The Jacquerie: A Fragment: Chapter I Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Once on a time a Dawn all red and bright	A
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night	A
And flamed one brilliant instant on the world	B
Then back into the historic moat was hurled	B
And Night was King again for many years	C
Once on a time the Rose of Spring blushed out	D
But Winter angrily withdrew it back	E
Into his rough new bursten husk and shut	F
The stern husk leaves and hid it many years	C
Once Famine tricked himself with ears of corn	G
And Hate strung flowers on his spiked belt	H
And glum Revenge in silver lilies pranked him	I
And Lust put violets on his shameless front	J
And all minced forth o' the street like holiday folk	K
That sally off afield on Summer morns	C
Once certain hounds that knew of many a chase	C
And bare great wounds of antler and of tusk	L
That they had ta'en to give a lord some sport	M
Good hounds that would have died to give lords sport	M
Were so bewrayed and kicked by these same lords	C
That all the pack turned tooth o' the knights and bit	N
As knights had been no better things than boars	C
And took revenge as bloody as a man's	C
Unhoundlike sudden hot i' the chops and sweet	O
Once sat a falcon on a lady's wrist	P
Seeming to doze with wrinkled eye lid drawn	Q
But dreaming hard of hoods and slaveries	C
And of dim hungers in his heart and wings	C
Then while the mistress gazed above for game	R
Sudden he flew into her painted face	C
And hooked his horn claws in her lily throat	S
And drove his beak into her lips and eyes	C
In fierce and hawkish kissing that did scar	T
And mar the lady's beauty evermore	U
And once while Chivalry stood tall and lithe	V
And flashed his sword above the stricken eyes	C
Of all the simple peasant folk of France	C
While Thought was keen and hot and quick	W
And did not play as in these later days	C
Like summer lightning flickering in the west	X
As little dreadful as if glow worms lay	Y
In the cool and watery clouds and glimmered weak	Z
But gleamed and struck at once or oak or man	A2
And left not space for Time to wave his wing	B2
Betwixt the instantaneous flash and stroke	K
While yet the needs of life were brave and fierce	C
And did not hide their deeds behind their words	C
And logic came not 'twixt desire and act	C2
And Want and Take was the whole Form of life	D2
While Love had fires a burning in his veins	C
And hidden Hate could flash into revenge	E2
Ere yet young Trade was 'ware of his big thews	C
Or dreamed that in the bolder afterdays	C
He would hew down and bind old Chivalry	F2
And drag him to the highest height of fame	R
And plunge him thence in the sea of still Romance	C
To lie for aye in never rusted mail	G2
Gleaming through quiet ripples of soft songs	C
And sheens of old traditionary tales	C
On such a time a certain May arose	C
From out that blue Sea that between five lands	C
Lies like a violet midst of five large leaves	C
Arose from out this violet and flew on	H2
And stirred the spirits of the woods of France	C
And smoothed the brows of moody Auvergne hills	C
And wrought warm sea tints into maidens' eyes	C
And calmed the wordy air of market towns	C
With faint suggestions blown from distant buds	C
Until the land seemed a mere dream of land	I2
And in this dream field Life sat like a dove	J2
And cooed across unto her dove mate Death	K2
Brooding pathetic by a river lone	L2
Oh sharper tangs pierced through this perfumed May	Y
Strange aches sailed by with odors on the wind	M2
As when we kneel in flowers that grow on graves	C
Of friends who died unworthy of our love	J2
King John of France was proving such an ache	N2
In English prisons wide and fair and grand	I2
Whose long expanses of green park and chace	C
Did ape large liberty with such success	C
As smiles of irony ape smiles of love	J2
Down from the oaks of Hertford Castle park	O2
Double with warm rose breaths of southern Spring	B2
Came rumors as if odors too had thorns	C
Sharp rumors how the three Estates of France	C
Like old Three headed Cerberus of Hell	P2
Had set upon the Duke of Normandy	F2
Their rightful Regent snarled in his great face	C
Snapped jagged teeth in inch breadth of his throat	S
And blown such hot and savage breath upon him	I
That he had tossed great sops of royalty	F2
Unto the clamorous three mawed baying beast	Q2
And was not further on his way withal	P2
And had but changed a snarl into a growl	P2
How Arnold de Cervolles had ta'en the track	E
That war had burned along the unhappy land	I2
Shouting 'since France is then too poor to pay	Y
The soldiers that have bloody devoir done	R2
And since needs must pardie a man must eat	O
Arm gentlemen swords slice as well as knives '	S2
And so had tempted stout men from the ranks	C
And now was adding robbers' waste to war's	C
Stealing the leavings of remorseless battle	P2
And making gaunter the gaunt bones of want	T2
How this Cervolles called Arch priest by the mass	C
Through warm Provence had marched and menace made	U2
Against Pope Innocent at Avignon	Q
And how the Pope nor ate nor drank nor slept	V2
Through godly fear concerning his red wines	C
For if these knaves should sack his holy house	C
And all the blessed casks be knocked o' the head	W2
HORRENDUM all his Holiness' drink to be	F2
Profanely guzzled down the reeking throats	C
Of scoundrels and inflame them on to seize	C
The massy coffers of the Church's gold	X2
And steal mayhap the carven silver shrine	Y2
And all the golden crucifixes No	Z2
And so the holy father Pope made stir	A3
And had sent forth a legate to Cervolles	C
And treated with him and made compromise	C
And last had bidden all the Arch priest's troop	B3
To come and banquet with him in his house	C
Where they did wassail high by night and day	Y
And Father Pope sat at the board and carved	C3
Midst jokes that flowed full greasily	P2
And priest and soldier trolled good songs for mass	C
And all the prayers the Priests made were 'pray drink '	S2
And all the oaths the Soldiers swore were 'drink '	S2
Till Mirth sat like a jaunty postillon	Z2
Upon the back of Time and urged him on	Z2
With piquant spur past chapel and past cross	C
How Charles King of Navarre in long duress	C
By mandate of King John within the walls	C
Of Crevacoeur and then of strong Alleres	C
In faithful ward of Sir Tristan du Bois	C
Was now escaped had supped with Guy Kyrec	E
Had now a pardon of the Regent Duke	E
By half compulsion of a Paris mob	D3
Had turned the people's love upon himself	E3
By smooth harangues and now was bold to claim	R
That France was not the Kingdom of King John	Z2
But By our Lady his by right and worth	F3
And so was plotting treason in the State	G3
And laughing at weak Charles of Normandy	F2
Nay these had been like good news to the King	E
Were any man but bold enough to tell	P2
The King what bitter sayings men had made	U2
And hawked augmenting up and down the land	I2
Against the barons and great lords of France	C
That fled from English arrows at Poictiers	C
POICTIERS POICTIERS this grain i' the eye of France	C
Had swelled it to a big and bloodshot ball	P2
That looked with rage upon a world askew	E
Poictiers' disgrace was now but two years old	X2
Yet so outrageous rank and full was grown	Z2
That France was wholly overspread with shade	U2
And bitter fruits lay on the untilled ground	H3
That stank and bred so foul contagious smells	C
That not a nose in France but stood awry	I3
Nor boor that cried not FAUGH upon the air	J3

Sidney Lanier

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