Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEC FGHIG JKLLK MFNNF OPNNP QRSSR KCLLC MTUKT VFWWF XXFFX YXXXX ZCA2A2C XCXXC XCKKC B2XGGX B2UMMK XCXXC C2XXXXX A XCFFC XXXXX D2CMMC E2CCCC XXXXX XCHHC ZRXXR F2GB2B2G FXGGX G2XXXX XH2XXH2 XCMMC XGXXG XCUSC FCXXC I2CFFC XXXXX MXXXX XCXXC I2CUSC A MCFFC XXXXX FXXXX XCAAC FXJ2J2X XRXXR FXSSX XKXXK K2KXXX| I | A |
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| Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow | B |
| O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose tow'ring | C |
| The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong | D |
| Was seen the silv'ry peaks among | E |
| With ramparts darkly low'ring | C |
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| Tall Battlements of flint uprose | F |
| Long shadowing down the valley | G |
| A grove of sombre Pine antique | H |
| Amid the white expanse would break | I |
| In many a gloomy alley | G |
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| A strong portcullis entrance show'd | J |
| With ivy brown hung over | K |
| And stagnate the green moat was found | L |
| Whene'er the Trav'ller wander'd round | L |
| Or moon enamour'd Lover | K |
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| Within the spacious Courts were seen | M |
| A thousand gothic fancies | F |
| Of banners trophies armour bright | N |
| Of shields thick batter'd in the fight | N |
| And interwoven lances | F |
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| The BARON GOLFRE long had been | O |
| To solitude devoted | P |
| And oft in pray'r would pass the night | N |
| 'Till day's vermillion stream of light | N |
| Along the blue hill floated | P |
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| And yet his pray'r was little mark'd | Q |
| With pure and calm devotion | R |
| For oft upon the pavement bare | S |
| He'd dash his limbs and rend his hair | S |
| With terrible emotion | R |
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| And sometimes he at midnight hour | K |
| Would howl like wolves wide prowling | C |
| And pale the lamps would glimmer round | L |
| And deep the self mov'd bell would sound | L |
| A knell prophetic tolling | C |
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| For in the Hall three lamps were seen | M |
| That quiver'd dim and near them | T |
| A bell rope hung that from the Tow'r | U |
| Three knells would toll at midnight's hour | K |
| Startl'ing the soul to hear them | T |
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| And oft a dreadful crash was heard | V |
| Shaking the Castle's chambers | F |
| And suddenly the lights would turn | W |
| To paly grey and dimly burn | W |
| Like faint and dying embers | F |
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| Beneath the steep a Maiden dwelt | X |
| The dove eyed ZORIETTO | X |
| A damsel blest with ev'ry grace | F |
| And springing from as old a race | F |
| As Lady of LORETTO | X |
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| Her dwelling was a Goatherds poor | Y |
| Yet she his heart delighted | X |
| Their little hovel open stood | X |
| Beside a lonesome frowning wood | X |
| To travellers benighted | X |
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| Yet oft at midnight when the Moon | Z |
| Its dappled course was steering | C |
| The Castle bell would break their sleep | A2 |
| And ZORIETTO slow would creep | A2 |
| To bar the wicket fearing | C |
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| What did she fear O dreadful thought | X |
| The Moon's wan lustre streaming | C |
| The dim grey lamps the crashing sound | X |
| The lonely Bittern shrieking round | X |
| The roof with pale light gleaming | C |
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| And often when the wintry wind | X |
| Loud whistled o'er their dwelling | C |
| They sat beside their faggot fire | K |
| While ZORIETTO'S aged Sire | K |
| A dismal Tale was telling | C |
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| He told a long and dismal Tale | B2 |
| How a fair LADY perish'd | X |
| How her sweet Baby doom'd to be | G |
| The partner of her destiny | G |
| Was by a peasant cherish'd | X |
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| He told a long and dismal Tale | B2 |
| How from a flinty Tow'r | U |
| A Lady wailing sad was seen | M |
| The lofty grated bars between | M |
| At dawnlight's purple hour | K |
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| He told a Tale of bitter woe | X |
| His heart with pity swelling | C |
| How the fair LADY pin'd and died | X |
| And how her Ghost at Christmas tide | X |
| Would wander near her dwelling | C |
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| He told her how a lowly DAME | C2 |
| The LADY lorn befriended | X |
| Who chang'd her own dear baby dead | X |
| And took the LADY'S in its stead | X |
| And then Forgive her Heav'n He said | X |
| And so his Story ended | X |
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| II | A |
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| As on the rushy floor she sat | X |
| Her hand her pale cheek pressing | C |
| Oft on the GOATHERD'S face her eyes | F |
| Would fix intent her mute surprize | F |
| In frequent starts confessing | C |
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| Then slowly would she turn her head | X |
| And watch the narrow wicket | X |
| And shudder while the wintry blast | X |
| In shrilly cadence swiftly past | X |
| Along the neighb'ring thicket | X |
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| One night it was in winter time | D2 |
| The Castle bell was tolling | C |
| The air was still the Moon was seen | M |
| Sporting her starry train between | M |
| The thin clouds round her rolling | C |
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| And now she watch'd the wasting lamp | E2 |
| Her timid bosom panting | C |
| And now the Crickets faintly sing | C |
| And now she hears the Raven's wing | C |
| Sweeping their low roof slanting | C |
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| And as the wicket latch she clos'd | X |
| A groan was heard she trembled | X |
| And now a clashing steely sound | X |
| In quick vibrations echoed round | X |
| Like murd'rous swords assembled | X |
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| She started back she look'd around | X |
| The Goatherd Swain was sleeping | C |
| A stagnate paleness mark'd her cheek | H |
| She would have call'd but could not speak | H |
| While through the lattice peeping | C |
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| And O how dimly shone the Moon | Z |
| Upon the snowy mountain | R |
| And fiercely did the wild blast blow | X |
| And now her tears began to flow | X |
| Fast as a falling fountain | R |
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| And now she heard the Castle bell | F2 |
| Again toll sad and slowly | G |
| She knelt and sigh'd the lamp burnt pale | B2 |
| She thought upon the dismal Tale | B2 |
| And pray'd with fervour holy | G |
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| And now her little string of beads | F |
| She kiss'd and cross'd her breast | X |
| It was a simple rosary | G |
| Made of the Mountain Holly tree | G |
| By Sainted Father's blest | X |
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| And now the wicket open flew | G2 |
| As though a whirlwind fell'd it | X |
| And now a ghastly figure stood | X |
| Before the Maiden while her blood | X |
| Congeal'd as she beheld it | X |
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| His face was pale his eyes were wild | X |
| His beard was dark and near him | H2 |
| A stream of light was seen to glide | X |
| Marking a poniard crimson dyed | X |
| The bravest soul might fear him | H2 |
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| His forehead was all gash'd and gor'd | X |
| His vest was black and flowing | C |
| His strong hand grasp'd a dagger keen | M |
| And wild and frantic was his mien | M |
| Dread signs of terror showing | C |
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| O fly me not the BARON cried | X |
| In HEAV'N'S name do not fear me | G |
| Just as he spoke the bell thrice toll'd | X |
| Three paly lamps they now behold | X |
| While a faint voice cried HEAR ME | G |
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| And now upon the threshold low | X |
| The wounded GOLFRE kneeling | C |
| Again to HEAV'N address'd his pray'r | U |
| The waning Moon with livid glare | S |
| Was down the dark sky stealing | C |
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| They led him in they bath'd his wounds | F |
| Tears to the red stream adding | C |
| The haughty GOLFRE gaz'd admir'd | X |
| The Peasant Girl his fancy fir'd | X |
| And set his senses madding | C |
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| He prest her hand she turn'd away | I2 |
| Her blushes deeper glowing | C |
| Her cheek still spangled o'er with tears | F |
| So the wild rose more fresh appears | F |
| When the soft dews are flowing | C |
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| Again the BARON fondly gaz'd | X |
| Poor ZORIETTO trembled | X |
| And GOLFRE watch'd her throbbing breast | X |
| Which seem'd with weighty woes oppress'd | X |
| And softest LOVE dissembled | X |
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| The GOATHERD fourscore years had seen | M |
| And he was sick and needy | X |
| The BARON wore a SWORD OF GOLD | X |
| Which Poverty might well behold | X |
| With eyes wide stretch'd and greedy | X |
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| The dawn arose The yellow light | X |
| Around the Alps spread chearing | C |
| The BARON kiss'd the GOATHERD'S child | X |
| Farewell she cried and blushing smil'd | X |
| No future peril fearing | C |
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| Now GOLFRE homeward bent his way | I2 |
| His breast with passion burning | C |
| The Chapel bell was rung for pray'r | U |
| And all save GOLFRE prostrate there | S |
| Thank'd HEAV'N for his returning | C |
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| III | A |
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| Three times the orient ray was seen | M |
| Above the East cliff mounting | C |
| When GOLFRE sought the Cottage Grace | F |
| To share the honours of his race | F |
| With treasures beyond counting | C |
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| The Ev'ning Sun was burning red | X |
| The Twilight veil spread slowly | X |
| While ZORIETTO near the wood | X |
| Where long a little cross had stood | X |
| Was singing Vespers holy | X |
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| And now she kiss'd her Holly beads | F |
| And now she cross'd her breast | X |
| The night dew fell from ev'ry tree | X |
| It fell upon her rosary | X |
| Like tears of Heav'n twice bless'd | X |
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| She knelt upon the brown moss cold | X |
| She knelt with eyes mild beaming | C |
| The day had clos'd she heard a sigh | A |
| She mark'd the dear and frosty sky | A |
| With starry lustre gleaming | C |
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| She rose she heard the draw bridge chains | F |
| Loud clanking down the valley | X |
| She mark'd the yellow torches shine | J2 |
| Between the antique groves of Pine | J2 |
| Bright'ning each gloomy alley | X |
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| And now the breeze began to blow | X |
| Soft stealing up the mountain | R |
| It seem'd at first a dulcet sound | X |
| Like mingled waters wand'ring round | X |
| Slow falling from a fountain | R |
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| And now in wilder tone it rose | F |
| The white peaks sweeping shrilly | X |
| It play'd amidst her golden hair | S |
| It kiss'd her bosom cold and fair | S |
| And sweet as vale born Lily | X |
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| She heard the hollow tread of feet | X |
| Thridding the piny cluster | K |
| The torches flam'd before the wind | X |
| And many a spark was left behind | X |
| To mock the glow worm's lustre | K |
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| She saw them guard the Cottage door | K2 |
| Her heart beat high with wonder | K |
| She heard the fierce and Northern blast | X |
| As o'er the topmost point it past | X |
| Like peals of b | X |
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