Rosamund Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| 'One soweth and another reapeth ' | - |
| Ay | B |
| Too true too true One soweth unaware | C |
| Cometh a reaper stealthily while he dreams | D |
| Bindeth the golden sheaf and in his bosom | E |
| As 't were between the dewfall and the dawn | F |
| Bears it away Who other was to blame | G |
| Is it I Is it I No verily not I | H |
| 'T was a good action and I smart therefore | I |
| Oblivion of a righteous enmity | J |
| Wrought me this wrong I pay with my self ruth | K |
| That I had ruth toward mine enemy | J |
| It needed not to slay mine enemy | J |
| Only to let him lie and succourless | D |
| Drift to the foot o' the Everlasting Throne | L |
| Being mine enemy he had not accused | M |
| One of my nation there of unkind deeds | D |
| Or ought the way of war forbids | D |
| Let be | J |
| I will not think upon it Yet she was | D |
| O she was dear my dutiful dear child | N |
| One soweth Nay but I will tell this out | O |
| The first fyte was the best I call it such | P |
| For now as some old song men think on it | Q |
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| I dwell where England narrows running north | R |
| And while our hay was cut came rumours up | S |
| Humming and swarming round our heads like bees | D |
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| 'Drake from the bay of Cadiz hath come home | T |
| And they are forth the Spaniards with a force | D |
| Invincible ' | - |
| 'The Prince of Parma couched | U |
| At Dunkirk e'en by torchlight makes to toil | V |
| His shipwright thousands thousands in the ports | D |
| Of Flanders and Brabant An hundred hendes | D |
| Transports to his great squadron adding all | W |
| For our confusion ' | - |
| 'England's great ally | H |
| Henry of France by insurrection fallen | X |
| Of him the said Prince Parma mocking cries | D |
| He shall not help the Queen of England now | Y |
| Not even with his tears more needing them | Z |
| To weep his own misfortune ' | - |
| Was that all | W |
| The truth Not half and yet it was enough | A2 |
| Albeit not half that half was well believed | B2 |
| For all the land stirred in the half belief | C2 |
| As dreamers stir about to wake and now | Y |
| Comes the Queen's message all her lieges bid | D2 |
| To rise 'lieftenants and the better sort | E2 |
| Of gentlemen' whereby the Queen's grace meant | F2 |
| As it may seem the sort that willed to rise | D |
| And arm and come to aid her | G2 |
| Distance wrought | H2 |
| Safety for us my neighbours and near friends | D |
| The peril lay along our channel coast | I2 |
| And marked the city undefended fair | C |
| Rich London O to think of Spanish mail | J2 |
| Ringing of riotous conquerors in her street | K2 |
| Chasing and frighting would there were no more | I |
| To think on her fair wives and her fair maids | D |
| But hope is fain to deem them forth of her | G2 |
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| Then Spain to the sacking then they tear away | B |
| Arras and carv d work O then they break | L2 |
| And toss and mar her quaint orf verie | G2 |
| Priceless then split the wine kegs spill the mead | M2 |
| Trail out the pride of ages in the dust | N2 |
| Turn over with pikes her silken merchandise | D |
| Strip off the pictures of her kings and spoil | V |
| Their palaces that nigh five hundred years | D |
| Have rued no alien footsteps on the floor | G2 |
| And work for the days of miracle are gone | F |
| All unimaginable waste and woe | O2 |
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| Some cried 'But England hath the better cause | D |
| We think not those good days indeed are done | X |
| We look to Heaven for aid on England's side ' | - |
| Then other 'Nay the harvest is above | P2 |
| God comforts there His own and ill men leaves | D |
| To run long scores up in this present world | Q2 |
| And pay in another | G2 |
| Look not here for aid | R2 |
| Latimer poor old saint died in the street | K2 |
| With nigh men say three hundred of his kind | S2 |
| All bid to look for worse death after death | T2 |
| Succourless comfortless unfriended curst | S2 |
| Mary and Gardiner and the Pope's man Pole | U2 |
| Died upon down lulled in a silken shade | S2 |
| Soothed with assurance of a waiting heaven | X |
| And Peter peering through the golden gate | S2 |
| With his gold key in 's hand to let them in ' | - |
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| 'Nay leave ' quoth I 'the martyrs to their heaven | X |
| And all who live the better that they died | S2 |
| But look you now a nation hath no heaven | X |
| A nation's life and work and wickedness | D |
| And punishment or otherwise I say | B |
| A nation's life and goodness and reward | S2 |
| Are here And in my nation's righteous cause | D |
| I look for aid and cry SO HELP ME GOD | S2 |
| As I will help my righteous nation now | Y |
| With all the best I have and know and am | V2 |
| I trust Thou wilt not let her light be quenched | S2 |
| I go to aid and if I fall I fall | W |
| And God of nations leave my soul to Thee ' | - |
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| Many did say like words and all would give | W2 |
| Of gold of weapons and of horses that | S2 |
| They had to hand or on the spur o' the time | X2 |
| Could gather My fair dame did sell her rings | D |
| So others And they sent us well equipped | S2 |
| Who minded to be in the coming fray | B |
| Whether by land or sea my hope the last | S2 |
| For I of old therewith was conversant | S2 |
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| Then as we rode down southward all the land | S2 |
| Was at her harvesting The oats were cut | S2 |
| Ere we were three days down and then the wheat | S2 |
| And the wide country spite of loath d threat | S2 |
| Was busy There was news to hearten us | D |
| The Hollanders were coming roundly in | Y2 |
| With sixty ships of war all fierce and full | Z2 |
| Of spleen for not alone our sake but theirs | D |
| Willing to brave encounter where they might | S2 |
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| So after five days we did sight the Sound | S2 |
| And look on Plymouth harbour from the hill | A3 |
| Then I full glad drew bridle lighted straight | S2 |
| Ran down and mingled with a waiting crowd | S2 |
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| Many stood gazing on the level deep | B3 |
| That scarce did tremble 't was in hue as sloes | D |
| That hang till winter on a leafless bough | Y |
| So black bulged down upon it a great cloud | S2 |
| And probed it through and through with fork d stabs | D |
| Incessant and rolled on it thunder bursts | D |
| Till the dark water lowered as one afraid | S2 |
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| That was afar The land and nearer sea | D |
| Lay sweltering in hot sunshine The brown beach | C3 |
| Scarce whispered for a soft incoming tide | S2 |
| Was gentle with it Green the water lapped | S2 |
| And sparkled at all edges The night heavens | D |
| Are not more thickly speckled o'er with stars | D |
| Than that fair harbour with its fishing craft | S2 |
| And crowds of galleys shooting to and fro | O2 |
| Did feed the ships of war with their stout crews | D |
| And bear aboard fresh water furniture | G2 |
| Of war much lesser victual sallets fruit | S2 |
| All manner equipment for the squadron sails | D |
| Long spars | D |
| Also was chaffering on the Hoe | O2 |
| Buying and bargaining taking of leave | D3 |
| With tears and kisses while on all hands pushed | S2 |
| Tall lusty men with baskets on their heads | D |
| Piled of fresh bread and biscuit newly drawn | F |
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| Then shouts 'The captains ' | - |
| Raleigh Hawkins Drake | L2 |
| Old Martin Frobisher and many more | G2 |
| Howard the Lord High Admiral headed them | Z |
| They coming leisurely from the bowling green | E3 |
| Elbowed their way For in their stoutness loth | F3 |
| To hurry when ill news first brake on them | Z |
| They playing a match ashore ill news I say | D |
| 'The Spaniards are toward' while panic struck | G3 |
| The people ran about them Drake cries out | S2 |
| Knowing their fear should make the danger worse | D |
| 'Spaniards my masters Let the Spaniards wait | S2 |
| Fall not a shouting for the boats is time | X2 |
| To play the match out ay to win and then | H3 |
| To beat the Spaniards ' | - |
| So the rest gave way | D |
| At his insistance playing that afternoon | I3 |
| The bravest match one saith was ever scored | S2 |
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| 'T was no time lost nay not a moment lost | S2 |
| For look you when the winning cast was made | S2 |
| The town was calm the anchors were all up | S |
| The boats were manned to row them each to his ship | J3 |
| The lowering cloud in the offing had gone south | K3 |
| Against the wind and all was work stir heed | S2 |
| Nothing forgot nor grudged nor slurred and most | S2 |
| Men easy at heart as those brave sailors seemed | S2 |
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| And specially the women had put by | H |
| On a sudden their deep dread yon Cornish coast | S2 |
| Neared of his insolency by the foe | O2 |
| With his high seacastles numerous seaforts | D |
| Many his galleys out of number manned | S2 |
| Each by three hundred slaves chained to the oar | G2 |
| All his strong fleet of lesser ships but great | S2 |
| As any of ours why that same Cornish coast | S2 |
| Might have lain farther than the far west land | S2 |
| So had a few stout hearted looks and words | D |
| Wasted the meaning chilled the menace of | P2 |
| That frightful danger imminent hard at hand | S2 |
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| 'The captains come the captains ' and I turned | S2 |
| As they drew on I marked the urgency | D |
| Flashing in each man's eye fain to be forth | R |
| But willing to be held at leisure Then | H3 |
| Cried a fair woman of the better sort | S2 |
| To Howard passing by her pannier'd ass | D |
| 'Apples Lord Admiral good captains all | W |
| Look you red apples sharp and sweet are these ' | - |
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| Quoth he a little chafed 'Let be let be | D |
| No time is this for bargaining good dame | G |
| Let be ' and pushing past 'Beshrew thy heart | S2 |
| And mine that I should say it bargain nay | D |
| I meant not bargaining ' she falters crying | L3 |
| 'I brought them my poor gift Pray you now take | L2 |
| Pray you ' | - |
| He stops and with a childlike smile | M3 |
| That makes the dame amend stoops down to choose | D |
| While I step up that love not many words | D |
| 'What should he do ' quoth I 'to help this need | S2 |
| That hath a bag of money and good will ' | - |
| 'Charter a ship ' he saith nor e'er looks up | S |
| 'And put aboard her victual tackle shot | S2 |
| Ought he can lay his hand on look he give | W2 |
| Wide sea room to the Spanish hounds make sail | J2 |
| For ships of ours to ease of wounded men | H3 |
| And succour with that freight he brings withal ' | - |
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| His foot yet speaking was aboard his boat | S2 |
| His comrades each red apples in the hand | S2 |
| Come after and with blessings manifold | S2 |
| Cheering and cries 'Good luck good luck ' they speed | S2 |
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| 'T was three years three months past | S2 |
| O yet methinks | D |
| I hear that thunder crash i' the offing hear | G2 |
| Their words who when the crowd melted away | D |
| Gathered together Comrades we of old | S2 |
| About to adventure us at Howard's best | S2 |
| On the unsafe sea For he a Catholic | N3 |
| As is my wife and therefore my one child | S2 |
| Detested and defied th' most Catholic King | L3 |
| Philip He trusted of her grace and cause | D |
| She had the nation following suit he deemed | S2 |
| 'T was whisper'd ay and Raleigh and Francis Drake | L2 |
| No less the event of battle doubtfuller | G2 |
| Than English tongue might own the peril dread | S2 |
| As ought in this world ever can be deemed | S2 |
| That is not yet past praying for | G2 |
| So far | G2 |
| So good As birds awaked do stretch their wings | D |
| The ships did stretch forth sail full clad they towered | S2 |
| And right into the sunset went hull down | O3 |
| E'en with the sun | X |
| To us in twilight left | S2 |
| Glory being over came despondent thought | S2 |
| That mocked men's eager act From many a hill | A3 |
| As if the land complained to Heaven they sent | S2 |
| A towering shaft of murky incense high | H |
| Livid with black despair in lieu of praise | D |
| The green wood hissed at every beacon's edge | P3 |
| That widen'd fear The smell of pitchpots fled | S2 |
| Far over the field and tongues of fire leaped up | S |
| Ay till all England woke and knew and wailed | S2 |
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| But we i' the night through that detested reek | Q3 |
| Rode eastward Every mariner's voice was given | X |
| 'Gainst any fear for the western shires The cry | H |
| Was all 'They sail for Calais roads and thence | D |
| The goal is London ' | - |
| Nought slept man nor beast | S2 |
| Ravens and rooks flew forth and with black wings | D |
| Affrighted swept our eyes Pale eddying moths | D |
| Came by in crowds and whirled them on the flames | D |
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| We rode till pierced those beacon fires the shafts | D |
| O' the sun and their red smouldering ashes dulled | S2 |
| Beside them scorched smoke blackened weary leaned | S2 |
| Men that had fed them dropped their tired arms | D |
| And dozed | S2 |
| And also through that day we rode | S2 |
| Till reapers at their nooning sat awhile | M3 |
| On the shady side of corn shocks all the talk | R3 |
| Of high of low or them that went or stayed | S2 |
| Determined but unhopeful desperate | S2 |
| To strike a blow for England ere she fell | S3 |
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| And ever loomed the Spaniard to our thought | S2 |
| Still waxed the fame of that great Armament | S2 |
| New horsemen joining swelled it more and more | G2 |
| Their bulky ship galleons having five decks | D |
| Zabraes pataches galleys of Portugal | T3 |
| Caravels rowed with oars their galliasses | D |
| Vast and complete with chapels chambers towers | D |
| And in the said ships of free mariners | D |
| Eight thousand and of slaves two thousand more | G2 |
| An army twenty thousand strong O then | H3 |
| Of culverin of double culverin | H3 |
| Ordnance and arms all furniture of war | G2 |
| Victual and last their fierceness and great spleen | H3 |
| Willing to founder burn split wreck themselves | D |
| But they would land fight overcome and reign | H3 |
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| Then would we count up England Set by theirs | D |
| Her fleet as walnut shells And a few pikes | D |
| Stored in the belfries and a few brave men | H3 |
| For wielding them But as the morning wore | G2 |
| And we went ever eastward ever on | H3 |
| Poured forth poured down a marching multitude | S2 |
| With stir about the towns and waggons rolled | S2 |
| With offerings for the army and the fleet | S2 |
| Then to our hearts valour crept home again | H3 |
| The loath d name of Alva fanning it | S2 |
| Alva who did convert from our old faith | U3 |
| With many a black deed done for a white cause | D |
| So spake they erewhile to it dedicate | S2 |
| Them whom not death could change nor fire nor sword | S2 |
| To thirst for his undoing | L3 |
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| Ay as I am a Christian man our thirst | S2 |
| Was comparable with Queen Mary's All | W |
| The talk was of confounding heretics | D |
| The heretics the Spaniards Yet methought | S2 |
| 'O their great multitude Not harbour room | V3 |
| On our long coast for that great multitude | S2 |
| They land for who can let them give us battle | T3 |
| And after give us burial Who but they | D |
| For he that liveth shall be flying north | R |
| To bear off wife and child Our very graves | D |
| Shall Spaniards dig and in the daisied grass | D |
| Trample them down ' | - |
| Ay whoso will be brave | W3 |
| Let him be brave beforehand After th' event | S2 |
| If by good pleasure of God it go as then | H3 |
| He shall be brave an' liketh him I say | D |
| Was no man but that deadly peril feared | S2 |
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| Nights riding two Scant rest Days riding three | G2 |
| Then Foulkstone Need is none to tell all forth | R |
| The gathering stores and men the charter'd ship | J3 |
| That I with two my friends got ready for sea | G2 |
| Ready she was so many another small | W |
| But nimble and we sailing hugged the shore | G2 |
| Scarce venturing out so Drake had willed a league | X3 |
| And running westward aye as best we might | S2 |
| When suddenly behold them | Z |
| On they rocked | S2 |
| Majestical slow sailing with the wind | S2 |
| O such a sight O such a sight mine eyes | D |
| Never shall you see more | G2 |
| In crescent form | Y3 |
| A vasty crescent nigh two leagues across | D |
| From horn to horn the lesser ships within | H3 |
| The great without they did bestride as 't were | G2 |
| And make a township on the narrow seas | D |
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| It was about the point of dawn and light | S2 |
| All grey the sea and ghostly grey the ships | D |
| And after in the offing rocked our fleet | S2 |
| Having lain quiet in the summer dark | Z3 |
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| O then methought 'Flash blessed gold of dawn | H3 |
| And touch the topsails of our Admiral | T3 |
| That he may after guide an emulous flock | A4 |
| Old England's innocent white bleating lambs | D |
| Let Spain within a pike's length hear them bleat | S2 |
| Delivering of their pretty talk in a tongue | B4 |
| Whose meaning cries not for interpreter ' | - |
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| And while I spoke their topsails friend and foe | O2 |
| Glittered and there was noise of guns pale smoke | C4 |
| Lagged after curdling on the sun fleck'd main | H3 |
| And after that What after that my soul | U2 |
| Who ever saw weakling white butterflies | D |
| Chasing of gallant swans and charging them | Z |
| And spitting at them long red streaks of flame | G |
| We saw the ships of England even so | O2 |
| As in my vaunting wish that mocked itself | D4 |
| With 'Fool O fool to brag at the edge of loss ' | - |
| We saw the ships of England even so | O2 |
| Run at the Spaniards on a wind lay to | S2 |
| Bespatter them with hail of battle then | H3 |
| Take their prerogative of nimble steerage | P3 |
| Fly off and ere the enemy heavy in hand | S2 |
| Delivered his reply to the wasteful wave | W3 |
| That made its grave of foam race out of range | P3 |
| Then tack and crowd all sail and after them | Z |
| Again | H3 |
| So harassed they that mighty foe | O2 |
| Moving in all its bravery to the east | S2 |
| And some were fine with pictures of the saints | D |
| Angels with flying hair and peak d wings | D |
| And high red crosses wrought upon their sails | D |
| From every mast brave flag or ensign flew | S2 |
| And their long silken pennons serpented | S2 |
| Loose to the morning And the galley slaves | D |
| Albeit their chains did clink sang at the oar | G2 |
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| The sea was striped e'en like a tiger skin | H3 |
| With wide ship wakes | D |
| And many cried amazed | S2 |
| 'What means their patience ' | - |
| 'Lo you ' others said | S2 |
| 'They pay with fear for their great costliness | D |
| Some of their costliest needs must other guard | S2 |
| Once guarded and in port look to yourselves | D |
| They count one hundred and fifty It behoves | D |
| Better they suffer this long running fight | S2 |
| Better for them than that they give us battle | T3 |
| And so delay the shelter of their roads | D |
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| 'Two of their caravels we sank and one | H3 |
| Fouled with her consort in the rigging took | E4 |
| Ere she could catch the wind when she rode free | G2 |
| And we have riddled many a sail and split | S2 |
| Of spars a score or two What then To morrow | O2 |
| They look to straddle across the strait and hold | S2 |
| Having aye Calais for a shelter hold | S2 |
| Our ships in fight To morrow shall give account | S2 |
| For our to day They will not we pass north | R |
| To meddle with Parma's flotilla their hope | F4 |
| Being Parma and a convoy they would be | G2 |
| For his flat boats that bode invasion to us | D |
| And if he reach to London ruin defeat ' | - |
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| Three fleets the sun went down on theirs of fame | G |
| Th' Armada After space old England's few | S2 |
| And after that our dancing cockle shells | D |
| The volunteers They took some pride in us | D |
| For we were nimble and we brought them powder | G2 |
| Shot weapons They were short of these Ill found | S2 |
| Ill found The bitter fruit of evil thrift | S2 |
| But while obsequious darting here and there | G2 |
| We took their messages from ship to ship | J3 |
| From ship to shore the moving majesties | D |
| Made Calais Roads cast anchor all their less | D |
| In the middle ward their greater ships outside | S2 |
| Impregnable castles fearing not assault | S2 |
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| So did we read their thought and read it wrong | G4 |
| While after the running fight we rode at ease | D |
| For many as is the way of Englishmen | H3 |
| Having made light of our stout deeds and light | S2 |
| O' the effects proceeding saw these spread | S2 |
| To view The Spanish Admiral's mighty host | S2 |
| Albeit not broken harass'd | S2 |
| Some did tow | O2 |
| Others that we had plagued disabled rent | S2 |
| Many full heavily damaged made their berths | D |
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| Then did the English anchor out of range | P3 |
| To close was not their wisdom with such foe | O2 |
| Rather to chase him following in the rear | G2 |
| Ay truly they were giants in our eyes | D |
| And in our own They took scant heed of us | D |
| And we looked on and knew not what to think | H4 |
| Only that we were lost men a lost Isle | M3 |
| In every Spaniard's mind both great and small | W |
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| But no such thought had place in Howard's soul | U2 |
| And when 't was dark and all their sails were furled | S2 |
| When the wind veered a few points to the west | S2 |
| And the tide turned ruffling along the roads | D |
| He sent eight fireships forging down to them | Z |
| - | |
| Terrible Terrible | T3 |
| Blood red pillars of reek | Q3 |
| They looked on that vast host and troubled it | S2 |
| As on th' Egyptian host One looked of old | S2 |
| - | |
| Then all the heavens were rent with a great cry | H |
| The red avengers went right on right on | H3 |
| For none could let them then was ruin reek flame | G |
| Against th' unwieldy huge leviathans | D |
| They drave they fell upon them as wild beasts | D |
| And all together they did plunge and grind | S2 |
| Their reefed sails set a blazing these flew loose | D |
| And forth like banners of destruction sped | S2 |
| It was to look on as the body of hell | S3 |
| Seething and some their cables cut ran foul | I4 |
| Of one the other while the ruddy fire | G2 |
| Sped on aloft One ship was stranded One | H3 |
| Foundered and went down burning all the sea | D |
| Red as an angry sunset was made fell | S3 |
| With smoke and blazing spars that rode upright | S2 |
| For as the fireships burst they scattered forth | R |
| Full dangerous wreckage All the sky they scored | S2 |
| With flying sails and rocking masts and yards | D |
| Licked of long flames And flitting tinder sank | J4 |
| In eddies on the plagued mixed mob of ships | D |
| That cared no more for harbour and were fain | H3 |
| At any hazard to be forth and leave | D3 |
| Their berths in the blood red haze | D |
| - | |
| It was at twelve | K4 |
| O' the clock when this fell out for as the eight | S2 |
| Were towed and left upon the friendly tide | S2 |
| To stalk like evil angels over the deep | B3 |
| And stare upon the Spaniards we did hear | G2 |
| Their midnight bells It was at morning dawn | H3 |
| After our mariners thus had harried them | Z |
| I looked my last upon their fleet and all | W |
| That night had cut their cables put to sea | D |
| And scattering wide towards the Flemish coast | S2 |
| Did seem to make for Greveline | H3 |
| - | |
| As for us | D |
| The captains told us off to wait on them | Z |
| Bearers of wounded enemies and friends | D |
| Bearers of messages bearers of store | G2 |
| - | |
| We saw not ought but heard enough we heard | S2 |
| And God be thanked of that long scattering chase | D |
| And driving of Sidonia from his hope | F4 |
| Parma who could not ought without his ships | D |
| And looked for them to break the Dutch blockade | S2 |
| He meanwhile chafing lion like in his lair | G2 |
| We heard and he for all one summer day | S2 |
| Fenning and Drake and Raynor Fenton Cross | D |
| And more by Greveline where they once again | H3 |
| Did get the wind o' the Spaniards noise of guns | D |
| For coming with the wind wielding themselves | D |
| Which way they listed while in close array | S2 |
| The Spaniards stood but on defence our own | H3 |
| Went at them charged them high and charged them sore | G2 |
| And gave them broadside after broadside Ay | S2 |
| Till all the shot was spent both great and small | W |
| It failed and in regard of that same want | S2 |
| They thought it not convenient to pursue | D |
| Their vessels farther | G2 |
| They were huge withal | W |
| And might not be encountered one to one | H3 |
| But close conjoined they fought and poured great store | G2 |
| Of ordnance at our ships though many of theirs | D |
| Shot thorow and thorow scarce might keep afloat | S2 |
| - | |
| Many were captured fighting many sank | J4 |
| This news they brought returned perforce and left | S2 |
| The Spaniards forging north Themselves did watch | L4 |
| The river mouth till Howard his new store | G2 |
| Gathered encounter coveting once more | G2 |
| Made after them with Drake | L2 |
| And lo the wind | S2 |
| Got up to help us He yet flying north | R |
| Their doughty Admiral made all his wake | L2 |
| To smoke and would not end to fight but strewed | S2 |
| The ocean with his wreckage And the wind | S2 |
| Drave him before it and the storm was fell | W |
| And he went up to th' uncouth northern sea | D |
| There did our mariners leave him Then did joy | P3 |
| Run like a sunbeam over the land and joy | P3 |
| Rule in the stout heart of a regnant Queen | H3 |
| - | |
| But now the counsel came 'Every man home | T |
| For after Scotland rounded when he curves | D |
| Southward and all the batter'd armament | S2 |
| What hinders on our undefended coast | S2 |
| To land where'er he listeth Every man | H3 |
| Home ' | - |
| And we mounted and did open forth | R |
| Like a great fan to east to north to west | S2 |
| And rumour met us flying filtering | L3 |
| Down through the border News of wicked joy | P3 |
| The wreckers rich in the Faroes and the Isles | D |
| Orkney and all the clansmen full of gear | G2 |
| Gathered from helpless mariners tempted in | H3 |
| To their undoing while a treacherous crew | D |
| Let the storm work upon their lives its will | W |
| Spoiled them and gathered all their riches up | S |
| Then did they meet like fate from Irish kernes | D |
| Who dealt with them according to their wont | S2 |
| - | |
| In a great storm of wind that tore green leaves | D |
| And dashed them wet upon me came I home | T |
| Then greeted me my dame and Rosamund | S2 |
| Our one dear child the heir of these my fields | D |
| That I should sigh to think it There no more | G2 |
| - | |
| Being right weary I betook me straight | S2 |
| To longed for sleep and I did dream and dream | M4 |
| Through all that dolourous storm though noise of guns | D |
| Daunted the country in the moonless night | S2 |
| Yet sank I deep and deeper in the dream | M4 |
| And took my fill of rest | S2 |
| A voice a touch | P |
| 'Wake ' Lo my wife beside me her wet hair | G2 |
| She wrung with her wet hands and cried 'A ship | J3 |
| I have been down the beach O pitiful | W |
| A Spanish ship ashore between the rocks | D |
| And none to guide our people Wake ' | - |
| Then I | H |
| Raised on mine elbow looked it was high day | S2 |
| In the windy pother seas came in like smoke | C4 |
| That blew among the trees as fine small rain | H3 |
| And then the broken water sun besprent | S2 |
| Glitter'd fell back and showed her high and fast | S2 |
| A caravel a pinnace that methought | S2 |
| To some great ship had longed her hap alone | H3 |
| Of all that multitude it was to drive | N4 |
| Between this land of England her right foe | O2 |
| And that most cruel where for all their faith | U3 |
| Was one no drop of water mote they drink | H4 |
| For love of God nor love of gold | S2 |
| I rose | D |
| And hasted I was soon among the folk | C4 |
| But late for work The crew spent faint and bruised | S2 |
| Saved for the most part of our men lay prone | H3 |
| In grass and women served them bread and mead | S2 |
| Other the sea laid decently alone | H3 |
| Ready for burial And a litter stood | S2 |
| In shade Upon it lying a goodly man | H3 |
| The govourner or the captain as it seemed | S2 |
| Dead in his stiff gold broider'd bravery | D |
| And epaulet and sword They must have loved | S2 |
| That man for many had died to bring him in | H3 |
| Their boats stove in were stranded here and there | G2 |
| In one but how I know not brought they him | O4 |
| And he was laid upon a folded flag | P4 |
| Many times doubled for his greater ease | D |
| That was our thought and we made signs to them | Z |
| He should have sepulture But when they knew | D |
| They must needs leave him for some marched them off | Q4 |
| For more safe custody they made great moan | H3 |
| - | |
| After with two my neighbours drawing nigh | H |
| One of them touched the Spaniard's hand and said | S2 |
| 'Dead is he but not cold ' the other then | H3 |
| 'Nay in good truth methinks he be not dead ' | - |
| Again the first 'An' if he breatheth yet | S2 |
| He lies at his last gasp ' And this went off | Q4 |
| And left us two that by the litter stayed | S2 |
| Looking on one another and we looked | S2 |
| For neither willed to speak and yet looked on | H3 |
| Then would he have me know the meet was fixed | S2 |
| For nine o' the clock and to be brief with you | D |
| He left me And I had the Spaniard home | T |
| What other could be done I had him home | T |
| Men on his litter bare him set him down | H3 |
| In a fair chamber that was nigh the hall | W |
| - | |
| And yet he waked not from his deathly swoon | H3 |
| Albeit my wife did try her skill and now | H3 |
| Bad lay him on a bed when lo the folds | D |
| Of that great ensign covered store of gold | S2 |
| Rich Spanish ducats raiment Moorish blades | D |
| Chased in right goodly wise and missals rare | G2 |
| And other gear I locked it for my part | S2 |
| Into an armoury and that fair flag | P4 |
| While we did talk full low till he should end | S2 |
| Spread over him Methought the man shall die | H |
| Under his country's colours he was brave | W3 |
| His deadly wound to that doth testify | H |
| - | |
| And when 't was seemly order'd Rosamund | S2 |
| My daughter who had looked not yet on death | T2 |
| Came in a face all marvel pity and dread | S2 |
| Lying against her shoulder sword long flowers | D |
| White hollyhocks to cross upon his breast | S2 |
| Slowly she turned as of that sight afeard | S2 |
| But while with daunted heart she moved anigh | H |
| His eyelids quiver'd quiver'd then the lip | J3 |
| And he reviving with a sob looked up | S |
| And set on her the midnight of his eyes | D |
| - | |
| Then she in act to place the burial gift | S2 |
| Bending above him and her flaxen hair | G2 |
| Fall'n to her hand drew back and stood upright | S2 |
| Comely and tall her innocent fair face | D |
| Cover'd with blushes more of joy than shame | G |
| 'Father ' she cried 'O father I am glad | S2 |
| Look you the enemy liveth ' ''T is enough | H |
| My maiden ' quoth her mother 'thou may'st forth | R |
| But say an Av first for him with me ' | - |
| - | |
| Then they with hands upright at foot o' his bed | S2 |
| Knelt his dark dying eyes at gaze on them | Z |
| Till as I think for wonder at them more | G2 |
| Than for his proper strength he could not die | S2 |
| - | |
| So in obedient wise my daughter risen | H3 |
| And going let a smile of comforting cheer | G2 |
| Lift her sweet lip and that was all of her | G2 |
| For many a night and day that he beheld | S2 |
| - | |
| And then withal my dame a leech of skill | W |
| Tended the Spaniard fain to heal his wound | S2 |
| Her women aiding at their best And he | D |
| 'Twixt life and death awaken'd in the night | S2 |
| Full oft in his own tongue would make his moan | H3 |
| And when he whisper'd any word I knew | D |
| If I was present for to pleasure him | O4 |
| Then made I repetition of the same | G |
| 'Cordova ' quoth he faintly 'Cordova ' | - |
| 'T was the first word he mutter'd 'Ay we know ' | - |
| Quoth I 'the stoutness of that fight ye made | S2 |
| Against the Moors and their Mahometry | G2 |
| And dispossess'd the men of fame the fierce | D |
| Khalifs of Cordova thy home belike | P4 |
| Thy city A fair city Cordova ' | - |
| - | |
| Then after many days while his wound healed | S2 |
| He with abundant seemly sign set forth | R |
| His thanks but as for language had we none | H3 |
| And oft he strove and failed to let us know | O2 |
| Some wish he had but could not so a week | P4 |
| Two weeks went by Then Rosamund my girl | W |
| Hearing her mother plain on this she saith | R |
| 'So please you madam show the enemy | D |
| A Psalter in our English tongue and fetch | R4 |
| And give him that same book my father found | S2 |
| Wrapped in the ensign Are they not the same | G |
| Those holy words The Spaniard being devout | S2 |
| He needs must know them ' | - |
| 'Peace thou pretty fool | W |
| Is this a time to teach an alien tongue ' | - |
| Her mother made for answer 'He is sick | P4 |
| The Spaniard ' 'Cry you mercy ' quoth my girl | W |
| 'But I did think 't were easy to let show | O2 |
| How both the Psalters are of meaning like | P4 |
| If he know Latin and 't is like he doth | R |
| So might he choose a verse to tell his thought ' | - |
| - | |
| Then said I ay I did 'The girl shall try ' | - |
| And straight I took her to the Spaniard's side | S2 |
| And he admiring at her all his face | D |
| Changed to a joy that almost showed as fear | G2 |
| So innocent holy she did look so grave | H |
| Her pitiful eyes | D |
| She sat beside his bed | S2 |
| He covered with the ensign yet and took | P4 |
| And showed the Psalters both and she did speak | P4 |
| Her English words but gazing was enough | H |
| For him at her sweet dimple her blue eyes | D |
| That shone her English blushes Rosamund | S2 |
| My beautiful dear child He did but gaze | D |
| And not perceive her meaning till she touched | S2 |
| His hand and in her Psalter showed the word | S2 |
| - | |
| Then was all light to him he laughed for joy | P3 |
| And took the Latin Missal O full soon | H3 |
| Alas how soon one read the other's thought | S2 |
| Before she left him she had learned his name | G |
| Alonzo told him hers and found the care | G2 |
| Made night and day uneasy Cordova | H |
| There dwelt his father there his kin nor knew | D |
| Whether he lived or died whether in thrall | W |
| To the Islanders for lack of ransom pined | S2 |
| Or rued the galling yoke of slavery | D |
| - | |
| So did he cast him on our kindness I | S2 |
| And care not who may know it I was kind | S2 |
| And for that our stout Queen did think foul scorn | H3 |
| To kill the Spanish prisoners and to guard | S2 |
| So many could not liefer being to rid | S2 |
| Our country of them than to spite their own | H3 |
| I made him as I might that matter learn | H3 |
| Eking scant Latin with my daughter's wit | S2 |
| And told him men let forth and driven forth | R |
| Did crowd our harbours for the ports of Spain | H3 |
| By one of whom he with good aid of mine | H3 |
| Should let his tidings go and I plucked forth | R |
| His ducats that a meet reward might be | D |
| Then he the water standing in his eyes | D |
| Made old King David's words due thanks convey | H |
| - | |
| Then Rosamund this all made plain arose | D |
| And curtsey'd to the Spaniard Ah methinks | D |
| I yet behold her gracious innocent | S2 |
| And flaxen haired and blushing maidenly | W |
| When turning she retired and his black eyes | D |
| That hunger'd after her did follow on | H3 |
| And I bethought me 'Thou shalt see no more | G2 |
| Thou goodly enemy my one ewe lamb ' | - |
| - | |
| O I would make short work of this The wound | S2 |
| Healed and the Spaniard rose then could he stand | S2 |
| And then about his chamber walk at ease | D |
| - | |
| Now we had counsell'd how to have him home | T |
| And that same trading vessel beating up | S |
| The Irish Channel at my will that same | G |
| I charter'd for to serve me in the war | G2 |
| Next was I minded should mine enemy | D |
| Deliver to his father and his land | S2 |
| Daily we looked for her till in our cove | H |
| Upon that morn when first the Spaniard walked | S2 |
| Behold her rocking and I hasted down | H3 |
| And left him waiting in the house | D |
| Woe 's me | D |
| All being ready speed I home and lo | W |
| My Rosamund that by the Spaniard sat | S2 |
| Upon a cushion'd settle book in hand | S2 |
| I needs must think how in the deep alcove | H |
| Thick chequer'd shadows of the window glass | D |
| Did fall across her kirtle and her locks | D |
| For I did see her thus no more | G2 |
| She held | S2 |
| Her Psalter and he his and slowly read | S2 |
| Till he would stop her at the needed word | S2 |
| 'O well is thee ' she read my Rosamund | S2 |
| 'O well is thee and happy shalt thou be | D |
| Thy wife ' and there he stopped her and he took | P4 |
| And kissed her hand and show'd in 's own a ring | P4 |
| Taking no heed of me no heed at all | W |
| - | |
| Then I burst forth the choler red i' my face | D |
| When I did see her blush and put it on | H3 |
| 'Give me ' quoth I and Rosamund afraid | S2 |
| Gave me the ring I set my heel on it | S2 |
| Crushed it and sent the rubies scattering forth | R |
| And did in righteous anger storm at him | O4 |
| 'What what ' quoth I 'before her father's eyes | D |
| Thou universal villain thou ingrate | S2 |
| Thou enemy whom I shelter'd fed restored | S2 |
| Most basest of mankind ' And Rosamund | S2 |
| Arisen her forehead pressed against mine arm | S4 |
| And 'Father ' cries she 'father ' | - |
| And I stormed | S2 |
| At him while in his Spanish he replied | S2 |
| As one would speak me fair 'Thou Spanish hound ' | - |
| 'Father ' she pleaded 'Alien vile ' quoth I | S2 |
| 'Plucked from the death wilt thou repay me thus | D |
| It is but three times thou hast set thine eyes | D |
| On this my daughter ' 'Father ' moans my girl | W |
| And I not willing to be so withstood | S2 |
| Spoke roughly to her Then the Spaniard's eyes | D |
| Blazed then he stormed at me in his own tongue | P4 |
| And all his Spanish arrogance and pride | S2 |
| Broke witless on my wrathful English Then | H3 |
| He let me know for I perceived it well | W |
| He reckon'd him mine equal thought foul scorn | H3 |
| Of my displeasure and was wroth with me | D |
| As I with him 'Father ' sighed Rosamund | S2 |
| 'Go get thee to thy mother girl ' quoth I | S2 |
| And slowly slowly she betook herself | H |
| Down the long hall in lowly wise she went | S2 |
| And made her moans | D |
| But when my girl was gone | H3 |
| I stood at fault th' occasion master'd me | D |
| Belike it master'd him for both felt mute | S2 |
| I calmed me and he calmed him as he might | S2 |
| For I bethought me I was yet an host | S2 |
| And he bethought him on the worthiness | D |
| Of my first deeds | D |
| So made I sign to him | O4 |
| The tide was up and soon I had him forth | R |
| Delivered him his goods commended him | O4 |
| To the captain o' the vessel then plucked off | H |
| My hat in seemly fashion taking leave | H |
| And he was not outdone but every way | H |
| Gave me respect and on the deck we two | D |
| Parted as I did hope to meet no more | G2 |
| - | |
| Alas my Rosamund my Rosamund | S2 |
| She did not weep no Plain upon me no | W |
| Her eyes mote well have lost the trick of tears | D |
| As new washed flowers shake off the down dropt rain | H3 |
| And make denial of it yet more blue | D |
| And fair of favour afterward so they | H |
| The wild woodrose was not more fresh of blee | D |
| Than her soft dimpled cheek but I beheld | S2 |
| Come home a token hung about her neck | P4 |
| Sparkling upon her bosom for his sake | P4 |
| Her love the Spaniard she denied it not | S2 |
| All unaware good sooth such love was bale | D |
| - | |
| And all that day went like another day | S2 |
| Ay all the next then was I glad at heart | S2 |
| Methought 'I am glad thou wilt not waste thy youth | R |
| Upon an alien man mine enemy | D |
| Thy nation's enemy In truth in truth | R |
| This likes me very well My most dear child | S2 |
| Forget yon grave dark mariner The Lord | S2 |
| Everlasting ' I besought 'bring it to pass ' | - |
| - | |
| Stealeth a darker day within my hall | D |
| A winter day of wind and driving foam | T |
| They tell me that my girl is sick and yet | S2 |
| Not very sick I may not hour by hour | G2 |
| More than one watching of a moon that wanes | D |
| Make chronicle of change A parlous change | P3 |
| When he looks back to that same moon at full | D |
| - | |
| Ah ah methought 't will pass It did not pass | D |
| Though never she made moan I saw the rings | D |
| Drop from her small white wasted hand And I | S2 |
| Her father tamed of grief I would have given | H3 |
| My land my name to have her as of old | S2 |
| Ay Rosamund I speak of with the small | D |
| White face Ay Rosamund O near as white | S2 |
| And mournfuller by much her mother dear | G2 |
| Drooped by her couch and while of hope and fear | G2 |
| Lifted or left as by a changeful tide | S2 |
| We thought 'The girl is better ' or we thought | S2 |
| 'The girl will die ' that jewel from her neck | P4 |
| She drew and prayed me send it to her love | H |
| A token she was true e'en to the end | S2 |
| What matter'd now But whom to send and how | H3 |
| To reach the man I found an old poor priest | S2 |
| Some peril 't was for him and me she writ | S2 |
| My pretty Rosamund her heart's farewell | D |
| She kissed the letter and that old poor priest | S2 |
| Who had eaten of my bread and shelter'd him | O4 |
| Under my roof in troublous times he took | P4 |
| And to content her on this errand went | S2 |
| While she as done with earth did wait the end | S2 |
| - | |
| Mankind bemoan them on the bitterness | D |
| Of death Nay rather let them chide the grief | H |
| Of living chide the waste of mother love | H |
| For babes that joy to get away to God | S2 |
| The waste of work and moil and thought and thrift | S2 |
| And father love for sons that heed it not | S2 |
| And daughters lost and gone Ay let them chide | S2 |
| These Yet I chide not That which I have done | H3 |
| Was rightly done and what thereon befell | D |
| Could make no right a wrong e'en were 't to do | S2 |
| Again | H3 |
| I will be brief The days drag on | H3 |
| My soul forebodes her death my lonely age | P3 |
| Once I despondent in the moaning wood | S2 |
| Look out and lo a caravel at sea | D |
| A man that climbs the rock and presently | D |
| The Spaniard | S2 |
| I did greet him proud no more | G2 |
| He had braved durance as I knew ay death | R |
| To land on th' Island soil In broken words | D |
| Of English he did ask me how she fared | S2 |
| Quoth I 'She is dying Spaniard Rosamund | S2 |
| My girl will die ' but he is fain saith he | D |
| To talk with her and all his mind to speak | P4 |
| I answer 'Ay my whilome enemy | D |
| But she is dying ' 'Nay now nay ' quoth he | D |
| 'So be she liveth ' and he moved me yet | S2 |
| For answer then quoth I 'Come life come death | R |
| What thou wilt say ' | - |
| Soon made we Rosamund | S2 |
| Aware she lying on the settle wan | H3 |
| As a lily in the shade and while she not | S2 |
| Believed for marvelling comes he roundly in | H3 |
| The tall grave Spaniard and with but one smile | D |
| One look of ruth upon her small pale face | D |
| All slowly as with unaccustom'd mouth | R |
| Betakes him to that English he hath conned | S2 |
| Setting the words out plain | H3 |
| 'Child Rosamund | S2 |
| Love An so please thee I would be thy man | H3 |
| By all the saints will I be good to thee | D |
| Come ' | - |
| Come what think you would she come Ay ay | S2 |
| They love us but our love is not their life | H |
| For the dark mariner's love lived Rosamund | S2 |
| Soon for his kiss she bloomed smiled for his smile | D |
| The Spaniard reaped e'en as th' Evangel saith | D |
| And bore in 's bosom forth my golden sheaf | H |
| She loved her father and her mother well | D |
| But loved the Spaniard better It was sad | S2 |
| To part but she did part and it was far | G2 |
| To go but she did go The priest was brought | S2 |
| The ring was bless'd that bound my Rosamund | S2 |
| She sailed and I shall never see her more | G2 |
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| One soweth and another reapeth Ay | S2 |
| Too true too true | S2 |
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