The Nightingale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCABDD EFEFGGHIIJJHKKLLMM HNHIOOIIIINNIIPPPQQI IRRQQIIIISSIITTUUVVW XIIMYYIIMZZA2A2IIB2B 2IIC2D2VVIE2IE2LVVQL F2F2QE2E2E2LLG2G2III QDQH2I2I2RRJ2J2J2K2R RK2L2G2L2G2M2M2M2M2L 2L2M2M2DH2L2L2L2L2M2 M2IIL2L2B2B2M2M2M2M2 M2M2N2N2O2O2DH2L2L2M 2M2P2P2M2M2M2M2VVM2M 2M2M2M2IM2IIIVVL2L2I IM2M2IIE2E2E2JJM2M2M 2M2M2M2IIIIYYQIM2M2I IM2M2LLM2M2IIM2| NO easy matter 'tis to hold | A |
| Against its owner's will the fleece | B |
| Who troubled by the itching smart | C |
| Of Cupid's irritating dart | C |
| Eager awaits some Jason bold | A |
| To grant release | B |
| E'en dragon huge or flaming steer | D |
| When Jason's loved will cause no fear | D |
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| Duennas grating bolt and lock | E |
| All obstacles can naught avail | F |
| Constraint is but a stumbling block | E |
| For youthful ardour must prevail | F |
| Girls are precocious nowadays | G |
| Look at the men with ardent gaze | G |
| And longings' an infinity | H |
| Trim misses but just in their teens | I |
| By day and night devise the means | I |
| To dull with subtlety to sleep | J |
| The Argus vainly set to keep | J |
| In safety their virginity | H |
| Sighs smiles false tears they'll fain employ | K |
| An artless lover to decoy | K |
| I'll say no more but leave to you | L |
| Friend reader to pronounce if true | L |
| What I've asserted when you have heard | M |
| How artful Kitty caged her bird | M |
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| IN a small town in Italy | H |
| The name of which I do not know | N |
| Young Kitty dwelt gay pretty free | H |
| Varambon's child Boccacio | I |
| Omits her mother's name which not | O |
| To you or me imports a jot | O |
| At fourteen years our Kitty's charms | I |
| Were all that could be wished plump arms | I |
| A swelling bosom on her cheeks | I |
| Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks | I |
| A sparkling eye all these you know | N |
| Speak well for what is found below | N |
| With such advantages as these | I |
| No virgin sure could fail to please | I |
| Or lack a lover nor did Kate | P |
| But little time she had to wait | P |
| One soon appeared to seal her fate | P |
| Young Richard saw her loved her wooed her | Q |
| What swain I ask could have withstood her | Q |
| Soft words caresses tender glances | I |
| The battery of love's advances | I |
| Soon lit up in the maiden's breast | R |
| The flame which his own heart possessed | R |
| Soon growing to a burning fire | Q |
| Of love and mutual desire | Q |
| Desire for what My reader knows | I |
| Or if he does not may suppose | I |
| And not be very wond'rous wise | I |
| When youthful lovers mingle sighs | I |
| Believe me friend I am not wrong | S |
| For one thing only do they long | S |
| One check deferred our lover's bliss | I |
| A thing quite natural 'twas this | I |
| The mother loved so well her child | T |
| That fearful she might be beguiled | T |
| She would not let her out of sight | U |
| A single minute day or night | U |
| At mother's apron string all day | V |
| Kate whiled the weary hours away | V |
| And shared her bed all night Such love | W |
| In parents we must all approve | X |
| Though Catherine I must confess | I |
| In place of so much tenderness | I |
| More liberty would have preferred | M |
| To little girls maternal care | Y |
| In such excess is right and fair | Y |
| But for a lass of fourteen years | I |
| For whom one need have no such fears | I |
| Solicitude is quite absurd | M |
| And only bores her Kitty could | Z |
| No moment steal do what she would | Z |
| To see her Richard Sorely vexed | A2 |
| She was and he still more perplexed | A2 |
| In spite of all he might devise | I |
| A squeeze a kiss quick talk of eyes | I |
| Was all he could obtain no more | B2 |
| Bread butterless a sanded floor | B2 |
| It seemed no better Joy like this | I |
| Could not suffice more sterling bliss | I |
| Our lovers wished nor would stop short | C2 |
| Till they'd obtained the thing they sought | D2 |
| And thus it came about One day | V |
| By chance they met alone away | V |
| From jealous parents What's the use | I |
| Said Richard of all our affection | E2 |
| Of love it is a rank abuse | I |
| And yields me nothing but dejection | E2 |
| I see you without seeing you | L |
| Must always look another way | V |
| And if we meet I dare not stay | V |
| Must ev'ry inclination smother | Q |
| I can't believe your love is true | L |
| I'll never own you really kind | F2 |
| Unless some certain means you find | F2 |
| For us to meet without your mother | Q |
| Kate answered Were it not too plain | E2 |
| How warm my love another strain | E2 |
| I would employ In converse vain | E2 |
| Let us not waste our moments few | L |
| But think what it were best to do | L |
| If you will please me Robert said | G2 |
| You must contrive to change your bed | G2 |
| And have it placed well let me see | I |
| Moved to the outer gallery | I |
| Where you will be alone and free | I |
| We there can meet and chat at leisure | Q |
| While others sleep nor need we fear | D |
| Of merry tales I have a treasure | Q |
| To tell but cannot tell them here | H2 |
| Kate smiled at this for she knew well | I2 |
| What sort of tales he had to tell | I2 |
| But promised she would do her best | R |
| And soon accomplish his request | R |
| It was not easy you'll admit | J2 |
| But love lends foolish maidens wit | J2 |
| And this is how she managed it | J2 |
| The whole night long she kept awake | K2 |
| Snored sighed and kicked as one possessed | R |
| That parents both could get not rest | R |
| So much she made the settle shake | K2 |
| This is not strange A longing girl | L2 |
| With thoughts of sweetheart in her head | G2 |
| In bed all night will sleepless twirl | L2 |
| A flea is in her ear 'tis said | G2 |
| The morning broke Of fleas and heat | M2 |
| Kitty complained Let me entreat | M2 |
| O mother I may put my bed | M2 |
| Out in the gallery she said | M2 |
| 'Tis cooler there and Philomel | L2 |
| Who warbles in the neigh'bring dell | L2 |
| Will solace me Ready consent | M2 |
| The simple mother gave and went | M2 |
| To seek her spouse Our Kate my dear | D |
| Will change her bed that she may hear | H2 |
| The nightingale and sleep more cool | L2 |
| Wife said the good man You're a fool | L2 |
| And Kate too with her nightingale | L2 |
| Don't tell me such a foolish tale | L2 |
| She must remain No doubt to night | M2 |
| Will fresher be I sleep all right | M2 |
| In spite of heat and so can she | I |
| Is she more delicate than me | I |
| Incensed was Kate by this denial | L2 |
| After so promising a trial | L2 |
| Nor would be beat but firmly swore | B2 |
| To give more trouble than before | B2 |
| That night again no wink she slept | M2 |
| But groaned and fretted sighed and wept | M2 |
| Upon her couch so tossed and turned | M2 |
| The anxious mother quite concerned | M2 |
| Again her husband sought Our Kate | M2 |
| To me seems greatly changed of late | M2 |
| You are unkind she said to him | N2 |
| To thwart her simple girlish whim | N2 |
| Why may she not her bed exchange | O2 |
| In naught will it the house derange | O2 |
| Placed in the passage she's as near | D |
| To us as were she lying here | H2 |
| You do not love your child and will | L2 |
| With your unkindness make her ill | L2 |
| Pray cease the husband cried to scold | M2 |
| And take your whim I ne'er could hold | M2 |
| My own against a screaming wife | P2 |
| You'll drive me mad upon my life | P2 |
| Her belly full our Kate may get | M2 |
| Of nightingale or of linnet | M2 |
| The thing was settled Kate obeyed | M2 |
| And in a trice her bed was made | M2 |
| And lover signalled Who shall say | V |
| How long to both appeared that day | V |
| That tedious day But night arrived | M2 |
| And Richard too he had contrived | M2 |
| By ladder and a servant's aid | M2 |
| To reach the chamber of the maid | M2 |
| To tell how often they embraced | M2 |
| How changed in form their tenderness | I |
| Would lead to nothing but a waste | M2 |
| Of time my readers will confess | I |
| The longest most abstruse discourse | I |
| Would lack precision want the force | I |
| Their youthful ardour to portray | V |
| To understand there's but one way | V |
| Experience The nightingale | L2 |
| Sang all night long his pleasing tale | L2 |
| And though he made but little noise | I |
| The lass was satisfied Her joys | I |
| So exquisite that she averred | M2 |
| The other nightingale the bird | M2 |
| Who warbles to the woods his bliss | I |
| Was but an ass compared with this | I |
| But nature could not long maintain | E2 |
| Of efforts such as these the strain | E2 |
| Their forces spent the lovers twain | E2 |
| In fond embrace fell fast asleep | J |
| Just as the dawn began to peep | J |
| The father as he left his bed | M2 |
| By curiosity was led | M2 |
| To learn if Kitty soundly slept | M2 |
| And softly to the passage crept | M2 |
| I'll see the influence he said | M2 |
| Of nightingale and change of bed | M2 |
| With bated breath upon tip toes | I |
| Close to the couch he cautious goes | I |
| Where Kitty lay in calm repose | I |
| Excessive heat had made all clothes | I |
| Unbearable The sleeping pair | Y |
| Had cast them off and lay as bare | Y |
| As our first happy parents were | Q |
| In Paradise But in the place | I |
| Of apple in her willing hand | M2 |
| Kate firmly grasp the magic wand | M2 |
| Which served to found the human race | I |
| The which to name were a disgrace | I |
| Though dames the most refined employ it | M2 |
| Desire it and much enjoy it | M2 |
| If good Catullus tells us true | L |
| The father scarce believed his view | L |
| But keeping in his bosom pent | M2 |
| His anger to his wife he went | M2 |
| And said Get up and come with me | I |
| At present I can plainly see | I |
| Why Kate had | M2 |
Jean De La Fontaine
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