The Falcon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EFGGHBII JJFFCC KKLLMMCC NNOOPP QQPPRAGN HHPPSS HHNTPPPP UUCCNN VVPPPPCC CCFFPM WWPPCCPP CCCCFF TTHHNNPP PPPPHH XYHHMMH| Fair Princesse of the spacious air | A |
| That hast vouchsaf'd acquaintance here | B |
| With us are quarter'd below stairs | C |
| That can reach heav'n with nought but pray'rs | C |
| Who when our activ'st wings we try | D |
| Advance a foot into the sky | D |
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| Bright heir t' th' bird imperial | E |
| From whose avenging penons fall | F |
| Thunder and lightning twisted spun | G |
| Brave cousin german to the Sun | G |
| That didst forsake thy throne and sphere | H |
| To be an humble pris'ner here | B |
| And for a pirch of her soft hand | I |
| Resign the royal woods' command | I |
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| How often would'st thou shoot heav'ns ark | J |
| Then mount thy self into a lark | J |
| And after our short faint eyes call | F |
| When now a fly now nought at all | F |
| Then stoop so swift unto our sence | C |
| As thou wert sent intelligence | C |
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| Free beauteous slave thy happy feet | K |
| In silver fetters vervails meet | K |
| And trample on that noble wrist | L |
| The gods have kneel'd in vain t' have kist | L |
| But gaze not bold deceived spye | M |
| Too much oth' lustre of her eye | M |
| The Sun thou dost out stare alas | C |
| Winks at the glory of her face | C |
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| Be safe then in thy velvet helm | N |
| Her looks are calms that do orewhelm | N |
| Then the Arabian bird more blest | O |
| Chafe in the spicery of her breast | O |
| And loose you in her breath a wind | P |
| Sow'rs the delicious gales of Inde | P |
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| But now a quill from thine own wing | Q |
| I pluck thy lofty fate to sing | Q |
| Whilst we behold the varions fight | P |
| With mingled pleasure and affright | P |
| The humbler hinds do fall to pray'r | R |
| As when an army's seen i' th' air | A |
| And the prophetick spannels run | G |
| And howle thy epicedium | N |
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| The heron mounted doth appear | H |
| On his own Peg'sus a lanceer | H |
| And seems on earth when he doth hut | P |
| A proper halberdier on foot | P |
| Secure i' th' moore about to sup | S |
| The dogs have beat his quarters up | S |
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| And now he takes the open air | H |
| Drawes up his wings with tactick care | H |
| Whilst th' expert falcon swift doth climbe | N |
| In subtle mazes serpentine | T |
| And to advantage closely twin'd | P |
| She gets the upper sky and wind | P |
| Where she dissembles to invade | P |
| And lies a pol'tick ambuscade | P |
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| The hedg'd in heron whom the foe | U |
| Awaits above and dogs below | U |
| In his fortification lies | C |
| And makes him ready for surprize | C |
| When roused with a shrill alarm | N |
| Was shouted from beneath they arm | N |
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| The falcon charges at first view | V |
| With her brigade of talons through | V |
| Whose shoots the wary heron beat | P |
| With a well counterwheel'd retreat | P |
| But the bold gen'ral never lost | P |
| Hath won again her airy post | P |
| Who wild in this affront now fryes | C |
| Then gives a volley of her eyes | C |
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| The desp'rate heron now contracts | C |
| In one design all former facts | C |
| Noble he is resolv'd to fall | F |
| His and his en'mies funerall | F |
| And to be rid of her to dy | P |
| A publick martyr of the sky | M |
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| When now he turns his last to wreak | W |
| The palizadoes of his beak | W |
| The raging foe impatient | P |
| Wrack'd with revenge and fury rent | P |
| Swift as the thunderbolt he strikes | C |
| Too sure upon the stand of pikes | C |
| There she his naked breast doth hit | P |
| And on the case of rapiers's split | P |
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| But ev'n in her expiring pangs | C |
| The heron's pounc'd within her phangs | C |
| And so above she stoops to rise | C |
| A trophee and a sacrifice | C |
| Whilst her own bells in the sad fall | F |
| Ring out the double funerall | F |
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| Ah victory unhap'ly wonne | T |
| Weeping and red is set the Sun | T |
| Whilst the whole field floats in one tear | H |
| And all the air doth mourning wear | H |
| Close hooded all thy kindred come | N |
| To pay their vows upon thy tombe | N |
| The hobby and the musket too | P |
| Do march to take their last adieu | P |
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| The lanner and the lanneret | P |
| Thy colours bear as banneret | P |
| The GOSHAWK and her TERCEL rows'd | P |
| With tears attend thee as new bows'd | P |
| All these are in their dark array | H |
| Led by the various herald jay | H |
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| But thy eternal name shall live | X |
| Whilst quills from ashes fame reprieve | Y |
| Whilst open stands renown's wide dore | H |
| And wings are left on which to soar | H |
| Doctor robbin the prelate pye | M |
| And the poetick swan shall dye | M |
| Only to sing thy elegie | H |
Richard Lovelace
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