The False Knight's Tragedy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFG HIB JKHK FGLG MCNC NOMP BQRQ BSTS EBUB VWXW YQTQ ZA2NA2 B2C2D2C2 E2BF2B BBG2B H2BH2B I2F2J2F2 PPPP K2CL2C SCM2C PN2O2P2 Q2CM2C R2BKB BPS2PA false knight wooed a maiden poor | A |
And his high halls left he | B |
To stoop in at her cottage door | C |
When night left none to see | B |
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And well a day it is a tale | D |
For pity too severe | E |
A tale would melt the sternest eye | F |
And wake the deafest ear | G |
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He stole her heart he stole her love | H |
'T was all the wealth she had | I |
Her truth and fame likewise stole he | B |
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And they rode on and they rode on | J |
Far on this pair did ride | K |
Till the maiden's heart with fear and love | H |
Beat quick against her side | K |
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And on they rode till rocks grew high | F |
Sir Knight what have we here | G |
Unsaddle maid for here we stop | L |
And death's tongue smote her ear | G |
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Some ruffian rude she took him now | M |
And wished she'd barred the door | C |
Nor was it one that she could read | N |
Of having heard before | C |
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Thou art not my true love she said | N |
But some rude robber loon | O |
He'd take me from the saddle bow | M |
Nor leave me to get down | P |
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I ne'er was your true love said he | B |
For I'm more bold than true | Q |
Though I'm the knight that came at dark | R |
To kiss and toy with you | Q |
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I know you're not my love said she | B |
That came at night and wooed | S |
Although ye try and mock his speech | T |
His way was ne'er so rude | S |
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He ne'er said word but called me dear | E |
And dear he is to me | B |
Ye spake as ye ne'er knew the word | U |
Rude ruffian as ye be | B |
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Ye never was my knight I trow | V |
Ye pay me no regard | W |
But he would take my arm in his | X |
If we but went a yard | W |
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No matter whose true love I am | Y |
I'm more than true to you | Q |
For I'll ne'er wed a shepherd wench | T |
Although I came to woo | Q |
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And on to the rock's top they walked | Z |
Till they stood o'er the salt sea's brim | A2 |
And there said he 's your bridal bed | N |
Where you may sink or swim | A2 |
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A moonbeam shone upon his face | B2 |
The maid sunk at his feet | C2 |
For 't was her own false love she saw | D2 |
That once so fond did greet | C2 |
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And did ye promise love for this | E2 |
Is the grave my priest to be | B |
And did ye bring this silken dress | F2 |
To wed me with the sea | B |
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O never mind your dress quoth he | B |
'T is well to dress for sea | B |
Mermaids will love to see you fine | G2 |
Your bridesmaids they will be | B |
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O let me cast this gown away | H2 |
It's brought no good to me | B |
And if my mother greets my clay | H2 |
Too wretched will she be | B |
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For she for my sad sake would keep | I2 |
This guilty bridal dress | F2 |
To break and tell her bursting heart | J2 |
She had a daughter less | F2 |
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So off she threw her bridal gown | P |
Likewise her gold clasped shoon | P |
His looks frowned hard as any stone | P |
Hers pale turned as the moon | P |
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O false false knight you've wrapped me warm | K2 |
Ere I was cold before | C |
And now you strip me unto death | L2 |
Although I'm out of door | C |
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O dash away those thistles rude | S |
That crowd about the shore | C |
They'll wound my tender feet that ne'er | M2 |
Went barefoot thus before | C |
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O dash those stinging nettles down | P |
And cut away the brier | N2 |
For deep they wound those lily arms | O2 |
Which you did once admire | P2 |
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And he nor briers nor thistles cut | Q2 |
Although she grieved full sore | C |
And he nor shed one single tear | M2 |
Nor kiss took evermore | C |
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She shrieked and sank and is at rest | R2 |
All in the deep deep sea | B |
And home in base and scornful pride | K |
With haunted heart rode he | B |
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Now o'er that rock there hangs a tree | B |
And chains do creak thereon | P |
And in those chains his memory hangs | S2 |
Though all beside is gone | P |
John Clare
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