Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACCAA DDEEFFGGAA HHHHIIJJHHHH HHKKIILLMMH GGNNHHBBHHHHBBOOIIHH EEOOPPQ IIRRHHHHOOGGISHHTTUU VVHHHHWW HHHHHHXXHHYYHHZA2 B2B2OOC2C2IIGD2GD2 HBHB HSHS E2HF2H G2HHG2H2H2D2D2D2IIII III2HI2I2HJ2J2 IIIWWGGHHHHHHK2K2GGE EHHGGII EEG2G2GGUUHH EEK2K2HHIIHHL2M2IIBB OON2 IIHHHH O2G2UG2P2P2 HIHIP2P2 I2II2IP2P2 G2G2HHHHG2G2GGGGHJJH H'Betimes my heritage was sold | A |
To buy this heart of solid gold | A |
Ye all perchance have jewels fine | B |
But what are such compar'd to mine | B |
O they are formal poor and cold | A |
And out of fashion when they're old | A |
But this is of unchanging ore | C |
And every day is valued more | C |
Not all the eye could e'er behold | A |
Should purchase back this heart of gold | A |
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'How oft its temper has been tried | D |
Its noble nature purified | D |
And still it from the furnace came | E |
Uninjur'd by the subtil flame | E |
Like truth itself pale simple pure | F |
Yielding yet fitted to endure | F |
No rust no tarnish can arise | G |
To hide its lustre from our eyes | G |
And this world's choicest gift I hold | A |
While I can keep my heart of gold | A |
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'Whatever treasure may be lost | H |
Whatever project may be crost | H |
Whatever other boon denied | H |
The amulet I long have tried | H |
Has still a sweet attractive power | I |
To draw the confidential hour | I |
That hour for weakness and for grief | J |
For true condolement full belief | J |
O I can never feel bereft | H |
While one possession shall be left | H |
That which I now in triumph hold | H |
This dear this cherish'd heart of gold | H |
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'Come all who wish to be enroll'd | H |
Our order is the heart of gold | H |
The vain the artful and the nice | K |
Can never pay the weighty price | K |
For they must selfishness abjure | I |
Have tongue and hand and conscience pure | I |
Suffering for friendship never grieve | L |
But with a god like strength believe | L |
In the oft absent power of truth | M |
As they have seen it in their youth | M |
Ye who have grown in such a mould | H |
Are worthy of the heart of gold ' | - |
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Ceasing and in the act to rise | G |
A voice exclaim'd 'Receive the prize | G |
Earl William let me pardon crave | N |
Thus yielding what thy kindness gave | N |
But with such strange intense delight | H |
This maiden fills my ear my sight | H |
I long so ardently to twine | B |
In her renown one gift of mine | B |
That having but a die to cast | H |
Lest our first meeting prove our last | H |
I would ensure myself the lot | H |
Not to be utterly forgot | H |
And this my offering here consign | B |
Worthy because it once was thine | B |
Then maiden from a warrior deign | O |
To take this golden heart and chain | O |
Thy order's emblem and afar | I |
Its light shall lead me like a star | I |
If thou its mistress didst requite | H |
With guerdon meet each chosen knight | H |
If from that gifted hand there came | E |
A badge of such excelling fame | E |
The broider'd scarf might wave in vain | O |
Unenvied might a rival gain | O |
Amid assembled peers the crown | P |
Of tournay triumph and renown | P |
For me its charm would all be gone | Q |
E'en though a princess set it on ' | - |
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I bow'd my thanks and quick withdrew | I |
Glad to escape from public view | I |
Laden with presents and with praise | R |
Beyond the meed of former days | R |
But that on which I gaz'd with pride | H |
Which I could scarcely lay aside | H |
Even to close my eyes for rest | H |
I wear it now upon my breast | H |
And there till death it shall remain | O |
Was this same golden heart and chain | O |
The peacock crown with all its eyes | G |
Its emerald jacinth sapphire dyes | G |
When first irradiate o'er my brow | I |
Wav'd its rich plumes in gleaming flow | S |
Did not so deep a thrill impart | H |
So soften so dilate my heart | H |
No praise had touch'd me as it fell | T |
Like his because I saw full well | T |
Honour and sweetness orb'd did lie | U |
Within the circlet of his eye | U |
Integrity which could not swerve | V |
A judgment of that purer nerve | V |
Fearing itself and only bound | H |
By truth and love to all around | H |
Which dared not feign and scorn'd to vaunt | H |
Nor interest led nor power could daunt | H |
Acting as if it mov'd alone | W |
In sight of the Almighty's throne | W |
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His graceful form my Fancy caught | H |
It was the same she always brought | H |
When legends mentioned knights of old | H |
The courteous eloquent and bold | H |
The same dark locks his forehead grac'd | H |
A crown by partial Nature plac'd | H |
With the large hollows and the swells | X |
And short close tendril twine of shells | X |
Though grave in aspect when he smil'd | H |
'Twas gay and artless as a child | H |
With him expression seem'd a law | Y |
You only Nature's dictates saw | Y |
But they in full perfection wrought | H |
Of generous feeling varied thought | H |
All that can elevate or move | Z |
That we admire esteem and love | A2 |
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Thus when it pleas'd the youthful king | B2 |
Who wish'd yet more to hear me sing | B2 |
That I should follow o'er the main | O |
In good Earl William's sober train | O |
As slow we linger'd on the seas | C2 |
I inly blest each wayward breeze | C2 |
For still the graceful knight was near | I |
Prompt to discourse relate and hear | I |
The spirit had that exercise | G |
The fine perceptions' play | D2 |
That perish with the worldly wise | G |
The torpid and the gay | D2 |
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In the strings of their lyres as the poets of old | H |
Fresh blossoms were used to entwine | B |
As the shrines of their gods were enamell'd with gold | H |
And sparkling with gems from the mine | B |
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So grac'd with delights that arise in the mind | H |
As through flowers the language should flow | S |
While the eye where we fancy all soul is enshrin'd | H |
With divine emanations should glow | S |
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The voice or the look gifted thus has a charm | E2 |
Remembrance springs onward to greet | H |
And thought like an angel flies living and warm | F2 |
When announcing the moment to meet | H |
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And it was thus when Eustace spoke | G2 |
Thus brightly his ideas glanc'd | H |
Met mine and smil'd as they advanc'd | H |
For all his fervour I partook | G2 |
Pour'd out my spirit in each theme | H2 |
And follow'd every waking dream | H2 |
Now in Fancy's airy play | D2 |
Near at hand and far away | D2 |
All that was sportive wild and gay | D2 |
Now led by Pity to deplore | I |
Hearts that can ache and bleed no more | I |
We roam'd long tales of sadness o'er | I |
Now prompted by achievements higher | I |
We caught the hero's martyr's fire | I |
Who listening to an angel choir | I |
Rapt and devoted following still | I2 |
Where duty or religion led | H |
The mind prepar'd subdued the will | I2 |
Bent their grand purpose to fulfil | I2 |
Conquer'd endur'd or meekly bled | H |
Nor wonder'd we for we were given | J2 |
Like them to zeal to truth and heaven | J2 |
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Receding silently from view | I |
Freedom unthought of then withdrew | I |
We neither mark'd her as she flew | I |
Nor ever had her absence known | W |
From care or question of our own | W |
At court emotion or surprize | G |
Reveal'd the truth to other eyes | G |
The pride of England's nobles staid | H |
Too often near the minstrel maid | H |
And many in derision smil'd | H |
To see him pay a peasant's child | H |
For such they deem'd me deep respect | H |
While birth and grandeur met neglect | H |
Soon sway'd by duty more than wealth | K2 |
He listen'd and he look'd by stealth | K2 |
And I grew careless in my lays | G |
Languish'd for that exclusive praise | G |
Yet conscious of an equal claim | E |
Above each base or sordid aim | E |
From wounded feeling and from pride | H |
My pain I coldly strove to hide | H |
And when encounter'd by surprize | G |
Rapture rose flashing in his eyes | G |
My formal speech and careless air | I |
Would call a sudden anger there | I |
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Reserv'd and sullen we became | E |
Tenacious both and both to blame | E |
Yet often an upbraiding look | G2 |
Controul'd the sentence as I spoke | G2 |
Prompt and direct its flight arose | G |
But sunk or waver'd at the close | G |
Often beneath his softening eye | U |
I felt my resolution die | U |
And half relentingly forgot | H |
His splendid and my humble lot | H |
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Sometimes a sudden fancy came | E |
That he who bore my father's name | E |
Broken in spirit and in health | K2 |
Was weary of ill gotten wealth | K2 |
I to the cloister saw him led | H |
Saw the wide cowl upon his head | H |
Heard him in his last dying hour | I |
Warn others from the thirst of power | I |
Adjure the orphan of his friend | H |
Pardon and needful aid to lend | H |
If heaven vouchsaf'd her yet to live | L2 |
For could she pity and forgive | M2 |
'Twould wing his penitential prayer | I |
With better hope of mercy there | I |
Then did he rank and lands resign | B |
With all that was in justice mine | B |
And I pretending to be vain | O |
Return'd the world its poor disdain | O |
But smil'd on Eustace once again | N2 |
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Thus vision after vision flew | I |
Leaving again before my view | I |
That Errata The hollow scene the scornful crowd | H |
To which that heart had never bow'd | H |
Whose tenderness I hourly fed | H |
While thus I to its nursling said | H |
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Be silent Love nor from my lip | O2 |
In faint or hurried language speak | G2 |
Be motionless within my eye | U |
And never wander to my cheek | G2 |
Retir'd and passive thou must be | P2 |
Or truly I shall banish thee | P2 |
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Thou art a restless wayward sprite | H |
So young so tender and so fair | I |
I dare not trust thee from my sight | H |
Nor let thee breathe the common air | I |
Home to my heart then quickly flee | P2 |
It is the only place for thee | P2 |
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And hush thee sweet one in that cell | I2 |
For I will whisper in thine ear | I |
Those tales that Hope and Fancy tell | I2 |
Which it may please thee best to hear | I |
I will not may not set thee free | P2 |
I die if aught discover thee | P2 |
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Where are the plaudits warm and long | G2 |
That erst have follow'd Marie's song | G2 |
The full assenting sudden loud | H |
The buz of pleasure in the crowd | H |
The harp was still but silence reign'd | H |
Listening as if she still complain'd | H |
For Pity threw her gentle yoke | G2 |
Across Impatience ere he spoke | G2 |
And Thought in pondering o'er her strains | G |
Had that cold state he oft maintains | G |
But soon the silence seem'd to say | G |
Fair mourner reassume thy lay | G |
And in the chords her fingers stray'd | H |
For aching Memory found relief | J |
In mounting to the source of grief | J |
A tender symphony she play'd | H |
Then bow'd and thus unask'd obey'd | H |
Matilda Betham
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