A Revolutionary Relic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD CECCE FAFFG GGGGA GHGGH IGIIG FJFFJ IGIIK ICIIC CLCCL IMIIM FGFFG FAFFA CMCCM INIIN GOGGO IGIIG AAAAAA IGIIA IGIIG IMIIM CGCCGOld it is and worn and battered | A |
As I lift it from the stall | B |
And the leaves are frayed and tattered | A |
And the pendent sides are shattered | A |
Pierced and blackened by a ball | B |
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'Tis the tale of grief and gladness | C |
Told by sad St Pierre of yore | D |
That in front of France's madness | C |
Hangs a strange seductive sadness | C |
Grown pathetic evermore | D |
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And a perfume round it hovers | C |
Which the pages half reveal | E |
For a folded corner covers | C |
Interlaced two names of lovers | C |
A Savignac and Lucile | E |
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As I read I marvel whether | F |
In some pleasant old ch teau | A |
Once they read this book together | F |
In the scented summer weather | F |
With the shining Loire below | G |
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Nooked secluded from espial | G |
Did Love slip and snare them so | G |
While the hours danced round the dial | G |
To the sound of flute and viol | G |
In that pleasant old ch teau | A |
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Did it happen that no single | G |
Word of mouth could either speak | H |
Did the brown and gold hair mingle | G |
Did the shamed skin thrill and tingle | G |
To the shock of cheek and cheek | H |
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Did they feel with that first flushing | I |
Some new sudden power to feel | G |
Some new inner spring set gushing | I |
At the names together rushing | I |
Of Savignac and Lucile | G |
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Did he drop on knee before her | F |
Son Amour son Coeur sa Reine | J |
In his high flown way adore her | F |
Urgent eloquent implore her | F |
Plead his pleasure and his pain | J |
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Did she turn with sight swift dimming | I |
And the quivering lip we know | G |
With the full slow eyelid brimming | I |
With the languorous pupil swimming | I |
Like the love of Mirabeau | K |
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Stretch her hand from cloudy frilling | I |
For his eager lips to press | C |
In a flash all fate fulfilling | I |
Did he catch her trembling thrilling | I |
Crushing life to one caress | C |
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Did they sit in that dim sweetness | C |
Of attained love's after calm | L |
Marking not the world its meetness | C |
Marking Time not nor his fleetness | C |
Only happy palm to palm | L |
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Till at last she sunlight smiting | I |
Red on wrist and cheek and hair | M |
Sought the page where love first lighting | I |
Fixed their fate and in this writing | I |
Fixed the record of it there | M |
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Did they marry midst the smother | F |
Shame and slaughter of it all | G |
Did she wander like that other | F |
Woful wistful wife and mother | F |
Round and round his prison wall | G |
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Wander wailing as the plover | F |
Waileth wheeleth desolate | A |
Heedless of the hawk above her | F |
While as yet the rushes cover | F |
Waning fast her wounded mate | A |
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Wander till his love's eyes met hers | C |
Fixed and wide in their despair | M |
Did he burst his prison fetters | C |
Did he write sweet yearning letters | C |
A Lucile en Angleterre | M |
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Letters where the reader reading | I |
Halts him with a sudden stop | N |
For he feels a man's heart bleeding | I |
Draining out its pain's exceeding | I |
Half a life at every drop | N |
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Letters where Love's iteration | G |
Seems to warble and to rave | O |
Letters where the pent sensation | G |
Leaps to lyric exultation | G |
Like a song bird from a grave | O |
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Where through Passion's wild repeating | I |
Peep the Pagan and the Gaul | G |
Politics and love competing | I |
Abelard and Cato greeting | I |
Rousseau ramping over all | G |
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Yet your critic's right you waive it | A |
Whirled along the fever flood | A |
And its touch of truth shall save it | A |
And its tender rain shall lave it | A |
For at least you read Amavit | A |
Written there in tears of blood | A |
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Did they hunt him to his hiding | I |
Tracking traces in the snow | G |
Did they tempt him out confiding | I |
Shoot him ruthless down deriding | I |
By the ruined old ch teau | A |
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Left to lie with thin lips resting | I |
Frozen to a smile of scorn | G |
Just the bitter thought's suggesting | I |
At this excellent new jesting | I |
Of the rabble Devil born | G |
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Till some tiger monkey finding | I |
These few words the covers bear | M |
Some swift rush of pity blinding | I |
Sent them in the shot pierced binding | I |
A Lucile en Angleterre | M |
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Fancies only Nought the covers | C |
Nothing more the leaves reveal | G |
Yet I love it for its lovers | C |
For the dream that round it hovers | C |
Of Savignac and Lucile | G |
Henry Austin Dobson
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