The Troubadour. Canto 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEFGGGGHH IJGGKKLLMMGGNOAAPPHH QQGGQQAANNRRGGGGSGSG TTUUGGQQVVQQTT VWQQGGUUXYQQZZA2B2HH KKQQQQAAC2QQQD2D2GAG A GGQQQQUUTTQVQVUURRQQ GGA2E2GGF2F2GGQGQGAA G2G2QQH2H2HHQQZZ I2J2VVQQQQA2A2K2K2VV QQQQL2L2 KKQQGG M2M2QQVVQQQQQKQQN2N2 QQQQGGQQQQ QQGGQCALL to mind your loveliest dream | A |
When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream | A |
When your pillow is made of the violet | B |
And over your head the branches are met | C |
Of a lime tree cover'd with bloom and bees | D |
When the roses' breath is on the breeze | D |
When odours and light on your eyelids press | E |
With summer's delicious idleness | F |
And upon you some shadowy likeness may glance | G |
Of the faery banks of the bright Durance | G |
Just where at first its current flows | G |
'Mid willows and its own white rose | G |
Its clear and early tide or ere | H |
A shade save trees its waters bear | H |
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The sun like an Indian king has left | I |
To that fair river a royal gift | J |
Of gold and purple no longer shines | G |
His broad red disk o'er that forest of pines | G |
Sweeping beneath the burning sky | K |
Like a death black ocean whose billows lie | K |
Dreaming dark dreams of storm in their sleep | L |
When the wings of the tempest shall over them sweep | L |
And with its towers cleaving the red | M |
Of the sunset clouds and its shadow spread | M |
Like a cloak before it darkening the ranks | G |
Of the light young trees on the river's banks | G |
And ending there as the waters shone | N |
Too bright for shadows to rest upon | O |
A castle stands whose windows gleam | A |
Like the golden flash of a noon lit stream | A |
Seen through the lily and water flags' screen | P |
Just so shine those panes through the ivy green | P |
A curtain to shut out sun and air | H |
Which the work of years has woven there | H |
But not in the lighted pomp of the west | Q |
Looks the evening its loveliest | Q |
Enter yon turret and round you gaze | G |
On what the twilight east displays | G |
One star pure clear as if it shed | Q |
The dew on each young flower's head | Q |
And like a beauty of southern clime | A |
Her veil thrown back for the first time | A |
Pale timid as she feared to own | N |
Her claim upon the midnight throne | N |
Shows the fair moon her crescent sign | R |
Beneath in many a serpentine | R |
The river wanders chesnut trees | G |
Spread their old boughs o'er cottages | G |
Where the low roofs and porticoes | G |
Are cover'd with the Provence rose | G |
And there are vineyards none might view | S |
The fruit o'er which the foliage weaves | G |
And olive groves pale as the dew | S |
Crusted its silver o'er the leaves | G |
And there the castle garden lay | T |
With tints in beautiful array | T |
Its dark green walks its fountains falling | U |
Its tame birds to each other calling | U |
The peacock with its orient rings | G |
The silver pheasant's gleaming wings | G |
And on the breeze rich odours sent | Q |
Sweet messages as if they meant | Q |
To rouse each sleeping sense to all | V |
The loveliness of evening's fall | V |
That lonely turret is it not | Q |
A minstrel's own peculiar spot | Q |
Thus with the light of shadowy grey | T |
To dream the pleasant hours away | T |
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Slight columns were around the hall | V |
With wreathed and fluted pedestal | W |
Of green Italian marble made | Q |
In likeness of the palm trees' shade | Q |
And o'er the ceiling starry showers | G |
Mingled with many colour'd flowers | G |
With crimson roses o'er her weeping | U |
There lay that royal maiden sleeping | U |
DANAE she whom gold could move | X |
How could it move her heart to love | Y |
Between the pillars the rich fold | Q |
Of tapestry fell inwrought with gold | Q |
And many colour'd silks which gave | Z |
Strange legends of the fair and brave | Z |
And there the terrace covered o'er | A2 |
With summer's fair and scented store | B2 |
As grateful for the gentle care | H |
That had such pride to keep it fair | H |
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And gazing as if heart and eye | K |
Were mingled with that lovley sky | K |
There stood a youth slight as not yet | Q |
With manhood's strength and firmness set | Q |
But on his cold pale cheek were caught | Q |
The traces of some deeper thought | Q |
A something seen of pride and gloom | A |
Not like youth's hour of light and bloom | A |
A brow of pride a lip of scorn | C2 |
Yet beautiful in scorn and pride | Q |
A conscious pride as if he own'd | Q |
Gems hidden from the world beside | Q |
And scorn as he cared not to learn | D2 |
Should others prize those gems or spurn | D2 |
He was the last of a proud race | G |
Who left him but his sword and name | A |
And boyhood past in restless dreams | G |
Of future deeds and future fame | A |
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But there were other dearer dreams | G |
Than the light'ning flash of these war gleams | G |
That fill'd the depths of RAYMOND'S heart | Q |
For his was now the loveliest part | Q |
Of the young poet's life when first | Q |
In solitude and silence nurst | Q |
His genius rises like a spring | U |
Unnoticed in its wandering | U |
Ere winter cloud or summer ray | T |
Have chill'd or wasted it away | T |
When thoughts with their own beauty fill'd | Q |
Shed their own richness over all | V |
As waters from sweet woods distill'd | Q |
Breathe perfume out where'er they fall | V |
I know not whether Love can fling | U |
A deeper witchery from his wing | U |
Than falls sweet Power of Song from thine | R |
Yet ah the wreath that binds thy shrine | R |
Though seemingly all bloom and light | Q |
Hides thorn and canker worm and blight | Q |
Planet of wayward destinies | G |
Thy victims are thy votaries | G |
Alas for him whose youthful fire | A2 |
Is vowed and wasted on the lyre | E2 |
Alas for him who shall essay | G |
The laurel's long and dreary way | G |
Mocking will greet neglect will chill | F2 |
His spirit's gush his bosom's thrill | F2 |
And worst of all that heartless praise | G |
Echoed from what another says | G |
He dreams a dream of life and light | Q |
And grasps the rainbow that appears | G |
Afar all beautiful and bright | Q |
And finds it only formed of tears | G |
Ay let him reach the goal let fame | A |
Pour glory's sunlight on his name | A |
Let his songs be on every tongue | G2 |
And wealth and honours round him flung | G2 |
Then let him show his secret thought | Q |
Will it not own them dearly bought | Q |
See him in weariness fling down | H2 |
The golden harp the violet crown | H2 |
And sigh for all the toil the care | H |
The wrong that he has had to bear | H |
Then wish the treasures of his lute | Q |
Had been like his own feelings mute | Q |
And curse the hour when that he gave | Z |
To sight that wealth his lord and slave | Z |
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But RAYMOND was in the first stage | I2 |
Of life's enchanted pilgrimage | J2 |
'Tis not for Spring to think on all | V |
The sear and waste of Autumn's fall | V |
Enough for him to watch beside | Q |
The bursting of the mountain tide | Q |
To wander through the twilight shade | Q |
By the dark arching pine boughs made | Q |
And at the evening's starlit hour | A2 |
To seek for some less shadowy bower | A2 |
Where dewy leaf and flower pale | K2 |
Made the home of the nightingale | K2 |
Or he would seek the turret hall | V |
And there unheard unseen of all | V |
When even the night winds were mute | Q |
His rich tones answer'd to the lute | Q |
And in his pleasant solitude | Q |
He would forget his wayward mood | Q |
And pour his spirit forth when none | L2 |
Broke on his solitude save one | L2 |
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There is a light step passing by | K |
Like the distant sound of music's sigh | K |
It is that fair and gentle child | Q |
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled | Q |
Like sunlight on a stormy day | G |
His almost sullenness away | G |
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They said she was not of mortal birth | M2 |
And her face was fairer than face of earth | M2 |
What is the thing to liken it to | Q |
A lily just dipp'd in the summer dew | Q |
Parian marble snow's first fall | V |
Her brow was fairer than each and all | V |
And so delicate was each vein's soft blue | Q |
'Twas not like blood that wander'd through | Q |
Rarely upon that cheek was shed | Q |
By health or by youth one tinge of red | Q |
And never closest look could descry | Q |
In shine or in shade the hue of her eye | K |
But as it were made of light it changed | Q |
With every sunbeam that over it ranged | Q |
And that eye could look through the long dark lash | N2 |
With the moon's dewy smile or the lightning's flash | N2 |
Her silken tresses so bright and so fair | Q |
Stream'd like a banner of light on the air | Q |
And seldom its sunny wealth around | Q |
Was chaplet of flowers or ribbon bound | Q |
But amid the gold of its thousand curls | G |
Was twisted a braid of snow white pearls | G |
They said 'twas a charmed spell that before | Q |
This braid her nameless mother wore | Q |
And many were the stories wild | Q |
Whisper'd of the neglected child | Q |
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LORD AMIRALD thus the tale was told | Q |
The former lord of the castle hold | Q |
LORD AMIRALD had followed the chase | G |
Till he was first and last in the race | G |
The blood d | Q |
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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