Iseult Of Ireland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC D DDDD E FGAG D FFHF E IADA D DAJA E DKDK K DLJM E NOPO K DKKK JKAK KDQD KOKO KKNK HRSR PAAA KKKK DTUT E NKAK K PVWV E NDKD PXKX DGKG KKDK DA K DA KKKKKKAAAARKKKKKYKKA KAYRJDJZZDKKDKDDBBA2 A2B2B2AAC2AKKAKC2KAL AKKLTTRRRARRAAA XARXAKKRRaise the light my page that I may see her | A |
Thou art come at last then haughty Queen | B |
Long I've waited long I've fought my fever | A |
Late thou comest cruel thou hast been | C |
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Iseult | D |
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Blame me not poor sufferer that I tarried | D |
Bound I was I could not break the band | D |
Chide not with the past but feel the present | D |
I am here we meet I hold thy hand | D |
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Tristram | E |
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Thou art come indeed thou hast rejoin'd me | F |
Thou hast dared it but too late to save | G |
Fear not now that men should tax thine honour | A |
I am dying build thou may'st my grave | G |
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Iseult | D |
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Tristram ah for love of Heaven speak kindly | F |
What I hear these bitter words from thee | F |
Sick with grief I am and faint with travel | H |
Take my hand dear Tristram look on me | F |
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Tristram | E |
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I forget thou comest from thy voyage | I |
Yes the spray is on thy cloak and hair | A |
But thy dark eyes are not dimm'd proud Iseult | D |
And thy beauty never was more fair | A |
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Iseult | D |
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Ah harsh flatterer let alone my beauty | D |
I like thee have left my youth afar | A |
Take my hand and touch these wasted fingers | J |
See my cheek and lips how white they are | A |
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Tristram | E |
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Thou art paler but thy sweet charm Iseult | D |
Would not fade with the dull years away | K |
Ah how fair thou standest in the moonlight | D |
I forgive thee Iseult thou wilt stay | K |
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Iseult | K |
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Fear me not I will be always with thee | D |
I will watch thee tend thee soothe thy pain | L |
Sing thee tales of true long parted lovers | J |
Join'd at evening of their days again | M |
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Tristram | E |
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No thou shalt not speak I should be finding | N |
Something alter'd in thy courtly tone | O |
Sit sit by me I will think we've lived so | P |
In the green wood all our lives alone | O |
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Iseult | K |
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Alter'd Tristram Not in courts believe me | D |
Love like mine is alter'd in the breast | K |
Courtly life is light and cannot reach it | K |
Ah it lives because so deep suppress'd | K |
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What thou think'st men speak in courtly chambers | J |
Words by which the wretched are consoled | K |
What thou think'st this aching brow was cooler | A |
Circled Tristram by a band of gold | K |
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Royal state with Marc my deep wrong'd husband | K |
That was bliss to make my sorrows flee | D |
Silken courtiers whispering honied nothings | Q |
Those were friends to make me false to thee | D |
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Ah on which if both our lots were balanc'd | K |
Was indeed the heaviest burden thrown | O |
Thee a pining exile in thy forest | K |
Me a smiling queen upon my throne | O |
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Vain and strange debate where both have suffer'd | K |
Both have pass'd a youth consumed and sad | K |
Both have brought their anxious day to evening | N |
And have now short space for being glad | K |
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Join'd we are henceforth nor will thy people | H |
Nor thy younger Iseult take it ill | R |
That a former rival shares her office | S |
When she sees her humbled pale and still | R |
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I a faded watcher by thy pillow | P |
I a statue on thy chapel floor | A |
Pour'd in prayer before the Virgin Mother | A |
Rouse no anger make no rivals more | A |
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She will cry Is this the foe I dreaded | K |
This his idol this that royal bride | K |
Ah an hour of health would purge his eyesight | K |
Stay pale queen for ever by my side | K |
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Hush no words that smile I see forgives me | D |
I am now thy nurse I bid thee sleep | T |
Close thine eyes this flooding moonlight blinds them | U |
Nay all's well again thou must not weep | T |
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Tristram | E |
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I am happy yet I feel there's something | N |
Swells my heart and takes my breath away | K |
Through a mist I see thee near come nearer | A |
Bend bend down I yet have much to say | K |
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Iseult | K |
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Heaven his head sinks back upon the pillow | P |
Tristram Tristram let thy heart not fail | V |
Call on god and on the holy angels | W |
What love courage Christ he is so pale | V |
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Tristram | E |
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Hush 'tis vain I feel my end approaching | N |
This is what my mother said should be | D |
When the fierce pains took her in the forest | K |
The deep draughts of death in bearing me | D |
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Son she said thy name shall be of sorrow | P |
Tristram art thou call'd for my death's sake | X |
So she said and died in the drear forest | K |
Grief since then his home with me doth make | X |
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I am dying Start not nor look wildly | D |
Me thy living friend thou canst not save | G |
But since living we were ununited | K |
Go not far O Iseult from my grave | G |
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Close mine eyes then seek the princess Iseult | K |
Speak her fair she is of royal blood | K |
Say I will'd so that thou stay beside me | D |
She will grant it she is kind and good | K |
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Now to sail the seas of death I leave thee | D |
One last kiss upon the living shore | A |
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Iseult | K |
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Tristram Tristram stay receive me with thee | D |
Iseult leaves thee Tristram never more | A |
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You see them clear the moon shines bright | K |
Slow slow and softly where she stood | K |
She sinks upon the ground her hood | K |
Had fallen back her arms outspread | K |
Still hold her lover's hand her head | K |
Is bow'd half buried on the bed | K |
O'er the blanch'd sheet her raven hair | A |
Lies in disorder'd streams and there | A |
Strung like white stars the pearls still are | A |
And the golden bracelets heavy and rare | A |
Flash on her white arms still | R |
The very same which yesternight | K |
Flash'd in the silver sconces' light | K |
When the feast was gay and the laughter loud | K |
In Tyntagel's palace proud | K |
But then they deck'd a restless ghost | K |
With hot flush'd cheeks and brilliant eyes | Y |
And quivering lips on which the tide | K |
Of courtly speech abruptly died | K |
And a glance which over the crowded floor | A |
The dancers and the festive host | K |
Flew ever to the door | A |
That the knights eyed her in surprise | Y |
And the dames whispered scoffingly | R |
Her moods good lack they pass like showers | J |
But yesternight and she would be | D |
As pale and still as wither'd flowers | J |
And now to night she laughs and speaks | Z |
And has a colour in her cheeks | Z |
Christ keep us from such fantasy | D |
The air of the December night | K |
Steals coldly around the chamber bright | K |
Where those lifeless lovers be | D |
Swinging with it in the light | K |
Flaps the ghostlike tapestry | D |
And on the arras wrought you see | D |
A stately Huntsman clad in green | B |
And round him a fresh forest scene | B |
On that clear forest knoll he stays | A2 |
With his pack round him and delays | A2 |
He stares and stares with troubled face | B2 |
At this huge gleam lit fireplace | B2 |
At that bright iron figured door | A |
And those blown rushes on the floor | A |
He gazes down into the room | C2 |
With heated cheeks and flurried air | A |
And to himself he seems to say | K |
What place is this and who are they | K |
Who is that kneeling Lady fair | A |
And on his pillows that pale Knight | K |
Who seems of marble on a tomb | C2 |
How comes it here this chamber bright | K |
Through whose mullion'd windows clear | A |
The castle court all wet with rain | L |
The drawbridge and the moat appear | A |
And then the beach and mark'd with spray | K |
The sunken reefs and far away | K |
The unquiet bright Atlantic plain | L |
What has some glamour made me sleep | T |
And sent me with my dogs to sweep | T |
By night with boisterous bugle peal | R |
Through some old sea side knightly hall | R |
Not in the free green wood at all | R |
That Knight's asleep and at her prayer | A |
That Lady by the bed doth kneel | R |
Then hush thou boisterous bugle peal | R |
The wild boar rustles in his lair | A |
The fierce hounds snuff the tainted air | A |
But lord and hounds keep rooted there | A |
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Cheer cheer thy dogs into the brake | X |
O Hunter and without a fear | A |
Thy golden tassell'd bugle blow | R |
And through the glades thy pastime take | X |
For thou wilt rouse no sleepers here | A |
For these thou seest are unmoved | K |
Cold cold as those who lived and loved | K |
A thousand years ago | R |
Matthew Arnold
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