An Excelente Balade Of Charitie: As Wroten Bie The Gode Pri Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBB CDBDEFF CCCCCDA ACACCGG DADAAHH CHCHHHH AIAIICC AAAAACC CBCBBJJ AKALLBE CACAAAA CMCMMBB ACACCBBIn Virgyn the sweltrie sun gan sheene | A |
And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie | B |
The apple rodded from its palie greene | A |
And the mole peare did bende the leafy spraie | B |
The peede chelandri sunge the livelong daie | C |
'Twas nowe the pride the manhode of the yeare | B |
And eke the grounde was dighte in its moste defte aumere | B |
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The sun was glemeing in the midde of daie | C |
Deadde still the aire and eke the welken blue | D |
When from the sea arist in drear arraie | B |
A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue | D |
The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe | E |
Hiltring attenes the sunnis fetive face | F |
And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace | F |
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Beneathe an holme faste by a pathwaie side | C |
Which dide unto Seyncte Godwine's covent lede | C |
A hapless pilgrim moneynge did abide | C |
Pore in his newe ungentle in his weede | C |
Longe bretful of the miseries of neede | C |
Where from the hail stone coulde the almer flie | D |
He had no housen theere ne anie covent nie | A |
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Look in his glommed face his sprighte there scanne | A |
Howe woe be gone how withered forwynd deade | C |
Haste to thie church glebe house asshrewed manne | A |
Haste to thie kiste thie onlie dortoure bedde | C |
Cale as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde | C |
Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves | G |
Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves | G |
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The gatherd storme is rype the bigge drops falle | D |
The forswat meadowes smethe and drenche the raine | A |
The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall | D |
And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine | A |
Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott againe | A |
The welkin opes the yellow levynne flies | H |
And the hot fierie smothe in the wide lowings dies | H |
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Liste now the thunder's rattling clymmynge sound | C |
Cheves slowlie on and then embollen clangs | H |
Shakes the hie spyre and losst dispended drown'd | C |
Still on the gallard eare of terroure hanges | H |
The windes are up the lofty elmen swanges | H |
Again the levynne and the thunder poures | H |
And the full cloudes are braste attenes in stonen showers | H |
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Spurreynge his palfrie oere the watrie plaine | A |
The Abbote of Seyncte Godwynes convente came | I |
His chapournette was drented with the reine | A |
And his pencte gyrdle met with mickle shame | I |
He aynewarde tolde his bederoll at the same | I |
The storme encreasen and he drew aside | C |
With the mist almes craver neere to the holme to bide | C |
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His cope was all of Lyncolne clothe so fyne | A |
With a gold button fasten'd neere his chynne | A |
His autremete was edged with golden twynne | A |
And his shoone pyke a loverds mighte have binne | A |
Full well it shewn he thoughten coste no sinne | A |
The trammels of the palfrye pleasde his sighte | C |
For the horse millanare his head with roses dighte | C |
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An almes sir prieste the droppynge pilgrim saide | C |
O let me waite within your covente dore | B |
Till the sunne sheneth hie above our heade | C |
And the loude tempeste of the aire is oer | B |
Helpless and ould am I alas and poor | B |
No house ne friend ne moneie in my pouche | J |
All yatte I call my owne is this my silver crouche | J |
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Varlet replyd the Abbatte cease your dinne | A |
This is no season almes and prayers to give | K |
Mie porter never lets a faitour in | A |
None touch mie rynge who not in honour live | L |
And now the sonne with the blacke cloudes did stryve | L |
And shettynge on the grounde his glairie raie | B |
The Abbatte spurrde his steede and eftsoones roadde awaie | E |
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Once moe the skie was blacke the thunder rolde | C |
Faste reyneynge oer the plaine a prieste was seen | A |
Ne dighte full proude ne buttoned up in golde | C |
His cope and jape were graie and eke were clene | A |
A Limitoure he was of order seene | A |
And from the pathwaie side then turned hee | A |
Where the pore almer laie binethe the holmen tree | A |
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An almes sir priest the droppynge pilgrim sayde | C |
For sweete Seyncte Marie and your order sake | M |
The Limitoure then loosen'd his pouche threade | C |
And did thereoute a groate of silver take | M |
The mister pilgrim dyd for halline shake | M |
Here take this silver it maie eathe thie care | B |
We are Goddes stewards all nete of oure owne we bare | B |
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But ah unhailie pilgrim lerne of me | A |
Scathe anie give a rentrolle to their Lorde | C |
Here take my semecope thou arte bare I see | A |
Tis thyne the Seynctes will give me mie rewarde | C |
He left the pilgrim and his waie aborde | C |
Virgynne and hallie Seyncte who sitte yn gloure | B |
Or give the mittee will or give the gode man power | B |
Thomas Chatterton
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