sweet as is the bramble flow'r	V
That beareth the red heep hip	Y
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And so it fell upon a day	Z
For sooth as I you telle may	Z
Sir Thopas would out ride	K
He worth upon his steede gray mounted	A2
And in his hand a launcegay spear	V
A long sword by his side	K
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He pricked through a fair forest	B2
Wherein is many a wilde beast	C2
Yea bothe buck and hare	V
And as he pricked north and east	C2
I tell it you him had almest almost	D2
Betid a sorry care befallen	T
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There sprange herbes great and small	E2
The liquorice and the setewall valerian	T
And many a clove gilofre	V
And nutemeg to put in ale	O
Whether it be moist or stale new	T
Or for to lay in coffer	V
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The birdes sang it is no nay	Z
The sperhawk and the popinjay sparrowhawk parrot	F2
That joy it was to hear	V
The throstle cock made eke his lay	Z
The woode dove upon the spray	Z
She sang full loud and clear	V
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Sir Thopas fell in love longing	G2
All when he heard the throstle sing	G2
And prick'd as he were wood rode as if he	C
His faire steed in his pricking were mad	H2
So sweated that men might him wring	G2
His sides were all blood	A2
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Sir Thopas eke so weary was	B
For pricking on the softe grass	B
So fierce was his corage inclination spirit	F2
That down he laid him in that place	B
To make his steed some solace	B
And gave him good forage	I2
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'Ah Saint Mary ben'dicite	F2
What aileth thilke love at me this	B
To binde me so sore	V
Me dreamed all this night pardie	F2
An elf queen shall my leman be mistress	B
And sleep under my gore shirt	F2
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An elf queen will I love y wis assuredly	C
For in this world no woman is	B
Worthy to be my make mate	F2
In town	T
All other women I forsake	J2
And to an elf queen I me take	J2
By dale and eke by down '	-
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Into his saddle he clomb anon	T
And pricked over stile and stone	T
An elf queen for to spy	G
Till he so long had ridden and gone	T
That he found in a privy wonne haunt	F2
The country of Faery	V
So wild	F2
For in that country was there none	T
That to him durste ride or gon	T
Neither wife nor child	F2
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Till that there came a great giaunt	F2
His name was Sir Oliphaunt	F2
A perilous man of deed	F2
He saide 'Child by Termagaunt young man	T
But if thou prick out of mine haunt unless	B
Anon I slay thy steed	F2
With mace	B
Here is the Queen of Faery	V
With harp and pipe and symphony	T
Dwelling in this place '	-
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The Child said 'All so may I the thrive	K2
To morrow will I meete thee	T
When I have mine armor	V
And yet I hope par ma fay by my faith	L2
That thou shalt with this launcegay	J2
Abyen it full sore suffer for	V
Thy maw belly	T
Shall I pierce if I may	Z
Ere it be fully prime of day	Z
For here thou shalt be slaw ' slain	T
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Sir Thopas drew aback full fast	F2
This giant at him stones cast	F2
Out of a fell staff sling	J2
But fair escaped Child Thopas	B
And all it was through Godde's grace	B
And through his fair bearing	J2
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Yet listen lordings to my tale	O
Merrier than the nightingale	O
For now I will you rown whisper	V
How Sir Thopas with sides smale small	E2
Pricking over hill and dale	O
Is come again to town	T
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His merry men commanded he	T
To make him both game and glee	T
For needes must he fight	F2
With a giant with heades three	T
For paramour and jollity	F2
Of one that shone full bright	F2
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' Do come ' he saide 'my minstrales summon	T
And gestours for to telle tales story tellers	B
Anon in mine arming	J2
Of romances that be royales	B
Of popes and of cardinales	B
And eke of love longing '	-
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They fetch'd him first the sweete wine	T
And mead eke in a maseline drinking bowl	M2
And royal spicery of maple wood	F2
Of ginger bread that was full fine	T
And liquorice and eke cumin	T
With sugar that is trie refined	F2
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He didde next his white lere put on skin	T
Of cloth of lake fine and clear fine linen	T
A breech and eke a shirt	F2
And next his shirt an haketon cassock	J2
And over that an habergeon coat of mail	O
For piercing of his heart	F2
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And over that a fine hauberk plate armour	V
Was all y wrought of Jewes' werk magicians'	B
Full strong it was of plate	F2
And over that his coat armour knight's surcoat	F2
As white as is the lily flow'r	V
In which he would debate fight	F2
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His shield was all of gold so red	F2
And therein was a boare's head	F2
A charboucle beside carbuncle	O
And there he swore on ale and bread	F2
How that the giant should be dead	F2
Betide whatso betide	F2
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His jambeaux were of cuirbouly boots	B
His sworde's sheath of ivory	T
His helm of latoun bright brass	B
His saddle was of rewe	N2