The Troubadour. Canto 4 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBCDEEFFGGHHIIJJB BEEKK LLMMNNOOBB PPQQRRSSTTUV WWXX YYZZNNA2A2AAB2B2 TTC2C2D2LNN MMLLPPVVWW JJE2E2AAEENNBBRRZZEE F2F2A2A2 QQOORG2D2L NNAATTBBH2H2I2I2NN LLBBXXLXPJ2NND2D2MM OOXXXXK2K2 AAL2M2N2N2XXO2M2P2RB 2B2Q2R2 NNLLNNPPXX NNIIVLB2B2F2F2XXOOBB S2S2XXBBLLBBB XXVVM2L2LL BBXXQ2R2XXBBXXXXNNG| IT was a wild and untrain'd bower | A |
| Enough to screen from April shower | A |
| Or shelter from June's hotter hour | A |
| Tapestried with starry jessamines | B |
| The summer's gold and silver mines | B |
| With a moss seat and its turf set | C |
| With crowds of the white violet | D |
| And close beside a fountain play'd | E |
| Dim cool from its encircling shade | E |
| And lemon trees grew round as pale | F |
| As never yet to them the gale | F |
| Had brought a message from the sun | G |
| To say their summer task was done | G |
| It was a very solitude | H |
| For love in its despairing mood | H |
| With just enough of breath and bloom | I |
| With just enough of calm and gloom | I |
| To suit a heart where love has wrought | J |
| His wasting work with saddest thought | J |
| Where all its sickly fantasies | B |
| May call up suiting images | B |
| With flowers like hopes that spring and fade | E |
| As only for a mockery made | E |
| And shadows of the boughs that fall | K |
| Like sorrow drooping over all | K |
| - | |
| And LEILA loveliest can it be | L |
| Such destiny is made for thee | L |
| Yes it is written on thy brow | M |
| The all thy lip may not avow | M |
| All that in woman's heart can dwell | N |
| Save by a blush unutterable | N |
| Alas that ever RAYMOND came | O |
| To light thy cheek and heart to flame | O |
| A hidden fire but not the less | B |
| Consuming in its dark recess | B |
| - | |
| She had leant by his couch of pain | P |
| When throbbing pulse and bursting vein | P |
| Fierce spoke the fever when fate near | Q |
| Rode on the tainted atmosphere | Q |
| And though that parch'd lip spoke alone | R |
| Of other love in fondest tone | R |
| And though the maiden knew that death | S |
| Might be upon his lightest breath | S |
| Yet never by her lover's side | T |
| More fondly watch'd affianced bride | T |
| With pain or fear more anxious strove | U |
| Than LEILA watch'd another's love | V |
| - | |
| But he was safe that very day | W |
| Farewell it had been her's to say | W |
| And he was gone to his own land | X |
| To seek another maiden's hand | X |
| - | |
| Who that had look'd on her that morn | Y |
| Could dream of all her heart had borne | Y |
| Her cheek was red but who could know | Z |
| 'Twas flushing with the strife below | Z |
| Her eye was bright but who could tell | N |
| It shone with tears she strove to quell | N |
| Her voice was gay her step was light | A2 |
| And beaming beautiful and bright | A2 |
| It was as if life could confer | A |
| Nothing but happiness on her | A |
| Ah who could think that all so fair | B2 |
| Was semblance and but misery there | B2 |
| - | |
| 'Tis strange with how much power and pride | T |
| The softness is of love allied | T |
| How much of power to force the breast | C2 |
| To be in outward show at rest | C2 |
| How much of pride that never eye | D2 |
| May look upon its agony | L |
| Ah little will the lip reveal | N |
| Of all the burning heart can feel | N |
| - | |
| But this was past and she was now | M |
| With clasped hands prest to her brow | M |
| And head bow'd down upon her knee | L |
| And heart pulse throbbing audibly | L |
| And tears that gush'd like autumn rain | P |
| The more for that they gush'd in vain | P |
| Oh why should woman ever love | V |
| Trusting to one false star above | V |
| And fling her little chance away | W |
| Of sunshine for its treacherous ray | W |
| - | |
| At first ELVIRA had not sought | J |
| To break upon her lonely thought | J |
| But it was now the vesper time | E2 |
| And she return'd not at the chime | E2 |
| Of holy bells she knew the hour | A |
| At last they search'd her favourite bower | A |
| Beside the fount they found the maid | E |
| On head bow'd down as if she pray'd | E |
| Her long black hair fell like a veil | N |
| Making her pale brow yet more pale | N |
| 'Twas strange to look upon her face | B |
| Then turn and see its shadowy trace | B |
| Within the fountain one like stone | R |
| So cold so colourless so lone | R |
| A statue nymph placed there to show | Z |
| How far the sculptor's art could go | Z |
| The other and that too the shade | E |
| In light and crimson warmth array'd | E |
| For the red glow of day declining | F2 |
| Was now upon the fountain shining | F2 |
| And the shape in its mirror bright | A2 |
| Of sparkling waves caught warmth and light | A2 |
| - | |
| ELVIRA spoke not though so near | Q |
| Her words lay mute in their own fear | Q |
| At last she whisper'd LEILA'S name | O |
| No answer from the maiden came | O |
| She took one cold hand in her own | R |
| Started and it dropp'd lifeless down | G2 |
| She gazed upon the fixed eye | D2 |
| And read in it mortality | L |
| - | |
| And lingers yet that maiden's tale | N |
| A legend of the lemon vale | N |
| They say that never from that hour | A |
| Has flourish'd there a single flower | A |
| The jasmine droop'd the violets died | T |
| Nothing grew by that fountain side | T |
| Save the pale pining lemon trees | B |
| And the dark weeping cypresses | B |
| And now when to the twilight star | H2 |
| The lover wakes his lone guitar | H2 |
| Or maiden bids a song impart | I2 |
| All that is veil'd in her own heart | I2 |
| The wild and mournful tale they tell | N |
| Of her who loved alas too well | N |
| - | |
| And where was RAYMOND where was he | L |
| Borne homeward o'er the rapid sea | L |
| While sunny days and favouring gales | B |
| Brought welcome speed to the white sails | B |
| With bended knee and upraised hand | X |
| He stood upon his native land | X |
| With all that happiness can be | L |
| When resting on futurity | X |
| On on he went and o'er the plain | P |
| He rode an armed knight again | J2 |
| He urged his steed with hand and heel | N |
| It bounded concious of the steel | N |
| And never yet to RAYMOND'S eye | D2 |
| Spread such an earth shone such a sky | D2 |
| Blew such sweet breezes o'er his brow | M |
| As those his native land had now | M |
| - | |
| He thought upon young EVA'S name | O |
| And felt that she was still the same | O |
| He thought on AMIRALD his child | X |
| Had surely his dark cares beguiled | X |
| He thought upon the welcome sweet | X |
| It would be his so soon to meet | X |
| And never had the star of hope | K2 |
| Shone on a lovelier horoscope | K2 |
| - | |
| And evening shades were on the hour | A |
| When RAYMOND rode beneath the tower | A |
| Remember'd well for ADELINE | L2 |
| Had there been his heart's summer queen | M2 |
| Could this be it he knew the heath | N2 |
| Which lake like spread its walls beneath | N2 |
| He saw the dark old chesnut wood | X |
| Which had for ages by it stood | X |
| And but for these the place had been | O2 |
| As one that he had never seen | M2 |
| The walls were rent the gates were gone | P2 |
| No red light from the watch tower shone | R |
| He enter'd and the hall was bare | B2 |
| It show'd the spoiler had been there | B2 |
| Even upon the very hearth | Q2 |
| The green grass found a place of birth | R2 |
| - | |
| Oh vanity that the stone wall | N |
| May sooner than a blossom fall | N |
| The tower in its strength may be | L |
| Laid low before the willow tree | L |
| There stood the wood subject to all | N |
| The autumn wind the winter fall | N |
| There stood the castle which the rain | P |
| And wind had buffetted in vain | P |
| But one in ruins stood beside | X |
| The other green in its spring pride | X |
| - | |
| And RAYMOND paced the lonely hall | N |
| As if he feared his own footfall | N |
| It is the very worst the gloom | I |
| Of a deserted banquet room | I |
| To see the spider's web outvie | V |
| The torn and faded tapestry | L |
| To shudder at the cold damp air | B2 |
| Then think how once were burning there | B2 |
| The incense vase with odour glowing | F2 |
| The silver lamp its softness throwing | F2 |
| O'er cheeks as beautiful and bright | X |
| As roses bathed in summer light | X |
| How through the portals sweeping came | O |
| Proud cavalier and high born dame | O |
| With gems like stars 'mid raven curls | B |
| And snow white plumes and wreathed pearls | B |
| Gold cups whose lighted flames made dim | S2 |
| The sparkling stones around the brim | S2 |
| Soft voices answering to the lute | X |
| The swelling harp the sigh waked flute | X |
| The glancing lightness of the dance | B |
| Then starting sudden from thy trance | B |
| Gaze round the lonely place and see | L |
| Its silence and obscurity | L |
| Then commune with thine heart and say | B |
| These are the foot prints of decay | B |
| And I even thus shall pass away | B |
| - | |
| And RAYMOND turn'd him to depart | X |
| With darken'd brow and heavy heart | X |
| Can outrage or can time remove | V |
| The sting the scar of slighted love | V |
| He could not look upon the scene | M2 |
| And not remember ADELINE | L2 |
| Fair queen of gone festivity | L |
| Oh where was it and where was she | L |
| - | |
| At distance short a village lay | B |
| And thither RAYMOND took his way | B |
| And in its hostel shelter found | X |
| While the dark night was closing round | X |
| It was a cheerful scene the hearth | Q2 |
| Was bright with wood fire and with mirth | R2 |
| And in the midst a harper bent | X |
| O'er his companion instrument | X |
| 'Twas an old man his hair was grey | B |
| For winter tracks in snow its way | B |
| But yet his dark keen eye was bright | X |
| With somewhat of its youthful light | X |
| Like one whose path of life had made | X |
| Its course through mingled sheen and shade | X |
| But one whose buoyant spirit still | N |
| Pass'd lightly on through good or ill | N |
| One | G |
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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