The Troubadour. Canto 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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CALL to mind your loveliest dreamA
When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain streamA
When your pillow is made of the violetB
And over your head the branches are metC
Of a lime tree cover'd with bloom and beesD
When the roses' breath is on the breezeD
When odours and light on your eyelids pressE
With summer's delicious idlenessF
And upon you some shadowy likeness may glanceG
Of the faery banks of the bright DuranceG
Just where at first its current flowsG
'Mid willows and its own white roseG
Its clear and early tide or ereH
A shade save trees its waters bearH
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The sun like an Indian king has leftI
To that fair river a royal giftJ
Of gold and purple no longer shinesG
His broad red disk o'er that forest of pinesG
Sweeping beneath the burning skyK
Like a death black ocean whose billows lieK
Dreaming dark dreams of storm in their sleepL
When the wings of the tempest shall over them sweepL
And with its towers cleaving the redM
Of the sunset clouds and its shadow spreadM
Like a cloak before it darkening the ranksG
Of the light young trees on the river's banksG
And ending there as the waters shoneN
Too bright for shadows to rest uponO
A castle stands whose windows gleamA
Like the golden flash of a noon lit streamA
Seen through the lily and water flags' screenP
Just so shine those panes through the ivy greenP
A curtain to shut out sun and airH
Which the work of years has woven thereH
But not in the lighted pomp of the westQ
Looks the evening its loveliestQ
Enter yon turret and round you gazeG
On what the twilight east displaysG
One star pure clear as if it shedQ
The dew on each young flower's headQ
And like a beauty of southern climeA
Her veil thrown back for the first timeA
Pale timid as she feared to ownN
Her claim upon the midnight throneN
Shows the fair moon her crescent signR
Beneath in many a serpentineR
The river wanders chesnut treesG
Spread their old boughs o'er cottagesG
Where the low roofs and porticoesG
Are cover'd with the Provence roseG
And there are vineyards none might viewS
The fruit o'er which the foliage weavesG
And olive groves pale as the dewS
Crusted its silver o'er the leavesG
And there the castle garden layT
With tints in beautiful arrayT
Its dark green walks its fountains fallingU
Its tame birds to each other callingU
The peacock with its orient ringsG
The silver pheasant's gleaming wingsG
And on the breeze rich odours sentQ
Sweet messages as if they meantQ
To rouse each sleeping sense to allV
The loveliness of evening's fallV
That lonely turret is it notQ
A minstrel's own peculiar spotQ
Thus with the light of shadowy greyT
To dream the pleasant hours awayT
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Slight columns were around the hallV
With wreathed and fluted pedestalW
Of green Italian marble madeQ
In likeness of the palm trees' shadeQ
And o'er the ceiling starry showersG
Mingled with many colour'd flowersG
With crimson roses o'er her weepingU
There lay that royal maiden sleepingU
DANAE she whom gold could moveX
How could it move her heart to loveY
Between the pillars the rich foldQ
Of tapestry fell inwrought with goldQ
And many colour'd silks which gaveZ
Strange legends of the fair and braveZ
And there the terrace covered o'erA2
With summer's fair and scented storeB2
As grateful for the gentle careH
That had such pride to keep it fairH
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And gazing as if heart and eyeK
Were mingled with that lovley skyK
There stood a youth slight as not yetQ
With manhood's strength and firmness setQ
But on his cold pale cheek were caughtQ
The traces of some deeper thoughtQ
A something seen of pride and gloomA
Not like youth's hour of light and bloomA
A brow of pride a lip of scornC2
Yet beautiful in scorn and prideQ
A conscious pride as if he own'dQ
Gems hidden from the world besideQ
And scorn as he cared not to learnD2
Should others prize those gems or spurnD2
He was the last of a proud raceG
Who left him but his sword and nameA
And boyhood past in restless dreamsG
Of future deeds and future fameA
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But there were other dearer dreamsG
Than the light'ning flash of these war gleamsG
That fill'd the depths of RAYMOND'S heartQ
For his was now the loveliest partQ
Of the young poet's life when firstQ
In solitude and silence nurstQ
His genius rises like a springU
Unnoticed in its wanderingU
Ere winter cloud or summer rayT
Have chill'd or wasted it awayT
When thoughts with their own beauty fill'dQ
Shed their own richness over allV
As waters from sweet woods distill'dQ
Breathe perfume out where'er they fallV
I know not whether Love can flingU
A deeper witchery from his wingU
Than falls sweet Power of Song from thineR
Yet ah the wreath that binds thy shrineR
Though seemingly all bloom and lightQ
Hides thorn and canker worm and blightQ
Planet of wayward destiniesG
Thy victims are thy votariesG
Alas for him whose youthful fireA2
Is vowed and wasted on the lyreE2
Alas for him who shall essayG
The laurel's long and dreary wayG
Mocking will greet neglect will chillF2
His spirit's gush his bosom's thrillF2
And worst of all that heartless praiseG
Echoed from what another saysG
He dreams a dream of life and lightQ
And grasps the rainbow that appearsG
Afar all beautiful and brightQ
And finds it only formed of tearsG
Ay let him reach the goal let fameA
Pour glory's sunlight on his nameA
Let his songs be on every tongueG2
And wealth and honours round him flungG2
Then let him show his secret thoughtQ
Will it not own them dearly boughtQ
See him in weariness fling downH2
The golden harp the violet crownH2
And sigh for all the toil the careH
The wrong that he has had to bearH
Then wish the treasures of his luteQ
Had been like his own feelings muteQ
And curse the hour when that he gaveZ
To sight that wealth his lord and slaveZ
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But RAYMOND was in the first stageI2
Of life's enchanted pilgrimageJ2
'Tis not for Spring to think on allV
The sear and waste of Autumn's fallV
Enough for him to watch besideQ
The bursting of the mountain tideQ
To wander through the twilight shadeQ
By the dark arching pine boughs madeQ
And at the evening's starlit hourA2
To seek for some less shadowy bowerA2
Where dewy leaf and flower paleK2
Made the home of the nightingaleK2
Or he would seek the turret hallV
And there unheard unseen of allV
When even the night winds were muteQ
His rich tones answer'd to the luteQ
And in his pleasant solitudeQ
He would forget his wayward moodQ
And pour his spirit forth when noneL2
Broke on his solitude save oneL2
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There is a light step passing byK
Like the distant sound of music's sighK
It is that fair and gentle childQ
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiledQ
Like sunlight on a stormy dayG
His almost sullenness awayG
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They said she was not of mortal birthM2
And her face was fairer than face of earthM2
What is the thing to liken it toQ
A lily just dipp'd in the summer dewQ
Parian marble snow's first fallV
Her brow was fairer than each and allV
And so delicate was each vein's soft blueQ
'Twas not like blood that wander'd throughQ
Rarely upon that cheek was shedQ
By health or by youth one tinge of redQ
And never closest look could descryQ
In shine or in shade the hue of her eyeK
But as it were made of light it changedQ
With every sunbeam that over it rangedQ
And that eye could look through the long dark lashN2
With the moon's dewy smile or the lightning's flashN2
Her silken tresses so bright and so fairQ
Stream'd like a banner of light on the airQ
And seldom its sunny wealth aroundQ
Was chaplet of flowers or ribbon boundQ
But amid the gold of its thousand curlsG
Was twisted a braid of snow white pearlsG
They said 'twas a charmed spell that beforeQ
This braid her nameless mother woreQ
And many were the stories wildQ
Whisper'd of the neglected childQ
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LORD AMIRALD thus the tale was toldQ
The former lord of the castle holdQ
LORD AMIRALD had followed the chaseG
Till he was first and last in the raceG
The blood dQ

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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