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 airA
That hast vouchsaf'd acquaintance hereB
With us are quarter'd below stairsC
That can reach heav'n with nought but pray'rsC
Who when our activ'st wings we tryD
Advance a foot into the skyD
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Bright heir t' th' bird imperialE
From whose avenging penons fallF
Thunder and lightning twisted spunG
Brave cousin german to the SunG
That didst forsake thy throne and sphereH
To be an humble pris'ner hereB
And for a pirch of her soft handI
Resign the royal woods' commandI
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How often would'st thou shoot heav'ns arkJ
Then mount thy self into a larkJ
And after our short faint eyes callF
When now a fly now nought at allF
Then stoop so swift unto our senceC
As thou wert sent intelligenceC
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Free beauteous slave thy happy feetK
In silver fetters vervails meetK
And trample on that noble wristL
The gods have kneel'd in vain t' have kistL
But gaze not bold deceived spyeM
Too much oth' lustre of her eyeM
The Sun thou dost out stare alasC
Winks at the glory of her faceC
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Be safe then in thy velvet helmN
Her looks are calms that do orewhelmN
Then the Arabian bird more blestO
Chafe in the spicery of her breastO
And loose you in her breath a windP
Sow'rs the delicious gales of IndeP
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But now a quill from thine own wingQ
I pluck thy lofty fate to singQ
Whilst we behold the varions fightP
With mingled pleasure and affrightP
The humbler hinds do fall to pray'rR
As when an army's seen i' th' airA
And the prophetick spannels runG
And howle thy epicediumN
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The heron mounted doth appearH
On his own Peg'sus a lanceerH
And seems on earth when he doth hutP
A proper halberdier on footP
Secure i' th' moore about to supS
The dogs have beat his quarters upS
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And now he takes the open airH
Drawes up his wings with tactick careH
Whilst th' expert falcon swift doth climbeN
In subtle mazes serpentineT
And to advantage closely twin'dP
She gets the upper sky and windP
Where she dissembles to invadeP
And lies a pol'tick ambuscadeP
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The hedg'd in heron whom the foeU
Awaits above and dogs belowU
In his fortification liesC
And makes him ready for surprizeC
When roused with a shrill alarmN
Was shouted from beneath they armN
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The falcon charges at first viewV
With her brigade of talons throughV
Whose shoots the wary heron beatP
With a well counterwheel'd retreatP
But the bold gen'ral never lostP
Hath won again her airy postP
Who wild in this affront now fryesC
Then gives a volley of her eyesC
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The desp'rate heron now contractsC
In one design all former factsC
Noble he is resolv'd to fallF
His and his en'mies funerallF
And to be rid of her to dyP
A publick martyr of the skyM
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When now he turns his last to wreakW
The palizadoes of his beakW
The raging foe impatientP
Wrack'd with revenge and fury rentP
Swift as the thunderbolt he strikesC
Too sure upon the stand of pikesC
There she his naked breast doth hitP
And on the case of rapiers's splitP
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But ev'n in her expiring pangsC
The heron's pounc'd within her phangsC
And so above she stoops to riseC
A trophee and a sacrificeC
Whilst her own bells in the sad fallF
Ring out the double funerallF
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Ah victory unhap'ly wonneT
Weeping and red is set the SunT
Whilst the whole field floats in one tearH
And all the air doth mourning wearH
Close hooded all thy kindred comeN
To pay their vows upon thy tombeN
The hobby and the musket tooP
Do march to take their last adieuP
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The lanner and the lanneretP
Thy colours bear as banneretP
The GOSHAWK and her TERCEL rows'dP
With tears attend thee as new bows'dP
All these are in their dark arrayH
Led by the various herald jayH
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But thy eternal name shall liveX
Whilst quills from ashes fame reprieveY
Whilst open stands renown's wide doreH
And wings are left on which to soarH
Doctor robbin the prelate pyeM
And the poetick swan shall dyeM
Only to sing thy elegieH

Richard Lovelace



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