The Landlord's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AABCDB EFEEGGFE HHBIIBB JEJKKE LMLMNLNOOL AAPQQPPAALLA RAARSTUTTVWWVW XYYXCZZA2DA2B2B2A2 EEAAQQC2D2C2C2D2 AALE2F2LJJQQ BOOBSUG2G2BAG2A C2C2XXH2H2I2I2J2K2K2 J2LLJJ XXL2DDM2M2DL2L2DDN2D DN2DN2 M2AM2AAAM2A DDC2C2AAAA AADD| THE RHYME OF SIR CHRISTOPHER | A |
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| It was Sir Christopher Gardiner | A |
| Knight of the Holy Sepulchre | A |
| From Merry England over the sea | B |
| Who stepped upon this continent | C |
| As if his august presence lent | D |
| A glory to the colony | B |
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| You should have seen him in the street | E |
| Of the little Boston of Winthrop's time | F |
| His rapier dangling at his feet | E |
| Doublet and hose and boots complete | E |
| Prince Rupert hat with ostrich plume | G |
| Gloves that exhaled a faint perfume | G |
| Luxuriant curls and air sublime | F |
| And superior manners now obsolete | E |
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| He had a way of saying things | H |
| That made one think of courts and kings | H |
| And lords and ladies of high degree | B |
| So that not having been at court | I |
| Seemed something very little short | I |
| Of treason or lese majesty | B |
| Such an accomplished knight was he | B |
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| His dwelling was just beyond the town | J |
| At what he called his country seat | E |
| For careless of Fortune's smile or frown | J |
| And weary grown of the world and its ways | K |
| He wished to pass the rest of his days | K |
| In a private life and a calm retreat | E |
| - | |
| But a double life was the life he led | L |
| And while professing to be in search | M |
| Of a godly course and willing he said | L |
| Nay anxious to join the Puritan church | M |
| He made of all this but small account | N |
| And passed his idle hours instead | L |
| With roystering Morton of Merry Mount | N |
| That pettifogger from Furnival's Inn | O |
| Lord of misrule and riot and sin | O |
| Who looked on the wine when it was red | L |
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| This country seat was little more | A |
| Than a cabin of log's but in front of the door | A |
| A modest flower bed thickly sown | P |
| With sweet alyssum and columbine | Q |
| Made those who saw it at once divine | Q |
| The touch of some other hand than his own | P |
| And first it was whispered and then it was known | P |
| That he in secret was harboring there | A |
| A little lady with golden hair | A |
| Whom he called his cousin but whom he had wed | L |
| In the Italian manner as men said | L |
| And great was the scandal everywhere | A |
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| But worse than this was the vague surmise | R |
| Though none could vouch for it or aver | A |
| That the Knight of the Holy Sepulchre | A |
| Was only a Papist in disguise | R |
| And the more to imbitter their bitter lives | S |
| And the more to trouble the public mind | T |
| Came letters from England from two other wives | U |
| Whom he had carelessly left behind | T |
| Both of them letters of such a kind | T |
| As made the governor hold his breath | V |
| The one imploring him straight to send | W |
| The husband home that he might amend | W |
| The other asking his instant death | V |
| As the only way to make an end | W |
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| The wary governor deemed it right | X |
| When all this wickedness was revealed | Y |
| To send his warrant signed and sealed | Y |
| And take the body of the knight | X |
| Armed with this mighty instrument | C |
| The marshal mounting his gallant steed | Z |
| Rode forth from town at the top of his speed | Z |
| And followed by all his bailiffs bold | A2 |
| As if on high achievement bent | D |
| To storm some castle or stronghold | A2 |
| Challenge the warders on the wall | B2 |
| And seize in his ancestral hall | B2 |
| A robber baron grim and old | A2 |
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| But when though all the dust and heat | E |
| He came to Sir Christopher's country seat | E |
| No knight he found nor warder there | A |
| But the little lady with golden hair | A |
| Who was gathering in the bright sunshine | Q |
| The sweet alyssum and columbine | Q |
| While gallant Sir Christopher all so gay | C2 |
| Being forewarned through the postern gate | D2 |
| Of his castle wall had tripped away | C2 |
| And was keeping a little holiday | C2 |
| In the forests that bounded his estate | D2 |
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| Then as a trusty squire and true | A |
| The marshal searched the castle through | A |
| Not crediting what the lady said | L |
| Searched from cellar to garret in vain | E2 |
| And finding no knight came out again | F2 |
| And arrested the golden damsel instead | L |
| And bore her in triumph into the town | J |
| While from her eyes the tears rolled down | J |
| On the sweet alyssum and columbine | Q |
| That she held in her fingers white and fine | Q |
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| The governor's heart was moved to see | B |
| So fair a creature caught within | O |
| The snares of Satan and of sin | O |
| And he read her a little homily | B |
| On the folly and wickedness of the lives | S |
| Of women half cousins and half wives | U |
| But seeing that naught his words availed | G2 |
| He sent her away in a ship that sailed | G2 |
| For Merry England over the sea | B |
| To the other two wives in the old countree | A |
| To search her further since he had failed | G2 |
| To come at the heart of the mystery | A |
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| Meanwhile Sir Christopher wandered away | C2 |
| Through pathless woods for a month and a day | C2 |
| Shooting pigeons and sleeping at night | X |
| With the noble savage who took delight | X |
| In his feathered hat and his velvet vest | H2 |
| His gun and his rapier and the rest | H2 |
| But as soon as the noble savage heard | I2 |
| That a bounty was offered for this gay bird | I2 |
| He wanted to slay him out of hand | J2 |
| And bring in his beautiful scalp for a show | K2 |
| Like the glossy head of a kite or crow | K2 |
| Until he was made to understand | J2 |
| They wanted the bird alive not dead | L |
| Then he followed him whithersoever he fled | L |
| Through forest and field and hunted him down | J |
| And brought him prisoner into the town | J |
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| Alas it was a rueful sight | X |
| To see this melancholy knight | X |
| In such a dismal and hapless case | L2 |
| His hat deformed by stain and dent | D |
| His plumage broken his doublet rent | D |
| His beard and flowing locks forlorn | M2 |
| Matted dishevelled and unshorn | M2 |
| His boots with dust and mire besprent | D |
| But dignified in his disgrace | L2 |
| And wearing an unblushing face | L2 |
| And thus before the magistrate | D |
| He stood to hear the doom of fate | D |
| In vain he strove with wonted ease | N2 |
| To modify and extenuate | D |
| His evil deeds in church and state | D |
| For gone was now his power to please | N2 |
| And his pompous words had no more weight | D |
| Than feathers flying in the breeze | N2 |
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| With suavity equal to his own | M2 |
| The governor lent a patient ear | A |
| To the speech evasive and highflown | M2 |
| In which he endeavored to make clear | A |
| That colonial laws were too severe | A |
| When applied to a gallant cavalier | A |
| A gentleman born and so well known | M2 |
| And accustomed to move in a higher sphere | A |
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| All this the Puritan governor heard | D |
| And deigned in answer never a word | D |
| But in summary manner shipped away | C2 |
| In a vessel that sailed from Salem bay | C2 |
| This splendid and famous cavalier | A |
| With his Rupert hat and his popery | A |
| To Merry England over the sea | A |
| As being unmeet to inhabit here | A |
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| Thus endeth the Rhyme of Sir Christopher | A |
| Knight of the Holy Sepulchre | A |
| The first who furnished this barren land | D |
| With apples of Sodom and ropes of sand | D |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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