The Church Of Brou Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDED CFGF CHHH ICHC CJKJ LMNM OPQP CHGH CHEH CR R OHO LSTS HUVU IHHH IHHH WXHX HRCR HYBY ZA2 HB2O HC2D2 D2E2CE2 CD2D2D2 D2F2D2F2 G2HD2H D2A2LM HBLB CH2D2H2 AI2 J2D2AJ2D2AJ2L LK2LLK2LLL L2LLL2LLL2L M2D2LM2D2LM2L A2LLMLLML AN2 LLM2M2YYD2D2D2D2O2O2 HHH LLHHYYD2D2D2D2D2D2D2 D2A2A2F2F2D2D2D2D2AA LD2D2LLP2P2I | A |
THE CASTLE | B |
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Down the Savoy valleys sounding | C |
Echoing round this castle old | D |
'Mid the distant mountain chalets | E |
Hark what bell for church is toll'd | D |
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In the bright October morning | C |
Savoy's Duke had left his bride | F |
From the castle past the drawbridge | G |
Flow'd the hunters' merry tide | F |
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Steeds are neighing gallants glittering | C |
Gay her smiling lord to greet | H |
From her mullion'd chamber casement | H |
Smiles the Duchess Marguerite | H |
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From Vienna by the Danube | I |
Here she came a bride in spring | C |
Now the autumn crisps the forest | H |
Hunters gather bugles ring | C |
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Hounds are pulling prickers swearing | C |
Horses fret and boar spears glance | J |
Off They sweep the marshy forests | K |
Westward on the side of France | J |
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Hark the game's on foot they scatter | L |
Down the forest ridings lone | M |
Furious single horsemen gallop | N |
Hark a shout a crash a groan | M |
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Pale and breathless came the hunters | O |
On the turf dead lies the boar | P |
God the Duke lies stretch'd beside him | Q |
Senseless weltering in his gore | P |
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In the dull October evening | C |
Down the leaf strewn forest road | H |
To the castle past the drawbridge | G |
Came the hunters with their load | H |
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In the hall with sconces blazing | C |
Ladies waiting round her seat | H |
Clothed in smiles beneath the dais | E |
Sate the Duchess Marguerite | H |
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Hark below the gates unbarring | C |
Tramp of men and quick commands | R |
' 'Tis my lord come back from hunting ' | - |
And the Duchess claps her hands | R |
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Slow and tired came the hunters | O |
Stopp'd in darkness in the court | H |
' Ho this way ye laggard hunters | O |
To the hall What sport What sport ' | - |
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Slow they enter'd with their master | L |
In the hall they laid him down | S |
On his coat were leaves and blood stains | T |
On his brow an angry frown | S |
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Dead her princely youthful husband | H |
Lay before his youthful wife | U |
Bloody 'neath the flaring sconces | V |
And the sight froze all her life | U |
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In Vienna by the Danube | I |
Kings hold revel gallants meet | H |
Gay of old amid the gayest | H |
Was the Duchess Marguerite | H |
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In Vienna by the Danube | I |
Feast and dance her youth beguiled | H |
Till that hour she never sorrow'd | H |
But from then she never smiled | H |
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'Mid the Savoy mountain valleys | W |
Far from town or haunt of man | X |
Stands a lonely church unfinish'd | H |
Which the Duchess Maud began | X |
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Old that Duchess stern began it | H |
In grey age with palsied hands | R |
But she died while it was building | C |
And the Church unfinish'd stands | R |
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Stands as erst the builders left it | H |
When she sank into her grave | Y |
Mountain greensward paves the chancel | B |
Harebells flower in the nave | Y |
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' In my castle all is sorrow ' | - |
Said the Duchess Marguerite then | Z |
'Guide me some one to the mountain | A2 |
We will build the Church again ' | - |
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Sandall'd palmers faring homeward | H |
Austrian knights from Syria came | B2 |
' Austrian wanderers bring O warders | O |
Homage to your Austrian dame ' | - |
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From the gate the warders answer'd | H |
' Gone O knights is she you knew | C2 |
Dead our Duke and gone his Duchess | D2 |
Seek her at the Church of Brou ' | - |
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Austrian knights and march worn palmers | D2 |
Climb the winding mountain way | E2 |
Reach the valley where the Fabric | C |
Rises higher day by day | E2 |
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Stones are sawing hammers ringing | C |
On the work the bright sun shines | D2 |
In the Savoy mountain meadows | D2 |
By the stream below the pines | D2 |
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On her palfry white the Duchess | D2 |
Sate and watch'd her working train | F2 |
Flemish carvers Lombard gilders | D2 |
German masons smiths from Spain | F2 |
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Clad in black on her white palfrey | G2 |
Her old architect beside | H |
There they found her in the mountains | D2 |
Morn and noon and eventide | H |
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There she sate and watch'd the builders | D2 |
Till the Church was roof'd and done | A2 |
Last of all the builders rear'd her | L |
In the nave a tomb of stone | M |
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On the tomb two forms they sculptured | H |
Lifelike in the marble pale | B |
One the Duke in helm and armour | L |
One the Duchess in her veil | B |
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Round the tomb the carved stone fretwork | C |
Was at Easter tide put on | H2 |
Then the Duchess closed her labours | D2 |
And she died at the St John | H2 |
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II | A |
THE CHURCH | I2 |
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Upon the glistening leaden roof | J2 |
Of the new Pile the sunlight shines | D2 |
The stream goes leaping by | A |
The hills are clothed with pines sun proof | J2 |
'Mid bright green fields below the pines | D2 |
Stands the Church on high | A |
What Church is this from men aloof | J2 |
'Tis the Church of Brou | L |
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At sunrise from their dewy lair | L |
Crossing the stream the kine are seen | K2 |
Round the wall to stray | L |
The churchyard wall that clips the square | L |
Of open hill sward fresh and green | K2 |
Where last year they lay | L |
But all things now are order'd fair | L |
Round the Church of Brou | L |
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On Sundays at the matin chime | L2 |
The Alpine peasants two and three | L |
Climb up here to pray | L |
Burghers and dames at summer's prime | L2 |
Ride out to church from Chambery | L |
Dight with mantles gay | L |
But else it is a lonely time | L2 |
Round the Church of Brou | L |
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On Sundays too a priest doth come | M2 |
From the wall'd town beyond the pass | D2 |
Down the mountain way | L |
And then you hear the organ's hum | M2 |
You hear the white robed priest say mass | D2 |
And the people pray | L |
But else the woods and fields are dumb | M2 |
Round the Church of Brou | L |
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And after church when mass is done | A2 |
The people to the nave repair | L |
Round the tomb to stray | L |
And marvel at the Forms of stone | M |
And praise the chisell'd broideries rare | L |
Then they drop away | L |
The princely Pair are left alone | M |
In the Church of Brou | L |
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III | A |
THE TOMB | N2 |
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So rest for ever rest O princely Pair | L |
In your high church 'mid the still mountain air | L |
Where horn and hound and vassals never come | M2 |
Only the blessed Saints are smiling dumb | M2 |
From the rich painted windows of the nave | Y |
On aisle and transept and your marble grave | Y |
Where thou young Prince shalt never more arise | D2 |
From the fringed mattress where thy Duchess lies | D2 |
On autumn mornings when the bugle sounds | D2 |
And ride across the drawbridge with thy hounds | D2 |
To hunt the boar in the crisp woods till eve | O2 |
And thou O Princess shalt no more receive | O2 |
Thou and thy ladies in the hall of state | H |
The jaded hunters with their bloody freight | H |
Coming benighted to the castle gate | H |
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So sleep for ever sleep O marble Pair | L |
Or if ye wake let it be then when fair | L |
On the carved western front a flood of light | H |
Streams from the setting sun and colours bright | H |
Prophets transfigured Saints and Martyrs brave | Y |
In the vast western window of the nave | Y |
And on the pavement round the Tomb there glints | D2 |
A chequer work of glowing sapphire tints | D2 |
And amethyst and ruby then unclose | D2 |
Your eyelids on the stone where ye repose | D2 |
And from your broider'd pillows lift your heads | D2 |
And rise upon your cold white marble beds | D2 |
And looking down on the warm rosy tints | D2 |
Which chequer at your feet the illumined flints | D2 |
Say What is this we are in bliss forgiven | A2 |
Behold the pavement of the courts of Heaven | A2 |
Or let it be on autumn nights when rain | F2 |
Doth rustlingly above your heads complain | F2 |
On the smooth leaden roof and on the walls | D2 |
Shedding her pensive light at intervals | D2 |
The moon through the clere story windows shines | D2 |
And the wind washes through the mountain pines | D2 |
Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high | A |
The foliaged marble forest where ye lie | A |
Hush ye will say it is eternity | L |
This is the glimmering verge of Heaven and these | D2 |
The columns of the heavenly palaces | D2 |
And in the sweeping of the wind your ear | L |
The passage of the Angels' wings will hear | L |
And on the lichen crusted leads above | P2 |
The rustle of the eternal rain of love | P2 |
Matthew Arnold
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