Lady Constance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBC DDEEEEE EE FF EEE EEGGGGGG EEE DD HH GGIIGDDG GGJKJKGLGLMGMGJMGJGG GEEGGEGGGGGJNNOOEEEE PPQQQMy Love my Lord | A |
I think the toil of glorious day is done | B |
I see thee leaning on thy jewelled sword | A |
And a light hearted child of France | C |
Is dancing to thee in the sun | B |
And thus he carols in his dance | C |
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'Oh a gallant sans peur | D |
Is the merry chasseur | D |
With his fanfaron horn and his rifle ping pang | E |
And his grand havresack | E |
Of gold on his back | E |
His pistol cric crac | E |
And his sword cling clang | E |
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Oh to see him blithe and gay | E |
From some hot and bloody day | E |
Come to dance the night away till the bugle blows 'au rang ' | - |
With a wheel and a whirl | F |
And a wheeling waltzing girl | F |
And his bow 'place aux dames ' and his oath 'feu et sang ' | - |
And his hop and his fling | E |
Till his gold and silver ring | E |
To the clatter and the clash of his sword cling clang | E |
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But hark | E |
Thro' the dark | E |
Up goes the well known shout | G |
The drums beat the turn out | G |
Cut short your coarting Monsieur l' Amant | G |
Saddle mount march trot | G |
Down comes the storm of shot | G |
The foe is at the charge En avant | G |
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His jolly havresack | E |
Of gold is on his back | E |
Hear his pistol cric crac hear his rifle ping pang | E |
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Vive l' Empereur | D |
And where's the Chasseur | D |
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He's in | H |
Among the din | H |
Steel to steel cling clang ' | - |
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And thou within the doorway of thy tent | G |
Leanest at ease with careless brow unbent | G |
Watching the dancer in as pleased a dream | I |
As if he were a gnat i' the evening gleam | I |
And thou and I were sitting side by side | G |
Within the happy bower | D |
Where oft at this same hour | D |
We watched them the sweet year I was a bride | G |
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My Love my Lord | G |
Leaning so grandly on thy jewelled sword | G |
Is there no thought of home to whisper thee | J |
None can relieve the weary guard I keep | K |
None wave the flag of breathing truce for me | J |
Nor sound the hours to slumber or to weep | K |
Once in a moon the bugle breaks thy rest | G |
I count my days by trumpets and alarms | L |
Thou liest down in thy warcloak and art blest | G |
While I who cannot sleep but in thine arms | L |
Wage night and day fresh fields unknown to fame | M |
Arm marshal march charge fight fall faint and die | G |
Know all a soldier can endure but shame | M |
And every chance of warfare but to fly | G |
I do not murmur at my destiny | J |
It can but go with love with whom it came | M |
And love is like the sun his light is sweet | G |
And sweet his shadow welcome both to me | J |
Better for ever to endure that hurt | G |
Which thou canst taste but once than once to lie | G |
At ease when thou hast anguish Better I | G |
Be often sad when thou art gay than gay | E |
One moment of thy sorrow Tho' I pray | E |
Too oft I shall win nothing of the sky | G |
But my unfilled desire and thy desert | G |
Can take it and still lack Oh might I stay | E |
At the shut gates of heaven that so I meet | G |
Each issuing fate and cling about his feet | G |
And melt the dreadful purpose of his eye | G |
And not one power pass unimpleaded by | G |
Whose bolt might be for thee Aye love is sweet | G |
In shine or shade But love hath jealousy | J |
That knowing but so little thinks so much | N |
And I am jealous of thee even with such | N |
A fatal knowledge For I wot too well | O |
In the set season that I cannot tell | O |
Death will be near thee This thought doth deflour | E |
All innocence from time I dare not say | E |
'Not now ' but for the instant cull the hour | E |
And for the hour reap all the doubtful day | E |
And for the day the year and so forlorn | P |
From morn till night from startled night till morn | P |
Like a blind slave I bear thine heavy ill | Q |
Till thy time comes to take it come when 't will | Q |
The broken slave will bend beneath it still | Q |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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