The Moated Manse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBCDD A EFEFEFGG A EHEHEHDD G IJIJIJKK G LMLMLMNO G PQPQPQHH G RSTSRSEE G UEUEUEEE E HVHVHVDD E JWJWJWHH E XYXZXYCC E A2B2A2B2C2D2E2E2 E VF2VF2VF2G2G2 G MH2MH2MH2I2I2 G J2H2J2H2J2H2EE G XK2XK2XK2L2L2 G M2EM2EM2EN2O2 G P2H2P2H2P2H2H2H2 E Q2R2Q2R2Q2R2EE E H2S2H2S2H2S2EE E H2EH2EH2EGG E R2H2R2H2R2H2EE E XH2XH2XH2H2H2 G R2R2R2R2R2R2TR G GH2GH2GH2EE H2 H2EH2EH2H2T2T2 T2 R2HR2HR2HT2T2 T2 R2R2R2R2R2R2R2R2 E HR2HR2HR2R2R2 E R2R2R2R2R2R2HH E T2R2T2R2T2R2H2H2 E U2R2U2R2U2R2R2R2 E H2H2H2H2H2H2R2R2 T2 ER2ER2ER2H2H2 T2 R2V2R2V2R2V2H2H2 T2 HEHEHEH2H2| I | A |
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| And now once more we stood within the walls | B |
| Of her old manor near the riverside | C |
| Dead leaves lay rotting in its empty halls | B |
| And here and there the ivy could not hide | C |
| The year old scars made by the Royalists' balls | B |
| Around the doorway where so many died | C |
| In that last effort to defend the stair | D |
| When Rupert like a demon entered there | D |
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| II | A |
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| The basest Cavalier who yet wore spurs | E |
| Or drew a sword I count him with his grave | F |
| Eyes 'neath his plumed hat like a wolf's whom curs | E |
| Rouse to their harm within a forest cave | F |
| And hair like harvest and a voice like verse | E |
| For smoothness Ay a handsome man and brave | F |
| Brave who would question it although 't is true | G |
| He warred with one weak woman and her few | G |
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| III | A |
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| Lady Isolda of the Moated Manse | E |
| Whom here that very noon it happened me | H |
| To meet near her old home A single glance | E |
| Told me 't was she I marveled much to see | H |
| How lovely still she was as fair perchance | E |
| As when Red Rupert thrust her brutally | H |
| Her long hair loosened down the shattered stair | D |
| And cast her shrieking 'mid his followers there | D |
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| IV | G |
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| She is for you Take her I promised it | I |
| She is for you he shouted as he flung | J |
| Her in their midst Then on her poor hands split | I |
| And beaten by his dagger when she clung | J |
| Resisting him and knees she crept a bit | I |
| Nearer his feet and begged for death No tongue | J |
| Can tell the way he turned from her and cursed | K |
| Then bade his men draw lots for which were first | K |
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| V | G |
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| I saw it all from that low parapet | L |
| Where bullet wounded in the hip and head | M |
| I lay face upward in the whispering wet | L |
| Exhausted 'mid the dead and left for dead | M |
| We had held out two days without a let | L |
| Against these bandits You could trace with red | M |
| From room to room how we resisted hard | N |
| Since the great door crashed in to their petard | O |
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| VI | G |
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| The rain revived me and I leaned with pain | P |
| And saw her lying there all soiled and splashed | Q |
| And miserable on her cheek a stain | P |
| A dull red bruise made when his hand had dashed | Q |
| Her down upon the stones the wretched rain | P |
| Dripped from her dark hair and her hands were gashed | Q |
| Oh for a musket or a petronel | H |
| With which to send his devil's soul to hell | H |
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| VII | G |
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| But helpless there I lay no weapon near | R |
| Only the useless sword I could not reach | S |
| His traitor's heart with while I chafed to hear | T |
| The laugh the insult and the villain speech | S |
| Of him to her Oh God could I but clear | R |
| The height between and hanging like a leech | S |
| My fingers at his throat there tear his base | E |
| Vile tongue out yea and lash it in his face | E |
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| VIII | G |
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| But badly wounded what could I but weep | U |
| With rage and pity of my helplessness | E |
| And her misfortune Could I only creep | U |
| A little nearer so that she might guess | E |
| I was not dead that I my life would keep | U |
| But to avenge her Oh the wild distress | E |
| Of that last moment when half dead I saw | E |
| Them mount and bear her swooning through the shaw | E |
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| IX | E |
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| Long time I lay unconscious It befell | H |
| Some woodsmen found me having heard the sound | V |
| Of fighting cease that for two days made dell | H |
| And dingle echo ventured on the ground | V |
| For plunder and it had not then gone well | H |
| With me I fear had not their leader found | V |
| That in some way I would repay his care | D |
| So bore me to his hut and nursed me there | D |
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| X | E |
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| How roughly kind he was For weeks I hung | J |
| 'Twixt life and death health like a varying sick | W |
| And fluttering pendulum now this way swung | J |
| Now that until at last its querulous tick | W |
| Beat out life's usual time and slowly rung | J |
| The long loud hours that exclaimed Be quick | W |
| Arise Go forth Hear how her black wrongs call | H |
| Make them the salve to cure thy wounds withal | H |
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| XI | E |
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| They were my balsam for ere autumn came | X |
| Weak still but over eager to be gone | Y |
| I took my leave of him A little lame | X |
| From that hip wound and somewhat thin and wan | Z |
| I sought the village Here I heard her name | X |
| And shame's made one How Rupert passed one dawn | Y |
| And she among his troopers rode astride | C |
| Like any man pale faced and feverish eyed | C |
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| XII | E |
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| Which way these took they pointed and I went | A2 |
| Like fire after Oh the thought was good | B2 |
| That they were on before And much it meant | A2 |
| To know she lived still she whose image stood | B2 |
| Ever before me making turbulent | C2 |
| Each heart beat with her wrongs that were fierce food | D2 |
| Unto my hate that Courage cried Rest not | E2 |
| Think of her there and let thy haste be hot | E2 |
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| XIII | E |
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| But months passed by and still I had not found | V |
| Yet here and there as wearily I sought | F2 |
| I caught some news how he had held his ground | V |
| Against the Roundhead troops or how he'd fought | F2 |
| Then fled returned and conquered Like a hound | V |
| Questing a boar I followed but was brought | F2 |
| Never to see my quarry Day by day | G2 |
| It seemed that Satan kept him from my way | G2 |
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| XIV | G |
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| A woman rode beside him so they said | M |
| A fair faced wanton mounted like a man | H2 |
| Isolda my Isolda better dead | M |
| Yea dead and damned than thus the courtesan | H2 |
| Bold unreluctant of such men A dread | M |
| That such should be unmanned me Doubt began | H2 |
| To whisper at my heart But I was mad | I2 |
| To insult her with such thoughts whose love I had | I2 |
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| XV | G |
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| At last one day I rested in a glade | J2 |
| Near that same woodland which I lay in when | H2 |
| Sore wounded and while sitting in the shade | J2 |
| Of an old beech what did I dream or men | H2 |
| Like Rupert's own ride near me and a maid | J2 |
| Isolda or her spirit Wildly then | H2 |
| I rose and shouting leapt upon my horse | E |
| Unsheathed my sword and rode across their course | E |
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| XVI | G |
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| Mainly I looked for Rupert and by name | X |
| Challenged him forth Dog dost thou hide behind | K2 |
| Insulter of women Coward save where shame | X |
| And rapine call thee God at last is kind | K2 |
| And my sword waits Like an upbeating flame | X |
| My voice rose to a windy shout and blind | K2 |
| I seemed to sit till with an outstretched hand | L2 |
| Isolda rode before me from that band | L2 |
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| XVII | G |
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| Gerald she cried not as a heart surprised | M2 |
| With gladness that the loved deemed dead still lives | E |
| But like the heart that long hath realized | M2 |
| Only misfortune and to fortune gives | E |
| No confidence though it be recognized | M2 |
| As good She spoke Lo we are fugitives | E |
| Rupert is slain And I am going home | N2 |
| Then like a child asked simply Wilt thou come | O2 |
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| XVIII | G |
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| Oh I have suffered Gerald oh my God | P2 |
| What shame what vileness Once my soul was clean | H2 |
| Stained and defiled behold it I have trod | P2 |
| Sad ways of hell and horror I have seen | H2 |
| And lived all depths of lust Yet oh my God | P2 |
| Blameless I hold myself of what hath been | H2 |
| Though through it all yea this thou too must know | H2 |
| I loved him my betrayer and thy foe | H2 |
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| XIX | E |
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| Sobbing she spoke as if but half awake | Q2 |
| Her eyes far fixed beyond me far beyond | R2 |
| All hope of mine So it was for his sake | Q2 |
| His love that she had suffered blind and fond | R2 |
| For what return And I to nurse a snake | Q2 |
| And never dream its nature would respond | R2 |
| With some such fang of venom 'T was for this | E |
| That I had ventured all to find her his | E |
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| XX | E |
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| At first half stunned I stood then blood and brain | H2 |
| Like two stern judges who had slept awoke | S2 |
| Rose up and thundered Slay her Every vein | H2 |
| And nerve responded Slay her at a stroke | S2 |
| And I had done it but my heart again | H2 |
| Like a strong captain in a tumult spoke | S2 |
| And the fierce discord fell And quietly | E |
| I sheathed my sword and said I'll go with thee | E |
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| XXI | E |
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| But this was my reward for all I'd borne | H2 |
| My loyalty and love To see her eyes | E |
| Hollow from tears for him her pale cheeks worn | H2 |
| With grief for him to know them all for lies | E |
| Her vows of faith to me to come forlorn | H2 |
| Where I had hoped to come on Paradise | E |
| On Hell's black gulf and as if not enough | G |
| Soiled as she was and outcast still to love | G |
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| XXII | E |
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| Then rode one ruffian from the rest clay flecked | R2 |
| From spur to plume with hurry seized my rein | H2 |
| And What art thou demanded who hast checked | R2 |
| Our way and challenged Then with some disdain | H2 |
| Isolda Sir my kinsman did expect | R2 |
| Your captain here What honor may remain | H2 |
| To me I pledge for him Hold off thy hands | E |
| He but attends me to the Moated Manse | E |
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| XXIII | E |
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| We rode in silence And at twilight came | X |
| Into the Moated Manse Great clouds had grown | H2 |
| Up in the West on which the sunset's flame | X |
| Lay like the hand of slaughter Very lone | H2 |
| Its rooms and halls a splintered door that lame | X |
| Swung on one hinge a cabinet o'erthrown | H2 |
| Or arras torn or blood stain turning wan | H2 |
| Showed us the way the battle once had gone | H2 |
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| XXIV | G |
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| We reached the tower chamber towards the West | R2 |
| In which on that dark day she thought to hide | R2 |
| From Rupert when at last 't was manifest | R2 |
| We could not hold the Manse There was no pride | R2 |
| In her deep eyes now nor did scorn invest | R2 |
| Her with such dignity as once defied | R2 |
| Him bursting in to find her standing here | T |
| Prepared to die like some dog hunted deer | R |
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| XXV | G |
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| She took my hand and as if naught of love | G |
| Had ever been between us said All know | H2 |
| The madness of that day when with his glove | G |
| He struck then slew my brother and brought woe | H2 |
| On all our house and thou incensed above | G |
| The rest came here and made my foe thy foe | H2 |
| But he had left 'T was then I promised thee | E |
| My hand but ah my heart was gone from me | E |
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| XXVI | H2 |
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| Yea he had won me this same Rupert when | H2 |
| He was our guest Thou know'st how gallantry | E |
| And beauty can make heroes of all men | H2 |
| To us weak women And so secretly | E |
| I vowed to be his wife It happened then | H2 |
| My brother found him in some villainy | H2 |
| The insult followed he was killed and thou | T2 |
| Dost still remember how I made a vow | T2 |
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| XXVII | T2 |
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| But still this man pursued me and I held | R2 |
| Firm to my vow albeit I loved him still | H |
| Unknown to all with all the love unquelled | R2 |
| Of first impressions and against my will | H |
| At last despair of winning me compelled | R2 |
| Him to the oath he swore He would not kill | H |
| But take me living and would make my life | T2 |
| A living death No man should make me wife | T2 |
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| XXVIII | T2 |
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| The war that now consumes us did indeed | R2 |
| Give him occasion I had not been warned | R2 |
| When down he came against me in the lead | R2 |
| Of his marauders With thy help I scorned | R2 |
| His mad attacks two days I would not plead | R2 |
| Nor parley with him who came hoofed and horned | R2 |
| Like Satan's self in soul and with his aid | R2 |
| Took this strong house and kept the oath he made | R2 |
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| XXIX | E |
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| Months passed Alas it needs not here to tell | H |
| What often thou hast heard Of how he led | R2 |
| His troopers here now there nor what befell | H |
| Me of dishonor Oft I wished me dead | R2 |
| Loathing my life than which the nether hell | H |
| Hath less of horror So we fought or fled | R2 |
| From place to place until a year had passed | R2 |
| And Parliament forces hemmed us in at last | R2 |
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| XXX | E |
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| Yea I had only lived for this to right | R2 |
| With death my wrongs sometime And love and hate | R2 |
| Contended in my bosom when that night | R2 |
| Before the fight that should decide our fate | R2 |
| I entered where he slept There was no light | R2 |
| Save of the stars to see by Long and late | R2 |
| I leaned above him there yet could not kill | H |
| Hate raised the dagger but love held it still | H |
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| XXXI | E |
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| The woman in me conquered What a slave | T2 |
| To our emotions are we To relent | R2 |
| At this long waited moment Wave on wave | T2 |
| Of pitying weakness swept me and I bent | R2 |
| And kissed his face Then prayed to God and gave | T2 |
| My trust to God and left to God th' event | R2 |
| I never looked on Rupert's face again | H2 |
| For in that morning's combat he was slain | H2 |
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| XXXII | E |
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| Out of defeat escaped some scant three score | U2 |
| Of all his followers And night and day | R2 |
| They fled and while the Roundheads pressed them sore | U2 |
| And in their road good as a fortress lay | R2 |
| The Moated Manse where their three score or more | U2 |
| Might well hold out I pointed them the way | R2 |
| And they are come amid its wrecks to end | R2 |
| The crime begun here Thou must go my friend | R2 |
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| XXXIII | E |
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| Go quickly For the time approaches when | H2 |
| Destruction must arrive Oh well I know | H2 |
| All thou wouldst say to me What boots it then | H2 |
| I tell thee thou must go that thou must go | H2 |
| Yea dost thou think I'd have thee die 'mid men | H2 |
| Like these for such an one as I No no | H2 |
| Thy life is clean Thou shalt not cast away | R2 |
| Thy clean life for my soiled one Go I pray | R2 |
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| XXXIV | T2 |
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| She ceased I spoke I know not what it was | E |
| Then took her hand and kissed it and so said | R2 |
| Thou art my promised wife Thou hast no cause | E |
| That is not mine I love thee We will wed | R2 |
| I love thee Come A moment did she pause | E |
| Then shook her head and sighed My heart is dead | R2 |
| This can not be Behold that way is thine | H2 |
| I will not let thee share this way that's mine | H2 |
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| XXXV | T2 |
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| Then turning from me ere I could prevent | R2 |
| Passed like a shadow from the shadowy room | V2 |
| Leaving my soul in shadow Naught was meant | R2 |
| By my sweet flower of love then bloom by bloom | V2 |
| I'd watched it wither then its fragrance went | R2 |
| And naught was left now It was dark as doom | V2 |
| And bells were tolling far off through the rain | H2 |
| When from that house I turned my face again | H2 |
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| XXXVI | T2 |
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| Then in the night a trumpet and the dull | H |
| Close thud of horse and clash of Puritan arms | E |
| And glimmering helms swept by me Sorrowful | H |
| I stood and waited till upon the storm's | E |
| Black breast the Manse a burning carbuncle | H |
| Blazed like a battle beacon and alarms | E |
| Of onslaught clanged around it then like one | H2 |
| Who bears with him God's curse I galloped on | H2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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