The Troubadour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGHGCDC IJIJCDC KLKLCDCGlowing with love on fire for fame | A |
A Troubadour that hated sorrow | B |
Beneath his lady's window came | A |
And thus he sung his last good morrow | B |
'My arm it is my country's right | C |
My heart is in my true love's bower | D |
Gaily for love and fame to fight | C |
Befits the gallant Troubadour ' | E |
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And while he marched with helm on head | F |
And harp in hand the descant rung | G |
As faithful to his favourite maid | H |
The minstrel burden still he sung | G |
'My arm it is my country's right | C |
My heart is in my lady's bower | D |
Resolved for love and fame to fight | C |
I come a gallant Troubadour ' | - |
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Even when the battle roar was deep | I |
With dauntless heart he hewed his way | J |
'Mid splintering lance and falchion sweep | I |
And still was heard his warrior lay | J |
'My life it is my country's right | C |
My heart is in my lady's bower | D |
For love to die for fame to fight | C |
Becomes the valiant Troubadour ' | - |
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Alas upon the bloody field | K |
He fell beneath the foeman's glaive | L |
But still reclining on his shield | K |
Expiring sung the exulting stave | L |
'My life it is my country's right | C |
My heart is in my lady's bower | D |
For love and fame to fall in fight | C |
Becomes the valiant Troubadour ' | - |
Sir Walter Scott
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