Colin's Mistakes. Written In Imitation Of Spenser's Style Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACACDD EFEFGHGIJJ KLKLMGMGNN OPOPQDQDQQ RSRLTFTFDD UGUGVOVOWW XRXRYHYIAZ UA2B2C2AHAHD2D2 E2F2E2E2E2E2E2E2CC E2G2E2H2QI2QI2J2J2 QE2QE2PE2PE2E2E2Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred | A |
Ye Nymphs for every guard that sacred stream | B |
To Wimple's woody shade his way he sped | A |
Flourish those woods the Muses' endless theme | B |
As whilom Colin ancient books had read | A |
Lays Greek and Roman would he oft rehearse | C |
And much he loved and much by heart he said | A |
What Father Spenser sung in British verse | C |
Who reads that bard desire like him to write | D |
Still fearful of success still tempted by delight | D |
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Soon as Aurora had unbarr'd the morn | E |
And light discover'd Nature's cheerful face | F |
The sounding clarion and the sprightly horn | E |
Call'd the blithe huntsman to the distance chase | F |
Eftsoons they issue forth a goodly band | G |
The deep mouth'd bounds with thunder rend the air | H |
The fiery coursers strike the rising sand | G |
Far through the thicket flies the frighted deer | I |
Harley the honour of the day supports | J |
His presence glads the woods his orders guide the sports | J |
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On a fair palfrey well equipp'd did sit | K |
An Amazonian dame a scarlet vest | L |
For active horsemanship adaptly fit | K |
Enclosed her dainty limbs a plumed crest | L |
Waved o'er her head obedient by her side | M |
Her friends and servants rode with artful hand | G |
Full well knew she the steed to turn and guide | M |
The willing steed received her soft command | G |
Courage and sweetness on her face was seated | N |
On her all eyes were bent and all good wishes waited | N |
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This seeing Colin thus his Muse bespake | O |
For alltydes was the Muse to Colin nigh | P |
Ah me too nigh or Clio I mistake | O |
Or that bright form that pleaseth so mine eye | P |
Is Jove's fair daughter Pallas gracious queen | Q |
Of liberal arts with wonder and delight | D |
In Homer's verse we read her well I ween | Q |
That emulous of his Grecian master's flight | D |
Dan Spenser makes the favourite goddess known | Q |
When in her graceful look fair Britomart is shown | Q |
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At noon as Colin to the castle came | R |
Oped were the gates and right prepared the feast | S |
Appears at table richly clad a dame | R |
The lord's delight the wonder of the guest | L |
With pearl and jewels was she sumptuous deck'd | T |
As well became her dignity and place | F |
But the beholders mought her gems neglect | T |
To fix their eyes on her more lovely face | F |
Serene with glory and with softness bright | D |
O beauty sent from heaven to cheer the mortal sight | D |
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Liberal Munificence behind her stood | U |
And decent State obey'd her high command | G |
And Charity diffuse of native good | U |
At once portrays her mind and guides her hand | G |
As to each guest some fruits she deign'd to lift | V |
And silence with obliging parley broke | O |
How gracious seem'd to each th' imparted gift | V |
But how more gracious what the giver spoke | O |
Such ease such freedom did her deed attend | W |
That every guest rejoiced exalted to a friend | W |
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Quoth Colin Clio if my feeble sense | X |
Can well distinguish yon illustrious dame | R |
Who nobly doth such gentle gifts dispense | X |
In Latian numbers Juno is her name | R |
Great goddess who with peace and plenty crown'd | Y |
To all that under sky breathe vital air | H |
Diffuseth bliss and through the world around | Y |
Pours wealthy ease and scatters joyous cheer | I |
Certes of her in semblant guise I read | A |
Where Spenser decks his lays with Gloriana's deed | Z |
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As Colin mused at evening near the wood | U |
A nymph undress'd beseemeth by him pass'd | A2 |
Down to her feet her silken garment flow'd | B2 |
A riband bound and shaped her slender waist | C2 |
A veil dependent from her comely head | A |
And beauteous plenty of Ambrosial hair | H |
O'er her fair breast and lovely shoulders spread | A |
Behind fell loose and wanton'd with the air | H |
The smiling Zephyrs call'd their amorous brothers | D2 |
They kiss'd the waving lawn and wafted it to others | D2 |
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Daisies and violets rose where'er she trod | E2 |
As Flora kind her roots and buds had sorted | F2 |
And led by Hymen wedlock's mystic god | E2 |
Ten thousand Loves around the nymph disported | E2 |
Quoth Colin Now I ken the goddess bright | E2 |
Whom poets sing all human hearts enthrall'd | E2 |
Obey her power her kindness the delight | E2 |
Of gods and men great Venus is she call'd | E2 |
When Mantuan Virgil doth her charms rehearse | C |
Belphebe is her name in gentle Edmund's verse | C |
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Heard this the Muse and with a smile replied | E2 |
Which show'd soft anger mix'd with friendly love | G2 |
Twin sisters still were Ignorance and Pride | E2 |
Can we know right till error we remove | H2 |
But Colin well I wist will never learn | Q |
Who slights his guide shall deviate from his way | I2 |
Me to have ask'd what thou couldst not discern | Q |
To thee pertain'd to me the thing to say | I2 |
What heavenly will from human eye conceals | J2 |
How can the bard aread unless the Muse reveals | J2 |
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Nor Pallas thou nor Britomart hast seen | Q |
When soon at morn the flying deer was chased | E2 |
Nor Jove's great wife nor Spenser's fairy Queen | Q |
At noontide dealt the honours of the feast | E2 |
Nor Venus nor Belphebe didst thou spy | P |
The evening's glory and the groves delight | E2 |
Henceforth if ask'd instructed right reply | P |
That all the day to knowing mortals' sight | E2 |
Bright Ca'ndish Holles Harley stood confess'd | E2 |
As various hour advised in various habit dress'd | E2 |
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