The Troubadour. Canto 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAA EFGGHHIIII JJIIKKLL IICCMMJJNNII GGOOIIBBPPQQRR SSGGTT CCUUVVWWXX NNIIYY IIZZUUA2B2RRC2C2QQD2 D2 Y IIE2E2E2E2RRYY A2A2F2F2G2G2LLVVH2H2 TT I2J2I2J2LLII CICIE2E2K2L2 EM2N2N2IINN JJBBDDO2O2 P2P2YYD2D2Q2Q2R2R2F2 F2OONN IIYY S2S2T2T2YY F2F2U2U2NNV2W2X2X2YY Y2Y2FFZ2Z2N2N2 A3A3IIIIJJ B3B3D2D2C3D3SS IIF2F2IINNBF2YYE3E3| LAND of the olive and the vine | A |
| The saint and soldier sword and shrine | A |
| How glorious to young RAYMOND'S eye | B |
| Swell'd thy bold heights spread thy clear sky | B |
| When first he paused upon the height | C |
| Where gather'd lay the Christian might | C |
| Amid a chesnut wood were raised | D |
| Their white tents and the red cross blazed | D |
| Meteor like with its crimson shine | A |
| O'er many a standard's scutcheon'd line | A |
| - | |
| On the hill opposite there stood | E |
| The warriors of the Moorish blood | F |
| With their silver crescents gleaming | G |
| And their horse tail pennons streaming | G |
| With cymbals and the clanging gong | H |
| The muezzin's unchanging song | H |
| The turbans that like rainbows shone | I |
| The coursers' gay caparison | I |
| As if another world had been | I |
| Where that small rivulet ran between | I |
| - | |
| And there was desperate strife next day | J |
| The little vale below that lay | J |
| Was like a slaughter pit of green | I |
| Could not one single trace be seen | I |
| The Moslem warrior stretch'd beside | K |
| The Christian chief by whom he died | K |
| And by the broken falchion blade | L |
| The crooked scymeter was laid | L |
| - | |
| And gallantly had RAYMOND borne | I |
| The red cross through the field that morn | I |
| When suddenly he saw a knight | C |
| Oppress'd by numbers in the fight | C |
| Instant his ready spear was flung | M |
| Instant amid the band he sprung | M |
| They fight fly fall and from the fray | J |
| He leads the wounded knight away | J |
| Gently he gain'd his tent and there | N |
| He left him to the leech's care | N |
| Then sought the field of death anew | I |
| Little was there for knight to do | I |
| - | |
| That field was strewn with dead and dying | G |
| And mark'd he there DE VALENCE lying | G |
| Upon the turbann'd heap which told | O |
| How dearly had his life been sold | O |
| And yet on his curl'd lip was worn | I |
| The impress of a soldier's scorn | I |
| And yet his dark and glazed eye | B |
| Glared its defiance stern and high | B |
| His head was on his shield his hand | P |
| Held to the last his own red brand | P |
| Felt RAYMOND all too proud for grief | Q |
| In gazing on the gallant chief | Q |
| So thought he should a warrior fall | R |
| A victor dying last of all | R |
| - | |
| But sadness moved him when he gave | S |
| DE VALENCE to his lowly grave | S |
| The grave where the wild flowers were sleeping | G |
| And one pale olive tree was weeping | G |
| And placed the rude stone cross to show | T |
| A Christian hero lay below | T |
| - | |
| With the next morning's dawning light | C |
| Was RAYMOND by the wounded knight | C |
| He heard strange tales none knew his name | U |
| And none might say from whence he came | U |
| He wore no cognizance his steed | V |
| Was raven black and black his weed | V |
| All owned his fame but yet they deem'd | W |
| More desperate than brave he seem'd | W |
| Or as he only dared the field | X |
| For the swift death that it might yield | X |
| - | |
| Leaning beside the curtain where | N |
| Came o'er his brow the morning air | N |
| He found the stranger chief his tone | I |
| Surely 'twas one RAYMOND had known | I |
| He knew him not what chord could be | Y |
| Thus waken'd on his memory | Y |
| - | |
| At first the knight was cold and stern | I |
| As that his spirit shunn'd to learn | I |
| Aught of affection as it brought | Z |
| To him some shaft of venom'd thought | Z |
| When one eve RAYMOND chanced to name | U |
| Durance's castle whence he came | U |
| And speak of EVA and her fate | A2 |
| So young and yet so desolate | B2 |
| So beautiful Then heard he all | R |
| Her father's wrongs her mother's fall | R |
| For AMIRALD was the knight whose life | C2 |
| RAYMOND had saved amid the strife | C2 |
| And now he seem'd to find relief | Q |
| In pouring forth his hidden grief | Q |
| Which had for years been as the stream | D2 |
| Cave lock'd from either air or beam | D2 |
| - | |
| LORD AMIRALD'S HISTORY | Y |
| - | |
| I LOVED her ay I would have given | I |
| A death bed certainty of heaven | I |
| If I had thought it could confer | E2 |
| The least of happiness on her | E2 |
| How proudly did I wait the hour | E2 |
| When hid no more in lowly bower | E2 |
| She should shine loveliest of all | R |
| The lady of my heart and hall | R |
| And soon I deem'd the time would be | Y |
| For many a chief stood leagued with me | Y |
| - | |
| It was one evening we had sate | A2 |
| In my tower's secret council late | A2 |
| Our bands were number'd and we said | F2 |
| That the pale moon's declining head | F2 |
| Should shed her next full light o'er bands | G2 |
| With banners raised and sheathless brands | G2 |
| We parted I to seek the shade | L |
| Where my heart's choicest gem was laid | L |
| I flung me on my fleetest steed | V |
| I urged it to its utmost speed | V |
| On I went like the hurrying wind | H2 |
| Hill dale and plain were left behind | H2 |
| And yet I thought my courser slow | T |
| Even when the forest lay below | T |
| - | |
| As my wont in a secret nook | I2 |
| I left my horse I may not tell | J2 |
| With what delight my way I took | I2 |
| Till I had reach'd the oak hid dell | J2 |
| The trees which hitherto had made | L |
| A more than night with lighten'd shade | L |
| Now let the stars and sky shine through | I |
| Rejoicing calm and bright and blue | I |
| - | |
| There did not move a leaf that night | C |
| That I cannot remember now | I |
| Nor yet a single star whose light | C |
| Was on the royal midnight's brow | I |
| Wander'd no cloud sigh'd not a flower | E2 |
| That is not present at this hour | E2 |
| No marvel memory thus should press | K2 |
| Round its last light of happiness | L2 |
| - | |
| I paused one moment where I stood | E |
| In all a very miser's mood | M2 |
| As if that thinking of its store | N2 |
| Could make my bosom's treasure more | N2 |
| I saw the guiding lamp which shone | I |
| From the wreath'd lattice pale and lone | I |
| Another moment I was there | N |
| To pause and look upon despair | N |
| - | |
| I saw her on the ground she lay | J |
| The life blood ebbing fast away | J |
| But almost as she could not die | B |
| Without my hand to close her eye | B |
| When to my bosom press'd she raised | D |
| Her heavy lids and feebly gazed | D |
| And her lip moved I caught its breath | O2 |
| Its last it was the gasp of death | O2 |
| - | |
| I leant her head upon my breast | P2 |
| As I but soothed her into rest | P2 |
| I do not know what time might be | Y |
| Past in this stony misery | Y |
| When I was waken'd from my dream | D2 |
| By my forgotten infant's scream | D2 |
| Then first I thought upon my child | Q2 |
| I took it from its bed it smiled | Q2 |
| And its red cheek was flush'd with sleep | R2 |
| Why had it not the sense to weep | R2 |
| I laid its mother on the bed | F2 |
| O'er her pale brow a mantle spread | F2 |
| And left the wood Calm stern and cold | O |
| The tale of blood and death I told | O |
| Gave my child to my brother's care | N |
| As his not mine were this despair | N |
| - | |
| I flung me on my steed again | I |
| I urged him with the spur and rein | I |
| I left him at the usual tree | Y |
| But left him there at liberty | Y |
| - | |
| With madd'ning step I sought the place | S2 |
| I raised the mantle from her face | S2 |
| And knelt me down beside to gaze | T2 |
| On all the mockery death displays | T2 |
| Until it seem'd but sleep to me | Y |
| Death oh no death it could not be | Y |
| - | |
| The cold grey light the dawn had shed | F2 |
| Changed gradual into melting red | F2 |
| I watch'd the morning colour streak | U2 |
| With crimson dye her marble cheek | U2 |
| The freshness of the stirring air | N |
| Lifted her curls of raven hair | N |
| Her head lay pillow'd on her arm | V2 |
| Sweetly as if with life yet warm | W2 |
| I kiss'd her lips oh God the chill | X2 |
| My heart is frozen with it still | X2 |
| It was as suddenly on me | Y |
| Open'd my depths of misery | Y |
| I flung me on the ground and raved | Y2 |
| And of the wind that past me craved | Y2 |
| One breath of poison till my blood | F |
| From lip and brow gush'd in one flood | F |
| I watch'd the warm stream of my veins | Z2 |
| Mix with the death wounds clotted stains | Z2 |
| Oh how I pray'd that I might pour | N2 |
| My heart's tide and her life restore | N2 |
| - | |
| And night came on with what dim fear | A3 |
| I mark'd the darkling hours appear | A3 |
| I could not gaze on the dear brow | I |
| And seeing was all left me now | I |
| I grasp'd the cold hand in mine own | I |
| Till both alike seem'd turn'd to stone | I |
| Night morn and noontide pass'd away | J |
| Then came the tokens of decay | J |
| - | |
| 'Twas the third night that I had kept | B3 |
| My watch and like a child had wept | B3 |
| Sorrow to sleep and in my dream | D2 |
| I saw her as she once could seem | D2 |
| Fair as an angel there she bent | C3 |
| As if sprung from the element | D3 |
| The bright clear fountain whose pure wave | S |
| Her soft and shadowy image gave | S |
| - | |
| Methought that conscious beauty threw | I |
| Upon her cheek its own sweet hue | I |
| Its loveliness of morning red | F2 |
| I woke and gazed upon the dead | F2 |
| I mark'd the fearful stains which now | I |
| Were dark'ning o'er the once white brow | I |
| The livid colours that declare | N |
| The soul no longer dwelleth there | N |
| The gaze of even my fond eye | B |
| Seem'd almost like impiety | F2 |
| As it were sin for looks to be | Y |
| On what the earth alone should see | Y |
| I thought upon the loathsome doom | E3 |
| Of the grave's cold corrupted gloom | E3 |
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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