Englysh Metamorphosis Poem Rhyme Scheme

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BOOKE st	A
WHANNE Scythyannes salvage as the wolves theie chacde	A
Peyncted in horrowe formes bie nature dyghte	A
Heckled yn beastskyns slepte uponne the waste	A
And wyth the morneynge rouzed the wolfe to fyghte	A
Swefte as descendeynge lemes of roddie lyghte	A
Plonged to the hulstred bedde of laveynge seas	B
Gerd the blacke mountayn okes yn drybblets twighte	A
And ranne yn thoughte alonge the azure mees	B
Whole eyne dyd feerie fheene like blue hayred defs	B
That dreerie hange upon Dover's emblaunched clefs	B
Soft boundeynge over swelleynge azure reles	B
The salvage natyves sawe a shyppe appere	C
An uncouthe denwere to theire bosomme steles	B
Theyre myghte ys knopped ynne the froste of fere	C
The headed javlyn lisseth here and there	C
Theie stonde theie ronne theie loke wyth eger eyne	D
The shyppes sayle boleynge wythe the kyndelie ayre	C
Ronneth to harbour from the beateynge bryne	D
Theie dryve awaie aghaste whanne to the stronde	A
A burled Trojan lepes wythe Morglaien sweerde yn honde	A
Hymme followede eftsoones hys compheeres whose swerdes	B
Glestred lyke gledeynge starres ynne frostie nete	A
Hayleynge theyre capytayne in chirckynge wordes	B
Kynge of the lande whereon theie set theyre sete	A
The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete	A
Prepared for battle mareschalled the fyghte	A
Theie urg'd the warre the natyves sledde as flete	A
As sleaynge cloudes that swymme before the fyghte	A
Tyll tyred with battles for to ceese the fraie	C
Theie uncted Brutus kynge and gave the Trojans swaie	E
Twayne of twelve years han lemed up the myndes	B
Leggende the salvage unthewes of theire breste	A
Improved in mysterk warre and lymmed theyr kyndes	B
Whenne Brute from Brutons sonke to terne reste	A
Eftsoons the gentle Locryne was possest	A
Of swaie and vested yn the paramente	A
Halceld the bykrous Huns who dyd infeste	A
Hys wakeynge kyngdom wyth a foule intente	A
As hys broade swerde oer Homberres heade was honge	F
He tourned toe ryver wyde and roarynge rolled alonge	F
He wedded Gendolyne of roieal sede	A
Upon whose countenance rodde healthe was spreade	A
Bloushing alyche the scarlette of herr wede	A
She sonke to pleasaunce on the marryage bedde	A
Eftsoons her peacefull joie of mynde was fledde	A
Elstrid ametten with the kynge Locryne	D
Unnombered beauties were upon her shedde	A
Moche fyne moche fayrer thanne was Gendolyne	D
The mornynge tynge the rose the lillie floure	C
In ever ronneynge race on her dyd peyncte theyr powere	C
The gentle suyte of Locryne gayned her love	G
Theie lyved soft momentes to a swotie age	F
Eft wandringe yn the coppyce delle and grove	H
Where ne one eyne mote theyre disporte engage	F
There dydde theie tell the merrie lovynge fage	F
Croppe the prymrosen floure to decke theyre headde	A
The feerie Gendolyne yn woman rage	F
Gemoted warriours to bewrecke her bedde	A
Theie rose ynne battle was greete Locryne sleene	D
The faire Elstrida fledde from the enchafed queene	D
A tye of love a dawter fayre she hanne	D
Whose boddeynge morneyng shewed a fayre daie	A
Her fadre Locrynne once an hallie manne	D
Wyth the fayre dawterre dydde she haste awaie	E
To where the Western mittee pyles of claie	I
Arise ynto the cloudes and doe them beere	C
There dyd Elstrida and Sabryna staie	A
The fyrste tryckde out a whyle yn warryours gratch and gear	C
Vyncente was she ycleped butte fulle soone fate	A
Sente deathe to telle the dame she was notte yn regrate	A
The queene Gendolyne sente a gyaunte knyghte	A
Whose doughtie heade swepte the emmertleynge skies	B
To slea her wheresoever she shulde be pyghte	A
Eke everychone who shulde her ele emprize	B
Swefte as the roareynge wyndes the gyaunte flies	B
Stayde the loude wyndes and shaded reaulmes yn nyghte	A
Stepte over cytties on meint acres lies	B
Meeteynge the herehaughtes of morneynge lighte	A
Tyll mooveynge to the Weste myschaunce hys gye	J
He thorowe warriours gratch fayre Elstrid did espie	K
He tore a ragged mountayne from the grounde	A
Harried uppe noddynge forrests to the tide	A
Thanne wythe a fuirie mote the erthe astounde	A
To meddle ayre he lette the mountayne flie	I
The flying wolfynnes sente a yelleynge crie	C
Onne Vyncente and Sabryna felle the mount	A
To lyve ternalle dyd theie eftsoones die	A
Thorowe the sandie grave boiled up the pourple founte	A
On a broade grassie playne was layde the hylle	I
Staieynge the rounynge course of meint a limmed rylle	I
The goddes who kenned the actyons of the wyghte	A
To leggen the sadde happe of twayne so fayre	C
Houton dyd make the mountaine bie theire mighte	A
Forth from Sabryna ran a ryverre cleere	C
Roarynge and rolleynge on yn course bysmare	C
From female Vyncente shotte a ridge of stones	B
Eche syde the ryver rysynge heavenwere	C
Sabrynas floode was helde ynne Elstryds bones	B
So are theie cleped gentle and the hynde	A
Can telle that Severnes streeme bie Vyncentes rocke's ywrynde	A
The bawsyn gyaunt hee who dyd them slee	I
To telle Gendolyne quycklie was ysped	A
Whanne as he strod alonge the shakeynge lee	I
The roddie levynne glesterrd on hys headde	A
Into hys hearte the azure vapoures spreade	A
He wrythde arounde yn drearie dernie payne	D
Whanne from his lyfe bloode the rodde lemes were fed	A
He felle an hepe of ashes on the playne	D
Stylle does hys ashes shoote ynto the lyghte	A
A wondrous mountayne hie and Snowdon ys ytte hyghte	A

Thomas Chatterton

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