Eclogue The Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCBCCDCEAAAEAEEAEA AAFGFHABFBAAAFAFFBFB AAAFAFFAFAAAAIJIIAIA AAABJBBBBBAAEFEFFAFA AAEBEBKK

SPRYTES of the bleste the pious Nygelle sedA
Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres heddeA
Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte is gonB
Uponne the brede sea doe the banners glemeC
The amenused nationnes be astonB
To ken syke large a flete syke fyne syke bremeC
The barkis heafods coupe the lymed stremeC
Oundes synkeynge oundes upon the hard ake rieseD
The water slughornes wythe a swotye clemeC
Conteke the dynnynge ayre and reche the skiesE
Sprytes of the bleste on gouldyn trones asteddeA
Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres heddeA
The gule depeyncted oares from the black tydeA
Decorn wyth fonnes rare doe shemrynge ryseE
Upswalynge doe heie shewe ynne drierie prydeA
Lyche gore red estells in the eve merk skyesE
The nome depeyncted shields the speres aryseE
Alyche talle roshes on the water sydeA
Alenge from bark to bark the bryghte sheene flyesE
Sweft kerv'd delyghtes doe on the water glydeA
Sprites of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydeddeA
Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres heddeA
The Sarasen lokes owte he doethe feereF
That Englondes brondeous sonnes do cotte the waieG
Lyke honted bockes theye reineth here and thereF
Onknowlachynge inne whatte place to obaieH
The banner glesters on the beme of daieA
The mittee crosse Jerusalim ys seeneB
Dhereof the fyghte yer corrage doe affraieF
In baleful dole their faces be ywreeneB
Sprytes of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydeddeA
Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres heddeA
The bollengers and cottes soe swyfte yn fyghteA
Upon the sydes of everich bark appereF
Foorthe to his offyce lepethe everych knyghteA
Eftsoones hys squyer with hys shielde and spereF
The jynynge shieldes doe shemre and moke glareF
The dotheynge oare doe make gemoted dynneB
The reynyng foemen thynekeynge gif to dareF
Boun the merk swerde theie seche to fraie theie blynB
Sprytes of the bleste and everyche Seyncte ydeddeA
Powre oute yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres heddeA
Now comm the warrynge Sarasyns to fyghteA
Kynge Rycharde lyche a lyoncel of warreF
Inne sheenynge goulde lyke feerie gronfers dyghteA
Shaketh alofe hys honde and seene afarreF
Syke haveth I espyde a greter starreF
Amenge the drybblett ons to sheene fulle bryghteA
Syke sunnys wayne wyth amayl'd beames doe barrF
The blaunchie mone or estells to gev lyghteA
Sprytes of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydeddeA
Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres heddeA
Distraughte affraie wythe lockes of blodde red dieA
Terroure emburled yn the thonders rageI
Death lynked to dismaie dothe ugsomme flieJ
Enchasynge echone champyonne war to wageI
Speeres bevyle speres swerdes upon swerdes engageI
Armoure on armoure dynn shielde upon shieldeA
Ne dethe of thosandes can the warre assuageI
Botte salleynge nombers sable all the feeldeA
Sprytes of the bleste and everych Seynte ydeddeA
Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres heddeA
The foemen fal arounde the cross reles hyeA
Steyned ynne goere the harte of warre ys seenB
Kyng Richarde thorough everyche trope dothe flieJ
And beereth meynte of Turkes onto the greeneB
Bie hymm the floure of Asies menn ys sleeneB
The waylynge mone doth fade before hys sonneB
Bie hym hys knyghtes bee formed to actions deeneB
Doeynge syke marvels strongers be astonB
Sprytes of the bleste and everych Seyncte ydeddeA
Poure owte your pieasaunce onn mie fadres heddeA
The fyghte ys wonne Kynge Rycharde master isE
The Englonde bannerr kisseth the hie ayreF
Full of pure joie the armie is iwysE
And everych one haveth it onne his bayreF
Agayne to Englonde comme and worschepped thereF
Twyghte into lovynge armes and feasted eftA
In everych eyne aredynge nete of wyereF
Of all remembrance of past peyne berefteA
Sprites of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydeddeA
Syke pleasures powre upon mie fadres heddeA
Syke Nigel sed whan from the bluie seaE
The upswol sayle dyd daunce before his eyneB
Swefte as the withe hee toe the beeche dyd fleeE
And founde his fadre steppeynge from the bryneB
Lette thyssen menne who haveth sprite of looveK
Bethyncke untoe hemselves how mote the meetynge prooveK

Thomas Chatterton



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