A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCDEEFGGFHHDIIDJJ KLLKMMNOPNQQRRRRSTPU UPRRQPPQRRRRRRVVRRRR FWRNNRRRNPPNXXNRRNRR YVVZA2A2PB2B2PRRC2D2 D2C2PPNVVNVVE2RRE2VR QPPQPPPRRPPPRCCRRRNF 2F2NVVVQQVE2E2RTTVCC RRRRQQE2VVE2YZD2G2G2 D2PPRVVRH2H2RRRRVVYR RYRRNPPNPPRRRR| In Britain's Isle and Arthur's days | A |
| When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the Maze | A |
| Liv'd Edwin of the Green | B |
| Edwin I wis a gentle Youth | C |
| Endow'd with Courage Sense and Truth | C |
| Tho' badly Shap'd he been | D |
| His Mountain Back mote well be said | E |
| To measure heigth against his Head | E |
| And lift it self above | F |
| Yet spite of all that Nature did | G |
| To make his uncouth Form forbid | G |
| This Creature dar'd to love | F |
| He felt the Charms of Edith's Eyes | H |
| Nor wanted Hope to gain the Prize | H |
| Cou'd Ladies took within | D |
| But one Sir Topaz dress'd with Art | I |
| And if a Shape cou'd win a Heart | I |
| He had a Shape to win | D |
| Edwin if right I read my Song | J |
| With slighted Passion pac'd along | J |
| All in the Moony Light | K |
| 'Twas near an old enchaunted Court | L |
| Where sportive Faeries made Resort | L |
| To revel out the Night | K |
| His Heart was drear his Hope was cross'd | M |
| 'Twas late 'twas farr the Path was lost | M |
| That reach'd the Neighbour Town | N |
| With weary Steps he quits the Shades | O |
| Resolv'd the darkling Dome he treads | P |
| And drops his Limbs adown | N |
| But scant he lays him on the Floor | Q |
| When hollow Winds remove the Door | Q |
| A trembling rocks the Ground | R |
| And well I ween to count aright | R |
| At once an hundred Tapers light | R |
| On all the Walls around | R |
| Now sounding Tongues assail his Ear | S |
| Now sounding Feet approachen near | T |
| And now the Sounds encrease | P |
| And from the Corner where he lay | U |
| He sees a Train profusely gay | U |
| Come pranckling o'er the Place | P |
| But trust me Gentles never yet | R |
| Was dight a Masquing half so neat | R |
| Or half so rich before | Q |
| The Country lent the sweet Perfumes | P |
| The Sea the Pearl the Sky the Plumes | P |
| The Town its silken Store | Q |
| Now whilst he gaz'd a Gallant drest | R |
| In flaunting Robes above the rest | R |
| With awfull Accent cry'd | R |
| What Mortall of a wretched Mind | R |
| Whose Sighs infect the balmy Wind | R |
| Has here presum'd to hide | R |
| At this the Swain whose vent'rous Soul | V |
| No Fears of Magick Art controul | V |
| Advanc'd in open sight | R |
| Nor have I Cause of Dreed he said | R |
| Who view by no Presumption led | R |
| Your Revels of the Night | R |
| 'Twas Grief for Scorn of faithful Love | F |
| Which made my Steps unweeting rove | W |
| Amid the nightly Dew | R |
| 'Tis well the Gallant crys again | N |
| We Faeries never injure Men | N |
| Who dare to tell us true | R |
| Exalt thy Love dejected Heart | R |
| Be mine the Task or e'er we part | R |
| To make thee Grief resign | N |
| Now take the Pleasure of thy Chaunce | P |
| Whilst I with Mab my part'ner daunce | P |
| Be little Mable thine | N |
| He spoke and all a sudden there | X |
| Light Musick floats in wanton Air | X |
| The Monarch leads the Queen | N |
| The rest their Faerie Partners found | R |
| And Mable trimly tript the Ground | R |
| With Edwin of the Green | N |
| The Dauncing past the Board was laid | R |
| And siker such a Feast was made | R |
| As Heart and Lip desire | Y |
| Withouten Hands the Dishes fly | V |
| The Glasses with a Wish come nigh | V |
| And with a Wish retire | Z |
| But now to please the Faerie King | A2 |
| Full ev'ry deal they laugh and sing | A2 |
| And antick Feats devise | P |
| Some wind and tumble like an Ape | B2 |
| And other some transmute their Shape | B2 |
| In Edwin's wond'ring Eyes | P |
| 'Till one at last that Robin hight | R |
| Renown'd for pinching Maids by Night | R |
| Has hent him up aloof | C2 |
| And full against the Beam he flung | D2 |
| Where by the Back the Youth he hung | D2 |
| To spraul unneath the Roof | C2 |
| From thence 'Reverse my Charm he crys | P |
| 'And let it fairely now suffice | P |
| 'The Gambol has been shown | N |
| But Oberon answers with a Smile | V |
| Content thee Edwin for a while | V |
| The Vantage is thine own | N |
| Here ended all the Phantome play | V |
| They smelt the fresh Approach of Day | V |
| And heard a Cock to crow | E2 |
| The whirling Wind that bore the Crowd | R |
| Has clap'd the Door and whistled loud | R |
| To warn them all to go | E2 |
| Then screaming all at once they fly | V |
| And all at once the Tapers dy | R |
| Poor Edwin falls to Floor | Q |
| Forlorn his State and dark the Place | P |
| Was never Wight in sike a Case | P |
| Through all the Land before | Q |
| But soon as Dan Apollo rose | P |
| Full Jolly Creature home he goes | P |
| He feels his Back the less | P |
| His honest Tongue and steady Mind | R |
| Han rid him of the Lump behind | R |
| Which made him want Success | P |
| With lusty livelyhed he talks | P |
| He seems a dauncing as he walks | P |
| His Story soon took wind | R |
| And beautious Edith sees the Youth | C |
| Endow'd with Courage Sense and Truth | C |
| Without a Bunch behind | R |
| The Story told Sir Topaz mov'd | R |
| The Youth of Edith erst approv'd | R |
| To see the Revel Scene | N |
| At close of Eve he leaves his home | F2 |
| And wends to find the ruin'd Dome | F2 |
| All on the gloomy Plain | N |
| As there he bides it so befell | V |
| The Wind came rustling down a Dell | V |
| A shaking seiz'd the Wall | V |
| Up spring the Tapers as before | Q |
| The Faeries bragly foot the Floor | Q |
| And Musick fills the Hall | V |
| But certes sorely sunk with woe | E2 |
| Sir Topaz sees the Elphin show | E2 |
| His Spirits in him dy | R |
| When Oberon crys a Man is near | T |
| A mortall Passion cleeped Fear | T |
| Hangs flagging in the Sky | V |
| With that Sir Topaz Hapless Youth | C |
| In Accents fault'ring ay for Ruth | C |
| Intreats them Pity graunt | R |
| For als he been a mister Wight | R |
| Betray'd by wand'ring in the Night | R |
| To tread the circled Haunt | R |
| Ah Losell Vile at once they roar | Q |
| And little skill'd of Faerie lore | Q |
| Thy Cause to come we know | E2 |
| Now has thy Kestrell Courage fell | V |
| And Faeries since a Ly you tell | V |
| Are free to work thee Woe | E2 |
| Then Will who bears the wispy Fire | Y |
| To trail the Swains among the Mire | Z |
| The Caitive upward flung | D2 |
| There like a Tortoise in a Shop | G2 |
| He dangled from the Chamber top | G2 |
| Where whilome Edwin hung | D2 |
| The Revel now proceeds apace | P |
| Deffly they frisk it o'er the Place | P |
| They sit they drink and eat | R |
| The time with frolick Mirth beguile | V |
| And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while | V |
| 'Till all the Rout retreat | R |
| By this the Starrs began to wink | H2 |
| They skriek they fly the Tapers sink | H2 |
| And down ydrops the Knight | R |
| For never Spell by Faerie laid | R |
| With strong Enchantment bound a Glade | R |
| Beyond the length of Night | R |
| Chill dark alone adreed he lay | V |
| 'Till up the Welkin rose the Day | V |
| Then deem'd the Dole was o'er | Y |
| But wot ye well his harder Lot | R |
| His seely Back the Bunch has got | R |
| Which Edwin lost afore | Y |
| This Tale a Sybil Nurse ared | R |
| She softly strok'd my youngling Head | R |
| And when the Tale was done | N |
| Thus some are born my Son she cries | P |
| With base Impediments to rise | P |
| And some are born with none | N |
| But Virtue can it self advance | P |
| To what the Fav'rite Fools of Chance | P |
| By Fortune seem'd design'd | R |
| Virtue can gain the Odds of Fate | R |
| And from it self shake off the Weight | R |
| Upon th' unworthy Mind | R |
Thomas Parnell
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style
A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style is a poem by Thomas Parnell. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style poem by Thomas Parnell
Cheryl: THANK YOU! This was a huge help with my research.
Best Poems of Thomas Parnell
