The House Of Fame Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBAACCDDDDAAEFGGAAAA AADDAAAAAABBDDBBDDAA BBBBCCAABBFEAADDBBDD FEHHF D FDDDDBBHHAABBBBFFHHA ABBAABBDDIIBBDDJJDDB BCBBB C BBDDGKBBAAAAAAAAHHEB HHABBBBDDDAADDDHD DDDDLLIIAADDAABBAAAA B BBHHJJAAHHBBAABBAAHH BBADAAADJJBBAAMMDDAA AAHHIB| BOOK I Incipit liber primus | A |
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| God turne us every dreem to gode | B |
| For hit is wonder be the rode | B |
| To my wit what causeth swevens | A |
| Either on morwes or on evens | A |
| And why the effect folweth of somme | C |
| And of somme hit shal never come | C |
| Why that is an avisioun | D |
| And this a revelacioun | D |
| Why this a dreem why that a sweven | D |
| And nat to every man liche even | D |
| Why this a fantom these oracles | A |
| I noot but who so of these miracles | A |
| The causes knoweth bet than I | E |
| Devyne he for I certeinly | F |
| Ne can hem noght ne never thinke | G |
| To besily my wit to swinke | G |
| To knowe of hir signifiaunce | A |
| The gendres neither the distaunce | A |
| Of tymes of hem ne the causes | A |
| For why this more than that cause is | A |
| As if folkes complexiouns | A |
| Make hem dreme of reflexiouns | A |
| Or ellis thus as other sayn | D |
| For to greet feblenesse of brayn | D |
| By abstinence or by seeknesse | A |
| Prison stewe or greet distresse | A |
| Or elles by disordinaunce | A |
| Of naturel acustomaunce | A |
| That som man is to curious | A |
| In studie or melancolious | A |
| Or thus so inly ful of drede | B |
| That no man may him bote bede | B |
| Or elles that devocioun | D |
| Of somme and contemplacioun | D |
| Causeth swiche dremes ofte | B |
| Or that the cruel lyf unsofte | B |
| Which these ilke lovers leden | D |
| That hopen over muche or dreden | D |
| That purely hir impressiouns | A |
| Causeth hem avisiouns | A |
| Or if that spirites have the might | B |
| To make folk to dreme a night | B |
| Or if the soule of propre kinde | B |
| Be so parfit as men finde | B |
| That hit forwot that is to come | C |
| And that hit warneth alle and somme | C |
| Of everiche of hir aventures | A |
| Be avisiouns or by figures | A |
| But that our flesh ne hath no might | B |
| To understonden hit aright | B |
| For hit is warned to derkly | F |
| But why the cause is noght wot I | E |
| Wel worthe of this thing grete clerkes | A |
| That trete of this and other werkes | A |
| For I of noon opinioun | D |
| Nil as now make mensioun | D |
| But only that the holy rode | B |
| Turne us every dreem to gode | B |
| For never sith that I was born | D |
| Ne no man elles me biforn | D |
| Mette I trowe stedfastly | F |
| So wonderful a dreem as I | E |
| The tenthe day dide of Decembre | H |
| The which as I can now remembre | H |
| I wol yow tellen every del | F |
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| The Invocation | D |
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| But at my ginninge trusteth wel | F |
| I wol make invocacioun | D |
| With special devocioun | D |
| Unto the god of slepe anoon | D |
| That dwelleth in a cave of stoon | D |
| Upon a streem that cometh fro Lete | B |
| That is a flood of helle unswete | B |
| Besyde a folk men clepe Cimerie | H |
| Ther slepeth ay this god unmerie | H |
| With his slepy thousand sones | A |
| That alway for to slepe hir wone is | A |
| And to this god that I of rede | B |
| Prey I that he wol me spede | B |
| My sweven for to telle aright | B |
| If every dreem stonde in his might | B |
| And he that mover is of al | F |
| That is and was and ever shal | F |
| So yive hem Ioye that hit here | H |
| Of alle that they dreme to yere | H |
| And for to stonden alle in grace | A |
| Of hir loves or in what place | A |
| That hem wer levest for to stonde | B |
| And shelde hem fro poverte and shonde | B |
| And fro unhappe and eche disese | A |
| And sende hem al that may hem plese | A |
| That take hit wel and scorne hit noght | B |
| Ne hit misdemen in her thoght | B |
| Through malicious entencioun | D |
| And who so through presumpcioun | D |
| Or hate or scorne or through envye | I |
| Dispyt or Iape or vilanye | I |
| Misdeme hit preye I Iesus god | B |
| That dreme he barfoot dreme he shod | B |
| That every harm that any man | D |
| Hath had sith that the world began | D |
| Befalle him therof or he sterve | J |
| And graunte he mote hit ful deserve | J |
| Lo with swich a conclusioun | D |
| As had of his avisioun | D |
| Cresus that was king of Lyde | B |
| That high upon a gebet dyde | B |
| This prayer shal he have of me | C |
| I am no bet in charite | B |
| Now herkneth as I have you seyd | B |
| What that I mette or I abreyd | B |
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| The Dream | C |
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| Of Decembre the tenthe day | B |
| Whan hit was night to slepe I lay | B |
| Right ther as I was wont to done | D |
| And fil on slepe wonder sone | D |
| As he that wery was for go | G |
| On pilgrimage myles two | K |
| To the corseynt Leonard | B |
| To make lythe of that was hard | B |
| But as I sleep me mette I was | A |
| Within a temple y mad of glas | A |
| In whiche ther were mo images | A |
| Of gold stondinge in sondry stages | A |
| And mo riche tabernacles | A |
| And with perre mo pinacles | A |
| And mo curious portreytures | A |
| And queynte maner of figures | A |
| Of olde werke then I saw ever | H |
| For certeynly I niste never | H |
| Wher that I was but wel wiste I | E |
| Hit was of Venus redely | B |
| The temple for in portreyture | H |
| I sawgh anoon right hir figure | H |
| Naked fletinge in a see | A |
| And also on hir heed parde | B |
| Hir rose garlond whyt and reed | B |
| And hir comb to kembe hir heed | B |
| Hir dowves and daun Cupido | B |
| Hir blinde sone and Vulcano | D |
| That in his face was ful broun | D |
| But as I romed up and doun | D |
| I fond that on a wal ther was | A |
| Thus writen on a table of bras | A |
| I wol now singe if that I can | D |
| The armes and al so the man | D |
| That first cam through his destinee | D |
| Fugitif of Troye contree | H |
| In Itaile with ful moche pyne | D |
| Unto the strondes of Lavyne ' | - |
| And tho began the story anoon | D |
| As I shal telle yow echoon | D |
| First saw I the destruccioun | D |
| Of Troye through the Greek Sinoun | D |
| That with his false forsweringe | L |
| And his chere and his lesinge | L |
| Made the hors broght into Troye | I |
| Thorgh which Troyens loste al hir Ioye | I |
| And after this was grave allas | A |
| How Ilioun assailed was | A |
| And wonne and King Priam y slayn | D |
| And Polites his sone certayn | D |
| Dispitously of dan Pirrus | A |
| And next that saw I how Venus | A |
| Whan that she saw the castel brende | B |
| Doun fro the hevene gan descende | B |
| And bad hir sone Eneas flee | A |
| And how he fledde and how that he | A |
| Escaped was from al the pres | A |
| And took his fader Anchises | A |
| And bar him on his bakke away | B |
| Cryinge Allas and welaway ' | - |
| The whiche Anchises in his honde | B |
| Bar the goddes of the londe | B |
| Thilke that unbrende were | H |
| And I saw next in alle this fere | H |
| How Creusa daun Eneas wyf | J |
| Which that he lovede as his lyf | J |
| And hir yonge sone Iulo | A |
| And eek Ascanius also | A |
| Fledden eek with drery chere | H |
| That hit was pitee for to here | H |
| And in a forest as they wente | B |
| At a turninge of a wente | B |
| How Creusa was y lost allas | A |
| That deed but noot I how she was | A |
| How he hir soughte and how hir gost | B |
| Bad him to flee the Grekes ost | B |
| And seyde he most unto Itaile | A |
| As was his destinee sauns faille | A |
| That hit was pitee for to here | H |
| Whan hir spirit gan appere | H |
| The wordes that she to him seyde | B |
| And for to kepe hir sone him preyde | B |
| Ther saw I graven eek how he | A |
| His fader eek and his meynee | D |
| With his shippes gan to sayle | A |
| Toward the contree of Itaile | A |
| As streight as that they mighte go | A |
| Ther saw I thee cruel Iuno | D |
| That art daun Iupiteres wyf | J |
| That hast y hated al thy lyf | J |
| Al the Troyanisshe blood | B |
| Renne and crye as thou were wood | B |
| On Eolus the god of windes | A |
| To blowen out of alle kindes | A |
| So loude that he shulde drenche | M |
| Lord and lady grome and wenche | M |
| Of al the Troyan nacioun | D |
| Withoute any savacioun | D |
| Ther saw I swich tempeste aryse | A |
| That every herte mighte agryse | A |
| To see hit peynted on the walle | A |
| Ther saw I graven eek withalle | A |
| Venus how ye my lady dere | H |
| Wepinge with ful woful chere | H |
| Prayen Iupiter an hye | I |
| To save and kepe that | B |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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