The Earl's Minstrel Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 28 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

I had a passion when I was a child	A
For a most pleasant idleness In June	B
When the thick masses of the leaves were stirr'd	C
With a just audible murmur and the streams	D
Fainted in their cool places to a low	E
Unnotic'd tinkle and the reapers hung	F
Their sickles in the trees and went to sleep	G
Then might you find me in an antique chair	H
Cushion'd with cunning luxury which stood	I
In the old study corner by a nook	J
Crowded with volumes of the old romance	K
And there the long and quiet summer day	L
Lay I with half clos'd eyelids turning o'er	M
Leaf after leaf until the twilight blurr'd	C
Their singular and time stain'd characters	N
'Twas a forgetful lore and it is blent	C
With dreams that in my fitful slumber came	O
And is remember'd faintly But to day	C
With the strange waywardness of human thought	C
A story has come back to me which I	P
Had long forgotten and I tell it now	Q
Because it hath a savour that I find	C
But seldom in the temper of the world	C
	-
Angelo turn'd away He was a poor	R
Unhonor'd minstrel and he might not breathe	S
Love to the daughter of an Earl She rais'd	C
Proudly her beautiful head and shook away	C
From her clear temples the luxuriant hair	H
And told him it would ever please her well	T
To listen to his minstrelsy but love	U
Was for a loftier lip and then the tear	H
Stole to her flashing eye for as she spoke	V
There rose up a remembrance of his keen	W
Unstooping spirit and his noble heart	C
Given her like a sacrifice and she held	C
Her hand for him to kiss and said Farewell	T
Think of me Angelo and so pass'd on	X
	-
The color to his forehead mounted high	P
And his thin lip curl'd haughtily and then	Y
As if his mood had chang'd he bow'd his head	C
Low on his bosom and remain'd awhile	Z
Lost in his bitter thoughts and then again	Y
He lifted to its height his slender form	A2
And his moist eye grew clear and his hand pass'd	C
Rapidly o'er his instrument while thus	B2
He gave his spirit voice	C2
	-
It did not need that alter'd look	J
Nor that uplifted brow	Q
I had not ask'd thy haughty love	U
Were I as proud as now	Q
My love was like a beating heart	C
Unbidden and unstayed	C
And had I known but half its power	M
It had not been betray'd	C
	-
I did not seek thy titled hand	C
I thought not of thy name	O
I only granted utterance	D2
To one wild thought of flame	O
I did not dream thou couldst be mine	E2
Or I a thought to thee	F2
I only knew my lip must let	C
Some burning thought go free	F2
	-
I lov'd thee for thy high born grace	G2
Thy deep and lustrous eye	P
For the sweet meaning of thy brow	Q
And for thy bearing high	P
I lov'd thee for thy stainless truth	H2
Thy thirst for higher things	I2
For all that to our common lot	C
A better temper brings	I2
	-
And are they not all thine still thine	E2
Is not thy heart as true	J2
Holds not thy step its noble grace	G2
Thy cheek its dainty hue	J2
And have I not an ear to hear	K2
A cloudless eye to see	F2
And a thirst for beautiful human thought	C
That first was stirr'd with thee	F2
	-
Then why should I turn from thee now	Q
Why should not I love on	X
Dreaming of thee by night by day	C
As I have ever done	L2
My service shall be still as leal	M2
My love as quenchless burn	N2
It shames me of my selfish thought	C
That dream'd of a return	N2
	-
He married her Perhaps it spoils the tale	O2
But she had listen'd to his song unseen	W
And kept it in her heart and by and by	P
When Angelo did service for his king	P2
And was prefer'd to honor she betray'd	C
Her secret in some delicate way that I	P
Do not remember and so ends the tale	O2

Nathaniel Parker Willis

The Earl's Minstrel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About The Earl's Minstrel

Write your comment about The Earl's Minstrel poem by Nathaniel Parker Willis

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets