The Trumpeter, An Old English Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCCB DDDBEEEB FFFBFFFB FFFBGGGB HIHBJJJB KKKBFFFB FFFBFFFB FFFBLLMB NNNBOOOB FFFBOOOB PPPQFFFQ OOOQRRRQ BBBQSSSQ FFFTUUUTIt was in the days of a gay British King | A |
In the old fashion'd custom of merry making | A |
The Palace of Woodstock with revels did ring | A |
While they sang and carous'd one and all | B |
For the monarch a plentiful treasury had | C |
And his Courtiers were pleas'd and no visage was sad | C |
And the knavish and foolish with drinking were mad | C |
While they sat in the Banquetting hall | B |
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Some talk'd of their Valour and some of their Race | D |
And vaunted till vaunting was black in the face | D |
Some bragg'd for a title and some for a place | D |
And like braggarts they bragg'd one and all | B |
Some spoke of their scars in the Holy Crusade | E |
Some boasted the banner of Fame they display'd | E |
And some sang their Loves in the soft serenade | E |
As they sat in the Banquetting hall | B |
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And here sat a Baron and there sat a Knight | F |
And here stood a Page in his habit all bright | F |
And here a young Soldier in armour bedight | F |
With a Friar carous'd one and all | B |
Some play'd on the dulcimer some on the lute | F |
And some who had nothing to talk of were mute | F |
Till the Morning awakened put on her grey suit | F |
And the Lark hover'd over the Hall | B |
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It was in a vast gothic Hall that they sate | F |
And the Tables were cover'd with rich gilded plate | F |
And the King and his minions were toping in state | F |
Till their noddles turn'd round one and all | B |
And the Sun through the tall painted windows 'gan peep | G |
And the Vassals were sleeping or longing to sleep | G |
Though the Courtiers still waking their revels did keep | G |
While the minstrels play'd sweet in the Hall | B |
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And now in their Cups the bold topers began | H |
To call for more wine from the cellar yeoman | I |
And while each one replenish'd his goblet or can | H |
The Monarch thus spake to them all | B |
It is fit that the nobles do just what they please | J |
That the Great live in idleness riot and ease | J |
And that those should be favor'd who mark my decrees | J |
And should feast in the Banquetting Hall | B |
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It is fit said the Monarch that riches should claim | K |
A passport to freedom to honor and fame | K |
That the poor should be humble obedient and tame | K |
And in silence submit one and all | B |
That the wise and the holy should toil for the Great | F |
That the Vassals should tend at the tables of state | F |
That the Pilgrim should pray for our souls at the gate | F |
While we feast in our Banquetting Hall | B |
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That the low lineag'd CARLES should be scantily fed | F |
That their drink should be small and still smaller their bread | F |
That their wives and their daughters to ruin be led | F |
And submit to our will one and all | B |
It is fit that whoever I choose to defend | F |
Shall be courted and feasted and lov'd as a friend | F |
While before them the good and enlighten'd shall bend | F |
While they sit in the Banquetting Hall | B |
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Now the Topers grew bold and each talk'd of his right | F |
One would fain be a Baron another a Knight | F |
And another because at the Tournament fight | F |
He had vanquished his foes one and all | B |
Demanded a track of rich lands and rich fare | L |
And of stout serving Vassals a plentiful share | L |
With a lasting exemption from penance and pray'r | M |
And a throne in the Banquetting Hall | B |
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But ONE who had neither been valiant nor wise | N |
With a tone of importance thus vauntingly cries | N |
My Leige he knows how a good subject to prize | N |
And I therefore demand before all | B |
I this Castle possess and the right to maintain | O |
Five hundred stout Bowmen to follow my train | O |
And as many strong Vassals to guard my domain | O |
As the Lord of the Banquetting Hall | B |
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I have fought with all nations and bled in the field | F |
See my lance is unshiver'd tho' batter'd my shield | F |
I have combatted legions yet never would yield | F |
And the Enemy fled one and all | B |
I have rescued a thousand fair Donnas in Spain | O |
I have left in gay France every bosom in pain | O |
I have conquer'd the Russian the Prussian the Dane | O |
And will reign in the Banquetting Hall | B |
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The Monarch now rose with majestical look | P |
And his sword from the scabbard of Jewels he took | P |
And the Castle with laughter and ribaldry shook | P |
While the braggart accosted thus he | Q |
I will give thee a place that will suit thy demand | F |
What to thee is more fitting than Vassals or Land | F |
I will give thee what justice and valour command | F |
For a TRUMPETER bold thou shalt be | Q |
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Now the revellers rose and began to complain | O |
While they menanc'd with gestures and frown'd with disdain | O |
And declar'd that the nobles were fitter to reign | O |
Than a Prince so unruly as He | Q |
But the Monarch cried sternly they taunted him so | R |
From this moment the counsel of fools I forego | R |
And on Wisdom and Virtue will honors bestow | R |
For such ONLY are welcome to Me | Q |
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So saying he quitted the Banquetting Hall | B |
And leaving his Courtiers and flatterers all | B |
Straightway for his Confessor loudly 'gan call | B |
O Father now listen said he | Q |
I have feasted the Fool I have pamper'd the Knave | S |
I have scoff'd at the wise and neglected the brave | S |
And here Holy Man Absolution I crave | S |
For a penitent now I will be | Q |
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From that moment the Monarch grew sober and good | F |
And nestled with Birds of a different brood | F |
For he found that the pathway which wisdom pursu'd | F |
Was pleasant safe quiet and even | T |
That by Temperance Virtue and liberal deeds | U |
By nursing the flowrets and crushing the weeds | U |
The loftiest Traveller always succeeds | U |
For his journey will lead him to HEAV'N | T |
Mary Darby Robinson
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