The Troubadour. Canto 2 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE first the very first oh noneA
Can feel again as they have doneA
In love in war in pride in allB
The planets of life's coronalB
However beautiful or brightC
What can be like their first sweet lightC
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When will the youth feel as he feltD
When first at beauty's feet he kneltD
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As if her least smile could conferE
A kingdom on its worshipperE
Or ever care or ever fearE
Had cross'd love's morning hemisphereE
And the young bard the first time praiseF
Sheds its spring sunlight o'er his laysF
Though loftier laurel higher nameG
May crown the minstrel's noontide fameG
They will not bring the deep contentH
Of his lure's first encouragementI
And where the glory that will yieldJ
The flush and glow of his first fieldJ
To the young chief Will RAYMOND everE
Feel as he now is feeling NeverE
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The sun wept down or ere they gain'dK
The glen where the chief band remain'dK
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It was a lone and secret shadeL
As nature form'd an ambuscadeL
For the bird's nest and the deer's lairE
Though now less quiet guests were thereE
On one side like a fortress stoodL
A mingled pine and chesnut woodL
Autumn was falling but the pineM
Seem'd as it mock'd all change no signM
Of season on its leaf was seenN
The same dark gloom of changeless greenN
But like the gorgeous Persian bandsO
'Mid the stern race of northern landsO
The chesnut boughs were bright with allB
That gilds and mocks the autumn's fallB
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Like stragglers from an army's rearE
Gradual they grew near and less nearE
Till ample space was left to raiseF
Amid the trees the watch fire's blazeF
And there wrapt in their cloaks aroundL
The soldiers scatter'd o'er the groundL
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One was more crowded than the restL
And to that one was RAYMOND prestL
There sat the chief kind greetings cameG
At the first sound of RAYMOND'S nameG
'Am I not proud that this should beP
Thy first field to be fought with meP
Years since thy father's sword and mineM
Together dimm'd their maiden shineM
We were sworn brothers when he fellB
'Twas mine to hear his last farewellB
And how revenged I need not sayQ
Though few were left to tell that dayQ
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Thy brow is his and thou wilt wieldL
A sword like his in battle fieldL
Let the day break and thou shalt rideL
Another RAYMOND by my sideL
And thou shalt win and I conferE
To morrow knightly brand and spur '-
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With thoughts of pride and thoughts of griefR
Sat RAYMOND by that stranger chiefR
So proud to hear his father's fameG
So sad to hear that father's nameG
And then to think that he had knownS
That father by his name aloneS
And aye his heart within him burn'dL
When his eye to DE VALENCE turn'dL
Mark'd his high step his warlike mienN
'And such my father would have been '-
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A few words of years past awayQ
A few words of the coming dayQ
They parted not that night for sleepT
RAYMOND had thoughts that well might keepT
Rest from his pillow memory hopeU
In youth's horizon had full scopeU
To blend and part each varied lineM
Of cloud and clear of shade and shineM
He rose and wander'd round the lightL
Of the full moon fell o'er each heightL
Leaving the wood behind in shadeL
O'er rock and glen and rill it play'dL
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He follow'd a small stream whose tideL
Was bank'd by lilies on each sideL
And there as if secure of restL
A swan had built her lonely nestL
And spread out was each lifted wingV
Like snow or silver glitteringV
Wild flowers grew around the daleB
Sweet children of the sun and galeB
From every crag the wild vine fellB
To all else inaccessibleB
And where a dark rock rose behindL
Their shelter from the northern windL
Grew myrtles with their fragrant leavesW
Veil'd with the web the gossamer weavesW
So pearly fair so light so frailB
Like beauty's self more than her veilB
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And first to gaze upon the sceneN
Quiet as there had never beenX
Heavier step than village maidL
With flowers for her nuptial braidL
Or louder sound than hermit's prayerE
To crush its grass or load its airE
Then to look on the armed trainY
The watch fire on the wooded plainY
And think how with the morrow's dawnZ
Would banner wave and blade be drawnZ
How clash of steel and trumpet's swellB
Would wake the echoes of each dellB
And thus it ever is with lifeA2
Peace sleeps upon the breast of StrifeA2
But to be waken'd from its restL
Till comes that sleep the last and bestL
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And RAYMOND paused at last and laidL
Himself beneath a chesnut's shadeL
A little way apart from allB
That he might catch the waterfallB
Whose current swept like music roundL
When suddenly another soundL
Came on the ear it was a toneS
Rather a murmur than a songB2
As he who breathed deem'd all unknownS
The words thoughts echo bore alongB2
Parting the boughs which hung betweenN
Close thick as if a tapestried screenN
RAYMOND caught sight of a white plumeC2
Waving o'er brow and cheek of bloomC2
And yet the song was sad and lowB
As if the chords it waked were woeB
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SONG OF THE YOUNG KNIGHTL
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YOUR scarf is bound upon my breastL
Your colours dance upon my crestL
They have been soil'd by dust and rainY
And they must wear a darker stainY
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I mark'd thy tears as fast they fellB
I saw but heard not thy farewellB
I gave my steed the spur and reinY
I dared not look on thee againD2
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My cheek is pale but not with fearsE2
And I have dash'd aside my tearsF2
This woman's softness of my breastL
Will vanish when my spear's in restL
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I know that farewell was our lastL
That life and love from me are pastL
For I have heard the fated signM
That speaks the downfall of our lineM
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I slept the soldier's tired sleepT
But yet I heard the music sweepT
Dim faint as when I stood besideL
The bed whereon my father diedL
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Farewell sweet love never againD2
Will thine ear listen to the strainY
With which so oft at midnight's hourE
I've waked the silence of thy bowerE
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Farewell I would not tears should stainY
Thy fair cheek with their burning rainY
Tears sweet would an ill offering beP
To one whose death was worthy theeP
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RAYMOND thought on that song next dayQ
When bleeding that young warrior layQ
While his hand in its death pang prestL
A bright curl to his wounded breastL
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AND waning stars and brightening skyG2
And on the clouds a crimson dyeG2
And fresher breeze and opening flowersH2
Tell the approach of morning hoursH2
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Oh how can breath and light and bloomC2
Herald a day of death and doomC2
With knightly pennons which were spreadL
Like mirror's for the morning's redL
Gather the ranks while shout and hornI2
Are o'er the distant mountains borneI2
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'Twas a fair sight that arm'd arrayQ
Winding through the deep vale their wayQ
Helmet and breast plate gleaming in goldL
Banners waving their crimson foldL
Like clouds of the day break hark to the pealB
Of the war cry answer'd by clanging steelB
The young chief strokes his courser's neckJ2
The ire himself had provoked to checkJ2
Impatient for that battle plainY
He may reach but never leave againD2
And with flashing eye and sudden startL
He hears the trumpet's stately toneS
Like the echo of his beating heartL
And meant to rouse his ear aloneS
And by his side the warrior greyQ
With hair as white as the plumes that playQ
Over his head yet spurs he as proudL
As keen as the youngest knight of the crowdL
And glad and glorious on they rideL
In strength and beauty power and prideL
And such the morning but let dayQ
Close on that gallant fair arrayQ
The moon will see another sightL
Than that which met the dawning lightL
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Look on that field 'tis the battle fieldL
Look on what harvest victory will yieldL
There the steed and his rider o'erthrownS
Crouch together their warfare is doneS
The bolt is undrawn the bow is unbentL
And the archer lies like his arrow spentL
Deep is the banner of crimson dyedL
But not with the red of its morning prideL
Torn and trampled with soil and stainS
When will it float on the breeze againS
And over the ghastly plain are spreadL

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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