Eclogue The First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCDCCEEAFBFBBAGCD DHIDIDDADABBAGAGAAAA ABBHCCCCCGDGAAACGCGG AGAAA| WHANNE Englonde smeethynge from her lethal wound | A |
| From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie | B |
| Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all arounde | A |
| Myghtie theie fell 'twas Honoure ledde the fraie | C |
| Thanne inne a dale bie eve's dark surcote graie | C |
| Twayne lonelie shepsterres dyd abrodden flie | D |
| The rostlyng liff doth theyr whytte hartes affraie | C |
| And wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie | C |
| Firtse Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke | E |
| Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke | E |
| ROBERTE | A |
| Ah Raufe gif thos the howres do comme alonge | F |
| Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther woe | B |
| Oure fote wylle fayle albeytte wee bee stronge | F |
| Ne wylle oure pace swefte as oure danger goe | B |
| To oure grete wronges we have enheped moe | B |
| The Baronnes warre oh woe and well a daie | A |
| I haveth lyff bott have escaped soe | G |
| That lyff ytsel mie Senses doe affraie | C |
| Oh Raufe comme lyste and hear mie dernie tale | D |
| Comme heare the balefull dome of Robynne of the Dale | D |
| RAUFE | H |
| Saie to mee nete I kenne this woe in myne | I |
| O I've a tale that Sabalus mote telle | D |
| Swote flouretts mantled meedows forestes dygne | I |
| Gravots far kend arounde the Errmiets cell | D |
| The swote ribible dynning yn the dell | D |
| The joyous daunceynge ynn the hoastrie courte | A |
| Eke the highe songe and everych joie farewell | D |
| Farewell the verie shade of fayre dysporte | A |
| Impestering trobble onn mie heade doe comme | B |
| Ne on kynde Seyncte to warde the aye encreasynge dome | B |
| ROBERTE | A |
| Oh I coulde waile mie kynge coppe decked mees | G |
| Mie spreedynge flockes of shepe of lillie white | A |
| Mie tendre applynges and embodyde trees | G |
| Mie Parker's Grange far spreedynge to the syghte | A |
| Mie cuyen kyne mie bullockes stringe yn fighte | A |
| Mie gorne emblaunched with the comfreie plante | A |
| Mie floure Seyncte Marie shotteyng wythe the lyghte | A |
| Mie store of all the blessynges Heaven can grant | A |
| I amm duressed unto sorrowes blowe | B |
| Ihanten'd to the peyne will lette ne salte teare flowe | B |
| RAUFE | H |
| Here I wille obaie untylle Dethe doe 'pere | C |
| Here lyche a foule empoysoned leathel tree | C |
| Whyche sleaeth everichone that commeth nere | C |
| Soe wille I fyxed unto thys place gre | C |
| I to bement haveth moe cause than thee | C |
| Sleene in the warre mie boolie fadre lies | G |
| Oh joieous I hys mortherer would slea | D |
| And bie hys syde for aie enclose myne eies | G |
| Calked from everych joie heere wylle I blede | A |
| Fell ys the Cullys yatte of mie hartes castle stede | A |
| ROBERTE | A |
| Oure woes alyche alyche our dome shal bee | C |
| Mie sonne mie sonne alleyn ystorven ys | G |
| Here wylle I staie and end mie lyff with thee | C |
| A lyff lyche myn a borden ys ywis | G |
| Now from een logges fledden is selyness | G |
| Mynsterres alleyn can boaste the hallie Seyncte | A |
| Now doeth Englonde weare a bloudie dresse | G |
| And wyth her champyonnes gore her face depeyncte | A |
| Peace fledde disorder sheweth her dark rode | A |
| And thorow ayre doth flie yn garments steyned with bloude | A |
Thomas Chatterton
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