The Troubadour. Canto 2 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DD EEEEFFGGHIJJEE KK LLEELLMMNNOOBB EEFFLL LLGGPPMMBBQQ LLLLE RRGGSSLLN QQTTUUMMLLLL LLLLVVBBBBLLWWBB NXLLEEYYZZBBA2A2LL LLBBLLSB2SB2NNC2C2BB L LLYY BBYD2 E2F2LL LLMM TTLL D2YEE YYPP QQLL G2G2H2H2 C2C2LLI2I2 QQLLBBJ2J2YD2LSLSQQL LLLQQLL LLSSLLLLSSLTHE first the very first oh none | A |
Can feel again as they have done | A |
In love in war in pride in all | B |
The planets of life's coronal | B |
However beautiful or bright | C |
What can be like their first sweet light | C |
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When will the youth feel as he felt | D |
When first at beauty's feet he knelt | D |
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As if her least smile could confer | E |
A kingdom on its worshipper | E |
Or ever care or ever fear | E |
Had cross'd love's morning hemisphere | E |
And the young bard the first time praise | F |
Sheds its spring sunlight o'er his lays | F |
Though loftier laurel higher name | G |
May crown the minstrel's noontide fame | G |
They will not bring the deep content | H |
Of his lure's first encouragement | I |
And where the glory that will yield | J |
The flush and glow of his first field | J |
To the young chief Will RAYMOND ever | E |
Feel as he now is feeling Never | E |
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The sun wept down or ere they gain'd | K |
The glen where the chief band remain'd | K |
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It was a lone and secret shade | L |
As nature form'd an ambuscade | L |
For the bird's nest and the deer's lair | E |
Though now less quiet guests were there | E |
On one side like a fortress stood | L |
A mingled pine and chesnut wood | L |
Autumn was falling but the pine | M |
Seem'd as it mock'd all change no sign | M |
Of season on its leaf was seen | N |
The same dark gloom of changeless green | N |
But like the gorgeous Persian bands | O |
'Mid the stern race of northern lands | O |
The chesnut boughs were bright with all | B |
That gilds and mocks the autumn's fall | B |
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Like stragglers from an army's rear | E |
Gradual they grew near and less near | E |
Till ample space was left to raise | F |
Amid the trees the watch fire's blaze | F |
And there wrapt in their cloaks around | L |
The soldiers scatter'd o'er the ground | L |
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One was more crowded than the rest | L |
And to that one was RAYMOND prest | L |
There sat the chief kind greetings came | G |
At the first sound of RAYMOND'S name | G |
'Am I not proud that this should be | P |
Thy first field to be fought with me | P |
Years since thy father's sword and mine | M |
Together dimm'd their maiden shine | M |
We were sworn brothers when he fell | B |
'Twas mine to hear his last farewell | B |
And how revenged I need not say | Q |
Though few were left to tell that day | Q |
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Thy brow is his and thou wilt wield | L |
A sword like his in battle field | L |
Let the day break and thou shalt ride | L |
Another RAYMOND by my side | L |
And thou shalt win and I confer | E |
To morrow knightly brand and spur ' | - |
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With thoughts of pride and thoughts of grief | R |
Sat RAYMOND by that stranger chief | R |
So proud to hear his father's fame | G |
So sad to hear that father's name | G |
And then to think that he had known | S |
That father by his name alone | S |
And aye his heart within him burn'd | L |
When his eye to DE VALENCE turn'd | L |
Mark'd his high step his warlike mien | N |
'And such my father would have been ' | - |
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A few words of years past away | Q |
A few words of the coming day | Q |
They parted not that night for sleep | T |
RAYMOND had thoughts that well might keep | T |
Rest from his pillow memory hope | U |
In youth's horizon had full scope | U |
To blend and part each varied line | M |
Of cloud and clear of shade and shine | M |
He rose and wander'd round the light | L |
Of the full moon fell o'er each height | L |
Leaving the wood behind in shade | L |
O'er rock and glen and rill it play'd | L |
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He follow'd a small stream whose tide | L |
Was bank'd by lilies on each side | L |
And there as if secure of rest | L |
A swan had built her lonely nest | L |
And spread out was each lifted wing | V |
Like snow or silver glittering | V |
Wild flowers grew around the dale | B |
Sweet children of the sun and gale | B |
From every crag the wild vine fell | B |
To all else inaccessible | B |
And where a dark rock rose behind | L |
Their shelter from the northern wind | L |
Grew myrtles with their fragrant leaves | W |
Veil'd with the web the gossamer weaves | W |
So pearly fair so light so frail | B |
Like beauty's self more than her veil | B |
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And first to gaze upon the scene | N |
Quiet as there had never been | X |
Heavier step than village maid | L |
With flowers for her nuptial braid | L |
Or louder sound than hermit's prayer | E |
To crush its grass or load its air | E |
Then to look on the armed train | Y |
The watch fire on the wooded plain | Y |
And think how with the morrow's dawn | Z |
Would banner wave and blade be drawn | Z |
How clash of steel and trumpet's swell | B |
Would wake the echoes of each dell | B |
And thus it ever is with life | A2 |
Peace sleeps upon the breast of Strife | A2 |
But to be waken'd from its rest | L |
Till comes that sleep the last and best | L |
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And RAYMOND paused at last and laid | L |
Himself beneath a chesnut's shade | L |
A little way apart from all | B |
That he might catch the waterfall | B |
Whose current swept like music round | L |
When suddenly another sound | L |
Came on the ear it was a tone | S |
Rather a murmur than a song | B2 |
As he who breathed deem'd all unknown | S |
The words thoughts echo bore along | B2 |
Parting the boughs which hung between | N |
Close thick as if a tapestried screen | N |
RAYMOND caught sight of a white plume | C2 |
Waving o'er brow and cheek of bloom | C2 |
And yet the song was sad and low | B |
As if the chords it waked were woe | B |
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SONG OF THE YOUNG KNIGHT | L |
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YOUR scarf is bound upon my breast | L |
Your colours dance upon my crest | L |
They have been soil'd by dust and rain | Y |
And they must wear a darker stain | Y |
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I mark'd thy tears as fast they fell | B |
I saw but heard not thy farewell | B |
I gave my steed the spur and rein | Y |
I dared not look on thee again | D2 |
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My cheek is pale but not with fears | E2 |
And I have dash'd aside my tears | F2 |
This woman's softness of my breast | L |
Will vanish when my spear's in rest | L |
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I know that farewell was our last | L |
That life and love from me are past | L |
For I have heard the fated sign | M |
That speaks the downfall of our line | M |
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I slept the soldier's tired sleep | T |
But yet I heard the music sweep | T |
Dim faint as when I stood beside | L |
The bed whereon my father died | L |
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Farewell sweet love never again | D2 |
Will thine ear listen to the strain | Y |
With which so oft at midnight's hour | E |
I've waked the silence of thy bower | E |
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Farewell I would not tears should stain | Y |
Thy fair cheek with their burning rain | Y |
Tears sweet would an ill offering be | P |
To one whose death was worthy thee | P |
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RAYMOND thought on that song next day | Q |
When bleeding that young warrior lay | Q |
While his hand in its death pang prest | L |
A bright curl to his wounded breast | L |
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AND waning stars and brightening sky | G2 |
And on the clouds a crimson dye | G2 |
And fresher breeze and opening flowers | H2 |
Tell the approach of morning hours | H2 |
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Oh how can breath and light and bloom | C2 |
Herald a day of death and doom | C2 |
With knightly pennons which were spread | L |
Like mirror's for the morning's red | L |
Gather the ranks while shout and horn | I2 |
Are o'er the distant mountains borne | I2 |
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'Twas a fair sight that arm'd array | Q |
Winding through the deep vale their way | Q |
Helmet and breast plate gleaming in gold | L |
Banners waving their crimson fold | L |
Like clouds of the day break hark to the peal | B |
Of the war cry answer'd by clanging steel | B |
The young chief strokes his courser's neck | J2 |
The ire himself had provoked to check | J2 |
Impatient for that battle plain | Y |
He may reach but never leave again | D2 |
And with flashing eye and sudden start | L |
He hears the trumpet's stately tone | S |
Like the echo of his beating heart | L |
And meant to rouse his ear alone | S |
And by his side the warrior grey | Q |
With hair as white as the plumes that play | Q |
Over his head yet spurs he as proud | L |
As keen as the youngest knight of the crowd | L |
And glad and glorious on they ride | L |
In strength and beauty power and pride | L |
And such the morning but let day | Q |
Close on that gallant fair array | Q |
The moon will see another sight | L |
Than that which met the dawning light | L |
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Look on that field 'tis the battle field | L |
Look on what harvest victory will yield | L |
There the steed and his rider o'erthrown | S |
Crouch together their warfare is done | S |
The bolt is undrawn the bow is unbent | L |
And the archer lies like his arrow spent | L |
Deep is the banner of crimson dyed | L |
But not with the red of its morning pride | L |
Torn and trampled with soil and stain | S |
When will it float on the breeze again | S |
And over the ghastly plain are spread | L |
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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