A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In Britain's Isle and Arthur's daysA
When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the MazeA
Liv'd Edwin of the GreenB
Edwin I wis a gentle YouthC
Endow'd with Courage Sense and TruthC
Tho' badly Shap'd he beenD
His Mountain Back mote well be saidE
To measure heigth against his HeadE
And lift it self aboveF
Yet spite of all that Nature didG
To make his uncouth Form forbidG
This Creature dar'd to loveF
He felt the Charms of Edith's EyesH
Nor wanted Hope to gain the PrizeH
Cou'd Ladies took withinD
But one Sir Topaz dress'd with ArtI
And if a Shape cou'd win a HeartI
He had a Shape to winD
Edwin if right I read my SongJ
With slighted Passion pac'd alongJ
All in the Moony LightK
'Twas near an old enchaunted CourtL
Where sportive Faeries made ResortL
To revel out the NightK
His Heart was drear his Hope was cross'dM
'Twas late 'twas farr the Path was lostM
That reach'd the Neighbour TownN
With weary Steps he quits the ShadesO
Resolv'd the darkling Dome he treadsP
And drops his Limbs adownN
But scant he lays him on the FloorQ
When hollow Winds remove the DoorQ
A trembling rocks the GroundR
And well I ween to count arightR
At once an hundred Tapers lightR
On all the Walls aroundR
Now sounding Tongues assail his EarS
Now sounding Feet approachen nearT
And now the Sounds encreaseP
And from the Corner where he layU
He sees a Train profusely gayU
Come pranckling o'er the PlaceP
But trust me Gentles never yetR
Was dight a Masquing half so neatR
Or half so rich beforeQ
The Country lent the sweet PerfumesP
The Sea the Pearl the Sky the PlumesP
The Town its silken StoreQ
Now whilst he gaz'd a Gallant drestR
In flaunting Robes above the restR
With awfull Accent cry'dR
What Mortall of a wretched MindR
Whose Sighs infect the balmy WindR
Has here presum'd to hideR
At this the Swain whose vent'rous SoulV
No Fears of Magick Art controulV
Advanc'd in open sightR
Nor have I Cause of Dreed he saidR
Who view by no Presumption ledR
Your Revels of the NightR
'Twas Grief for Scorn of faithful LoveF
Which made my Steps unweeting roveW
Amid the nightly DewR
'Tis well the Gallant crys againN
We Faeries never injure MenN
Who dare to tell us trueR
Exalt thy Love dejected HeartR
Be mine the Task or e'er we partR
To make thee Grief resignN
Now take the Pleasure of thy ChaunceP
Whilst I with Mab my part'ner daunceP
Be little Mable thineN
He spoke and all a sudden thereX
Light Musick floats in wanton AirX
The Monarch leads the QueenN
The rest their Faerie Partners foundR
And Mable trimly tript the GroundR
With Edwin of the GreenN
The Dauncing past the Board was laidR
And siker such a Feast was madeR
As Heart and Lip desireY
Withouten Hands the Dishes flyV
The Glasses with a Wish come nighV
And with a Wish retireZ
But now to please the Faerie KingA2
Full ev'ry deal they laugh and singA2
And antick Feats deviseP
Some wind and tumble like an ApeB2
And other some transmute their ShapeB2
In Edwin's wond'ring EyesP
'Till one at last that Robin hightR
Renown'd for pinching Maids by NightR
Has hent him up aloofC2
And full against the Beam he flungD2
Where by the Back the Youth he hungD2
To spraul unneath the RoofC2
From thence 'Reverse my Charm he crysP
'And let it fairely now sufficeP
'The Gambol has been shownN
But Oberon answers with a SmileV
Content thee Edwin for a whileV
The Vantage is thine ownN
Here ended all the Phantome playV
They smelt the fresh Approach of DayV
And heard a Cock to crowE2
The whirling Wind that bore the CrowdR
Has clap'd the Door and whistled loudR
To warn them all to goE2
Then screaming all at once they flyV
And all at once the Tapers dyR
Poor Edwin falls to FloorQ
Forlorn his State and dark the PlaceP
Was never Wight in sike a CaseP
Through all the Land beforeQ
But soon as Dan Apollo roseP
Full Jolly Creature home he goesP
He feels his Back the lessP
His honest Tongue and steady MindR
Han rid him of the Lump behindR
Which made him want SuccessP
With lusty livelyhed he talksP
He seems a dauncing as he walksP
His Story soon took windR
And beautious Edith sees the YouthC
Endow'd with Courage Sense and TruthC
Without a Bunch behindR
The Story told Sir Topaz mov'dR
The Youth of Edith erst approv'dR
To see the Revel SceneN
At close of Eve he leaves his homeF2
And wends to find the ruin'd DomeF2
All on the gloomy PlainN
As there he bides it so befellV
The Wind came rustling down a DellV
A shaking seiz'd the WallV
Up spring the Tapers as beforeQ
The Faeries bragly foot the FloorQ
And Musick fills the HallV
But certes sorely sunk with woeE2
Sir Topaz sees the Elphin showE2
His Spirits in him dyR
When Oberon crys a Man is nearT
A mortall Passion cleeped FearT
Hangs flagging in the SkyV
With that Sir Topaz Hapless YouthC
In Accents fault'ring ay for RuthC
Intreats them Pity grauntR
For als he been a mister WightR
Betray'd by wand'ring in the NightR
To tread the circled HauntR
Ah Losell Vile at once they roarQ
And little skill'd of Faerie loreQ
Thy Cause to come we knowE2
Now has thy Kestrell Courage fellV
And Faeries since a Ly you tellV
Are free to work thee WoeE2
Then Will who bears the wispy FireY
To trail the Swains among the MireZ
The Caitive upward flungD2
There like a Tortoise in a ShopG2
He dangled from the Chamber topG2
Where whilome Edwin hungD2
The Revel now proceeds apaceP
Deffly they frisk it o'er the PlaceP
They sit they drink and eatR
The time with frolick Mirth beguileV
And poor Sir Topaz hangs the whileV
'Till all the Rout retreatR
By this the Starrs began to winkH2
They skriek they fly the Tapers sinkH2
And down ydrops the KnightR
For never Spell by Faerie laidR
With strong Enchantment bound a GladeR
Beyond the length of NightR
Chill dark alone adreed he layV
'Till up the Welkin rose the DayV
Then deem'd the Dole was o'erY
But wot ye well his harder LotR
His seely Back the Bunch has gotR
Which Edwin lost aforeY
This Tale a Sybil Nurse aredR
She softly strok'd my youngling HeadR
And when the Tale was doneN
Thus some are born my Son she criesP
With base Impediments to riseP
And some are born with noneN
But Virtue can it self advanceP
To what the Fav'rite Fools of ChanceP
By Fortune seem'd design'dR
Virtue can gain the Odds of FateR
And from it self shake off the WeightR
Upon th' unworthy MindR

Thomas Parnell



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