The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDC A BEFFE A BGHHG H BIJKI H BLMML H BMNOM H PIMMI H IHQQH H IMRRM H ISHHS H MIIII H TIIII H UIVVI H MHIIH M WXHHX M IIMMI M MCMMC H YZA2A2Z H IB2DDB2 H CC2MMD2 H IME2E2M H IIF2F2I H HMDDM H HRIIR H IIIII M G2IH2H2I H XVMMV H IHIIH H I2MVYM H IZIIZ H J2MHHM H INIIO H MB2K2K2B2 H IL2M2M2L2 M IIMMI M MNN2N2N M IO2MMO2 M BVMMVI | A |
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When the South sang like a nightingale | B |
Above a bower in May | C |
The training of Love's vine of flame | D |
Was writ in laws for lord and dame | D |
To say their yea and nay | C |
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II | A |
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When the South sang like a nightingale | B |
Across the flowering night | E |
And lord and dame held gentle sport | F |
There came a young princess to Court | F |
A frost of beauty white | E |
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III | A |
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The South sang like a nightingale | B |
To thaw her glittering dream | G |
No vine of Love her bosom gave | H |
She drank no wine of Love but grave | H |
She held them to Love's theme | G |
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IV | H |
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The South grew all a nightingale | B |
Beneath a moon unmoved | I |
Like the banner of war she led them on | J |
She left them to lie like the light that has gone | K |
From wine cups overproved | I |
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V | H |
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When the South was a fervid nightingale | B |
And she a chilling moon | L |
'Twas pity to see on the garden swards | M |
Against Love's laws those rival lords | M |
As willow wands lie strewn | L |
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VI | H |
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The South had throat of a nightingale | B |
For her the young princess | M |
She gave no vine of Love to rear | N |
Love's wine drank not yet bent her ear | O |
To themes of Love no less | M |
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I | H |
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The lords of the Court they sighed heart sick | P |
Heart free Lord Dusiote laughed | I |
I prize her no more than a fling o' the dice | M |
But or shame to my manhood a lady of ice | M |
We master her by craft | I |
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II | H |
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Heart sick the lords of joyance yawned | I |
Lord Dusiote laughed heart free | H |
I count her as much as a crack o' my thumb | Q |
But or shame of my manhood to me she shall come | Q |
Like the bird to roost in the tree | H |
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III | H |
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At dead of night when the palace guard | I |
Had passed the measured rounds | M |
The young princess awoke to feel | R |
A shudder of blood at the crackle of steel | R |
Within the garden bounds | M |
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IV | H |
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It ceased and she thought of whom was need | I |
The friar or the leech | S |
When lo stood her tirewoman breathless by | H |
Lord Dusiote madam to death is nigh | H |
Of you he would have speech | S |
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V | H |
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He prays you of your gentleness | M |
To light him to his dark end | I |
The princess rose and forth she went | I |
For charity was her intent | I |
Devoutly to befriend | I |
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VI | H |
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Lord Dusiote hung on his good squire's arm | T |
The priest beside him knelt | I |
A weeping handkerchief was pressed | I |
To stay the red flood at his breast | I |
And bid cold ladies melt | I |
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VII | H |
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O lady though you are ice to men | U |
All pure to heaven as light | I |
Within the dew within the flower | V |
Of you 'tis whispered that love has power | V |
When secret is the night | I |
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VIII | H |
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I have silenced the slanderers peace to their souls | M |
Save one was too cunning for me | H |
I die whose love is late avowed | I |
He lives who boasts the lily has bowed | I |
To the oath of a bended knee | H |
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IX | M |
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Lord Dusiote drew breath with pain | W |
And she with pain drew breath | X |
On him she looked on his like above | H |
She flew in the folds of a marvel of love | H |
Revealed to pass to death | X |
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X | M |
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You are dying O great hearted lord | I |
You are dying for me she cried | I |
O take my hand O take my kiss | M |
And take of your right for love like this | M |
The vow that plights me bride | I |
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XI | M |
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She bade the priest recite his words | M |
While hand in hand were they | C |
Lord Dusiote's soul to waft to bliss | M |
He had her hand her vow her kiss | M |
And his body was borne away | C |
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I | H |
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Lord Dusiote sprang from priest and squire | Y |
He gazed at her lighted room | Z |
The laughter in his heart grew slack | A2 |
He knew not the force that pushed him back | A2 |
From her and the morn in bloom | Z |
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II | H |
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Like a drowned man's length on the strong flood tide | I |
Like the shade of a bird in the sun | B2 |
He fled from his lady whom he might claim | D |
As ghost and who made the daybeams flame | D |
To scare what he had done | B2 |
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III | H |
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There was grief at Court for one so gay | C |
Though he was a lord less keen | C2 |
For training the vine than at vintage press | M |
But in her soul the young princess | M |
Believed that love had been | D2 |
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IV | H |
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Lord Dusiote fled the Court and land | I |
He crossed the woeful seas | M |
Till his traitorous doing seemed clearer to burn | E2 |
And the lady beloved drew his heart for return | E2 |
Like the banner of war in the breeze | M |
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V | H |
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He neared the palace he spied the Court | I |
And music he heard and they told | I |
Of foreign lords arrived to bring | F2 |
The nuptial gifts of a bridegroom king | F2 |
To the princess grave and cold | I |
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VI | H |
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The masque and the dance were cloud on wave | H |
And down the masque and the dance | M |
Lord Dusiote stepped from dame to dame | D |
And to the young princess he came | D |
With a bow and a burning glance | M |
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VII | H |
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Do you take a new husband to morrow lady | H |
She shrank as at prick of steel | R |
Must the first yield place to the second he sighed | I |
Her eyes were like the grave that is wide | I |
For the corpse from head to heel | R |
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VIII | H |
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My lady my love that little hand | I |
Has mine ringed fast in plight | I |
I bear for your lips a lawful thirst | I |
And as justly the second should follow the first | I |
I come to your door this night | I |
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IX | M |
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If a ghost should come a ghost will go | G2 |
No more the lady said | I |
Save that ever when he in wrath began | H2 |
To swear by the faith of a living man | H2 |
She answered him You are dead | I |
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I | H |
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The soft night wind went laden to death | X |
With smell of the orange in flower | V |
The light leaves prattled to neighbour ears | M |
The bird of the passion sang over his tears | M |
The night named hour by hour | V |
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II | H |
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Sang loud sang low the rapturous bird | I |
Till the yellow hour was nigh | H |
Behind the folds of a darker cloud | I |
He chuckled he sobbed alow aloud | I |
The voice between earth and sky | H |
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III | H |
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O will you will you women are weak | I2 |
The proudest are yielding mates | M |
For a forward foot and a tongue of fire | V |
So thought Lord Dusiote's trusty squire | Y |
At watch by the palace gates | M |
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IV | H |
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The song of the bird was wine in his blood | I |
And woman the odorous bloom | Z |
His master's great adventure stirred | I |
Within him to mingle the bloom and bird | I |
And morn ere its coming illume | Z |
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V | H |
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Beside him strangely a piece of the dark | J2 |
Had moved and the undertones | M |
Of a priest in prayer like a cavernous wave | H |
He heard as were there a soul to save | H |
For urgency now in the groans | M |
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VI | H |
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No priest was hired for the play this night | I |
And the squire tossed head like a deer | N |
At sniff of the tainted wind he gazed | I |
Where cresset lamps in a door were raised | I |
Belike on a passing bier | O |
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VII | H |
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All cloaked and masked with naked blades | M |
That flashed of a judgement done | B2 |
The lords of the Court from the palace door | K2 |
Came issuing silently bearers four | K2 |
And flat on their shoulders one | B2 |
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VIII | H |
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They marched the body to squire and priest | I |
They lowered it sad to earth | L2 |
The priest they gave the burial dole | M2 |
Bade wrestle hourly for his soul | M2 |
Who was a lord of worth | L2 |
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IX | M |
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One said farewell to a gallant knight | I |
And one but a restless ghost | I |
'Tis a year and a day since in this place | M |
He died sped high by a lady of grace | M |
To join the blissful host | I |
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X | M |
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Not vainly on us she charged her cause | M |
The lady whom we revere | N |
For faith in the mask of a love untrue | N2 |
To the Love we honour the Love her due | N2 |
The Love we have vowed to rear | N |
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XI | M |
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A trap for the sweet tooth lures for the light | I |
For the fortress defiant a mine | O2 |
Right well But not in the South princess | M |
Shall the lady snared of her nobleness | M |
Ever shamed or a captive pine | O2 |
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XII | M |
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When the South had voice of a nightingale | B |
Above a Maying bower | V |
On the heights of Love walked radiant peers | M |
The bird of the passion sang over his tears | M |
To the breeze and the orange flower | V |
George Meredith
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