Count Gismond Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDD EFEFGG HIHIJJ K LMLMNN K OPOPQQ K RSRSTT K UVUWXX K YZA2ZB2C2 W D2ID2IGG W E2F2E2F2GG W KOKOG2G2 W H2I2H2I2J2J2 W K2L2K2L2NN H2 M2YM2YN2N2 H2 I2WI2WH2H2 H2 O2P2O2P2H2H2 H2 E2Q2E2Q2R2R2 H2 S2T2S2T2MM W U2V2U2V2W2W2 W X2Y2X2Y2WW W Z2A3B3A3C3GAIX IN PROVENCE | A |
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I | - |
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Christ God who savest man save most | B |
Of men Count Gismond who saved me | C |
Count Gauthier when he chose his post | B |
Chose time and place and company | C |
To suit it when he struck at length | D |
My honour 'twas with all his strength | D |
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II | - |
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And doubtlessly ere he could draw | E |
All points to one he must have schemed | F |
That miserable morning saw | E |
Few half so happy as I seemed | F |
While being dressed in Queen's array | G |
To give our Tourney prize away | G |
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III | - |
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I thought they loved me did me grace | H |
To please themselves 'twas all their deed | I |
God makes or fair or foul our face | H |
If showing mine so caused to bleed | I |
My cousins' hearts they should have dropped | J |
A word and straight the play had stopped | J |
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IV | K |
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They too so beauteous Each a queen | L |
By virtue of her brow and breast | M |
Not needing to be crowned I mean | L |
As I do E'en when I was dressed | M |
Had either of them spoke instead | N |
Of glancing sideways with still head | N |
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V | K |
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But no they let me laugh and sing | O |
My birthday song quite through adjust | P |
The last rose in my garland fling | O |
A last look on the mirror trust | P |
My arms to each an arm of theirs | Q |
And so descend the castle stairs | Q |
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VI | K |
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And come out on the morning troop | R |
Of merry friends who kissed my cheek | S |
And called me Queen and made me stoop | R |
Under the canopy a streak | S |
That pierced it of the outside sun | T |
Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun | T |
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VII | K |
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And they could let me take my state | U |
And foolish throne amid applause | V |
Of all come there to celebrate | U |
My Queen's day Oh I think the cause | W |
Of much was they forgot no crowd | X |
Makes up for parents in their shroud | X |
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VIII | K |
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However that be all eyes were bent | Y |
Upon me when my cousins cast | Z |
Theirs down 'twas time I should present | A2 |
The victor's crown but there 'twill last | Z |
No long time the old mist again | B2 |
Blinds me as then it did How vain | C2 |
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IX | W |
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See Gismond's at the gate in talk | D2 |
With his two boys I can proceed | I |
Well at that moment who should stalk | D2 |
Forth boldly to my face indeed | I |
But Gauthier and he thundered Stay | G |
And all stayed Bring no crowns I say | G |
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X | W |
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Bring torches Wind the penance sheet | E2 |
About her Let her shun the chaste | F2 |
Or lay herself before their feet | E2 |
Shall she whose body I embraced | F2 |
A night long queen it in the day | G |
For Honour's sake no crowns I say | G |
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XI | W |
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I What I answered As I live | K |
I never fancied such a thing | O |
As answer possible to give | K |
What says the body when they spring | O |
Some monstrous torture engine's whole | G2 |
Strength on it No more says the soul | G2 |
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XII | W |
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Till out strode Gismond then I knew | H2 |
That I was saved I never met | I2 |
His face before but at first view | H2 |
I felt quite sure that God had set | I2 |
Himself to Satan who would spend | J2 |
A minute's mistrust on the end | J2 |
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XIII | W |
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He strode to Gauthier in his throat | K2 |
Gave him the lie then struck his mouth | L2 |
With one back handed blow that wrote | K2 |
In blood men's verdict there North South | L2 |
East West I looked The lie was dead | N |
And damned and truth stood up instead | N |
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XIV | H2 |
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This glads me most that I enjoyed | M2 |
The heart of the joy with my content | Y |
In watching Gismond unalloyed | M2 |
By any doubt of the event | Y |
God took that on him I was bid | N2 |
Watch Gismond for my part I did | N2 |
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XV | H2 |
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Did I not watch him while he let | I2 |
His armourer just brace his greaves | W |
Rivet his hauberk on the fret | I2 |
The while His foot my memory leaves | W |
No least stamp out nor how anon | H2 |
He pulled his ringing gauntlets on | H2 |
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XVI | H2 |
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And e'en before the trumpet's sound | O2 |
Was finished prone lay the false knight | P2 |
Prone as his lie upon the ground | O2 |
Gismond flew at him used no sleight | P2 |
Of the sword but open breasted drove | H2 |
Cleaving till out the truth he clove | H2 |
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XVII | H2 |
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Which done he dragged him to my feet | E2 |
And said Here die but end thy breath | Q2 |
In full confession lest thou fleet | E2 |
From my first to God's second death | Q2 |
Say hast thou lied And I have lied | R2 |
To God and her he said and died | R2 |
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XVIII | H2 |
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Then Gismond kneeling to me asked | S2 |
What safe my heart holds though no word | T2 |
Could I repeat now if I tasked | S2 |
My powers forever to a third | T2 |
Dear even as you are Pass the rest | M |
Until I sank upon his breast | M |
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XIX | W |
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Over my head his arm he flung | U2 |
Against the world and scarce I felt | V2 |
His sword that dripped by me and swung | U2 |
A little shifted in its belt | V2 |
For he began to say the while | W2 |
How South our home lay many a mile | W2 |
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XX | W |
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So 'mid the shouting multitude | X2 |
We two walked forth to never more | Y2 |
Return My cousins have pursued | X2 |
Their life untroubled as before | Y2 |
I vexed them Gauthier's dwelling place | W |
God lighten May his soul find grace | W |
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XXI | W |
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Our elder boy has got the clear | Z2 |
Great brow tho' when his brother's black | A3 |
Full eye slows scorn it Gismond here | B3 |
And have you brought my tercel back | A3 |
I just was telling Adela | C3 |
How many birds it struck since May | G |
Robert Browning
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