Merciles Beaute Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCC BCBC BCCBCC C ACC ACAC ACCACC D ACC ACAC ACCACCCAPTIVITY | A |
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YOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly | B |
I may the beaute of hem not sustene | C |
So woundeth hit through out my herte kene | C |
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And but your word wol helen hastily | B |
My hertes wounde whyl that hit is grene | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I may the beaute of hem not sustene | C |
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Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully | B |
That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene | C |
For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I may the beaute of hem not sustene | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp So woundeth hit through out my herte kene | C |
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REJECTION | C |
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So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced | A |
Pitee that me ne availeth not to pleyne | C |
For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne | C |
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Giltles my deeth thus han ye me purchaced | A |
I sey yow sooth me nedeth not to feyne | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced | A |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Pitee that me ne availeth not to pleyne | C |
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Allas that nature hath in yow compassed | A |
So greet beaute that no man may atteyne | C |
To mercy though he sterve for the peyne | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced | A |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Pitee that me ne availeth not to pleyne | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne | C |
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ESCAPE | D |
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Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat | A |
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene | C |
Sin I am free I counte him not a bene | C |
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He may answere and seye this or that | A |
I do no fors I speke right as I mene | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat | A |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I never thenk to ben in his prison lene | C |
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Love hath my name y strike out of his sclat | A |
And he is strike out of my bokes clene | C |
For ever mo ther is non other mene | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat | A |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I never thenk to ben in his prison lene | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Sin I am free I counte him not a bene | C |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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