Madam La Maquise Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFGHHIG JJIGKKLLMNOOKKKK PPQRSSTTUUVV EEVVWWXXKKKK KKYYZZA2A2KKA2A2 B2B2C2C2ZZKKUUZZKK| Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa | A |
| I want to take a wife mon P re The Marquis laughed Ha Ha | B |
| And whose my son he slyly said but Hongray with a frown | C |
| Cried Fi Papa I mean to wed I want to settle down | C |
| The Marquis de la Glaciere responded with a smile | D |
| You're young my boy I much prefer that you should wait awhile | D |
| But Hongray sighed I cannot wait for I am twenty four | E |
| And I have met my blessed fate I worship and adore | E |
| Such beauty grace and charm has she I'm sure you will approve | F |
| For if I live a century none other can I love | G |
| I have no doubt the Marquis shrugged that she's a proper pet | H |
| But has she got a decent dot and is she of our set | H |
| Her dot said Hongray will suffice her family you know | I |
| The girl with whom I fain would splice is Mirabelle du Veau | G |
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| What made the Marquis start and stare and clutch his perfumed beard | J |
| Why did he stagger to a chair and murmur As I feared | J |
| Dilated were his eyes with dread and in a voice of woe | I |
| He wailed My son you cannot wed with Mirabelle du Veau | G |
| Why not my Parent Hongray cried Her name's without a slur | K |
| Why should you look so horrified that I should wed with her | K |
| The Marquis groaned Unhappy lad Forget her if you can | L |
| And see in your respected Dad a miserable man | L |
| What id the matter I repeat said Hongray growing hot | M |
| She's witty pretty rich and sweet Then mille diables what | N |
| The Marquis moaned Alas that I your dreams of bliss should banish | O |
| It happened in the days gone by when I was Don Juanish | O |
| Her mother was your mother's friend and we were much together | K |
| Ah well You know how such things end I blame it on the weather | K |
| We had a very sultry spell One day mon Dieu I kissed her | K |
| My son you can't wed Mirabelle She is she is your sister | K |
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| So broken hearted Hongray went and roamed the world around | P |
| Till hunting in the Occident forgetfulness he found | P |
| Then quite recovered he returned to the paternal nest | Q |
| Until one day with brow that burned the Marquis he addresses | R |
| Felicitate me Father mine my brain s in a whirl | S |
| For I have found the mate divine the one the perfect girl | S |
| She's healthy wealthy witching wise with loveliness serene | T |
| And Proud am I to win a prize half angel and half queen | T |
| 'Tis time to wed the Marquis said You must be twenty seven | U |
| But who is she whose lot may be to make your life a heaven | U |
| A friend of childhood Hongray cried For whom regard you feel | V |
| The maid I fain would be my bride is Raymonde de la Veal | V |
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| The Marquis de la Glaciere collapsed upon the floor | E |
| And all the words he uttered were Forgive me I implore | E |
| My sins are heavy on my head Profound remorse I feel | V |
| My son you simply cannot wed with Raymonde de la Veal | V |
| Then Hongray spoke voice that broke and corrugated brow | W |
| Inform me Sir why you demur What is the matter now | W |
| The Marquis wailed My wicked youth Ah how it gives me pain | X |
| But let me tell the awful truth my agony explain | X |
| A cursed Casanova I a finished flirt her mother | K |
| And so alas it came to pass we fell for one another | K |
| Our lives were blent in bliss and joy The sequel you may gather | K |
| You cannot wed Raymonde my boy because I am her father | K |
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| Again sore stricken Hongray fled and sought his grief to smother | K |
| And as he writhed upon his bed to him there came his Mother | K |
| The Marquise de la Glaciere was snowy haired and frigid | Y |
| Her wintry featured chiselled were her manner stiff and rigid | Y |
| The pride of race was in her face her bearing high and stately | Z |
| And sinking down by Hongray's side she spoke to him sedately | Z |
| What ails you so my precious child What throngs of sorrow smite you | A2 |
| Why are your eyes so wet and wild Come tell me I invite you | A2 |
| Ah if I told you Mother dear said Hongray with a shiver | K |
| Another's honour would I fear be in the soup forever | K |
| Nay trust she begged My only boy the fond Mama who bore you | A2 |
| Perhaps I may your grief alloy Please tell me I implore you | A2 |
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| And so his story Hngray told in accents choked and muffled | B2 |
| The Marquise listened calm and cold her visage quite unruffled | B2 |
| He told of Mirabelle du Veau his agony revealing | C2 |
| For Raymonde de la Veal his woe was quite beyond concealing | C2 |
| And still she sat without a word her look so high and haughty | Z |
| You'd ne'er have thought it was her lord who had behaved so naughty | Z |
| Then Hongray finished up For life my hopes are doomed to slaughter | K |
| For if I choose another wife she's sure to be his daughter | K |
| The Marquise rose Cheer up said she the last word is not spoken | U |
| A Mother cannot sit and see her boy's heart rudely broken | U |
| So dry your tears and calm your fears no longer need you tarry | Z |
| To day your bride you may decide to morrow you may marry | Z |
| Yes you may wed with Mirabelle or Raymonde if you'd rather | K |
| For I as well the truth may tell Papa is not your father | K |
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