To Clare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCAADDEEFFGGHHIIBB

WITH A VOLUME OF STORIES FROM FROISSARTA
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My ClareB
These tales were told you knowC
In French five hundred years agoC
By old Sir John whose heart's delightA
Was lady sweet and valiant knightA
A hundred years went by and thenD
A great lord told the tales againD
When bluff King Hal desired his folkE
To read them in the tongue they spokeE
Last I myself among them tookF
What I loved best and made this bookF
Great lesser less these writers threeG
Worked for the days they could not seeG
And certes in their work they knewH
Nothing at all dear child of youH
Yet is this book your own in truthI
Because 'tis made for noble youthI
And every word that's living thereB
Must die when Clares are no more ClareB

Henry John Newbolt, Sir



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