Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - Part 03 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBCDD E FGFGFGHH E IJIJKJL E EIEIEIMM E N NONOE E EAEEEAPP A QAQAQAEE P NENENEEE P RERERESS P AEAEAEAI P ENENENEE E TEUAEEEV E WAUAUAXX E YPYPYPEI E ENENENAA E AEAEAEPP| XXXIII | A |
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| Thus passed she praised wished and wondered at | B |
| Among the troops who there encamped lay | C |
| She smiled for but well dissembled that | B |
| Her greedy eye chose out her wished prey | C |
| On all her gestures seeming sat | B |
| Toward the imperial tent she asked the way | C |
| With that she met a bold and lovesome knight | D |
| Lord Godfrey's youngest brother Eustace hight | D |
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| XXXIV | E |
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| This was the fowl that first fell in the snare | F |
| He her fair and hoped to find her kind | G |
| The throne of Cupid had an easy stair | F |
| His bark is fit to sail with every wind | G |
| The breach he makes no can repair | F |
| With reverence meet the baron low inclined | G |
| And thus his purpose to the virgin told | H |
| For youth use nature all had made him bold | H |
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| XXXV | E |
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| 'Lady if thee beseem a stile so low | I |
| In whose sweet looks such sacred beauty shine | J |
| For never yet did Heaven such grace bestow | I |
| On any daughter born of Adam's line | J |
| Thy name let us though far unworthy | K |
| Unfold thy will and whence thou art in fine | J |
| Lest my audacious boldness learn too late | L |
| What honors due become thy high estate ' | - |
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| XXXVI | E |
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| 'Sir Knight ' quoth she 'your praises reach too high | E |
| Above her merit you commenden so | I |
| A hapless maid both born to die | E |
| And dead to that live in care and woe | I |
| A virgin helpless fugitive pardie | E |
| My native soil and kingdom thus forego | I |
| To seek Duke Godfrey's aid such store men tell | M |
| Of ruth doth in his bosom dwell | M |
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| XXXVII | E |
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| 'Conduct me then that mighty duke before | N |
| If you be courteous sir as well you seem ' | - |
| 'Content ' quoth he 'since of one womb ybore | N |
| We brothers are your fortune esteem | O |
| To encounter me whose word prevaileth more | N |
| In Godfrey's than you haply deem | O |
| Mine aid I grant and his I promise too | E |
| All that his sceptre or my sword can do ' | - |
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| XXXVIII | E |
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| He led her easily forth when this was said | E |
| Where Godfrey sat among his lords and peers | A |
| She reverence did then blushed as one dismayed | E |
| To speak for secret wants and inward | E |
| It seemed a bashful shame her speeches stayed | E |
| At last the courteous duke her gently cheers | A |
| Silence was made and she began her tale | P |
| They sit to thus sung this nightingale | P |
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| XXXIX | A |
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| 'Victorious prince whose honorable name | Q |
| Is held so great among our Pagan kings | A |
| That to those lands thou dost by conquest tame | Q |
| That thou hast won them some content it brings | A |
| Well to all is thy immortal fame | Q |
| The earth thy worth thy foe thy praises sings | A |
| And Paynims wronged come to seek thine aid | E |
| So doth thy so thy power persuade | E |
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| XL | P |
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| 'And I though bred in Macon's heathenish lore | N |
| Which thou oppressest with thy puissant might | E |
| Yet trust thou wilt an helpless maid restore | N |
| And repossess her in her father's right | E |
| Others in their distress do aid implore | N |
| Of kin and friends but I in this sad plight | E |
| Invoke thy my kingdom to invade | E |
| So doth thy so my need persuade | E |
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| XLI | P |
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| 'In thee I hope thy succors I invoke | R |
| To win the crown whence dispossest | E |
| For like renown awaiteth on the stroke | R |
| To cast the haughty down or raise the opprest | E |
| Nor greater glory brings a sceptre broke | R |
| Than doth deliverance of a maid distrest | E |
| And since thou canst at will perform the thing | S |
| More is thy praise to make than kill a king | S |
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| XLII | P |
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| 'But if thou would'st thy succors due excuse | A |
| Because in Christ I have no hope nor trust | E |
| Ah yet for virtue's sake thy use | A |
| Who scorneth gold because it lies in dust | E |
| Be witness Heaven if thou to grant refuse | A |
| Thou dost forsake a maid in cause most just | E |
| And for thou shalt at large my fortunes | A |
| I will my wrongs and their great treasons show | I |
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| XLIII | P |
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| 'Prince Arbilan that reigned in his life | E |
| On fair Damascus was my sire | N |
| Born of mean race he was yet got to wife | E |
| The Queen Chariclia such was the fire | N |
| Of her hot love but soon the fatal knife | E |
| Had cut the thread that kept their entire | N |
| For so mishap her cruel lot had cast | E |
| My birth her death my first day was her last | E |
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| XLIV | E |
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| 'And ere five years were fully come and gone | T |
| Since his dear spouse to hasty death did yield | E |
| My father also died consumed with moan | U |
| And sought his love amid the Elysian fields | A |
| His crown and me poor orphan left | E |
| Mine uncle governed in my tender eild | E |
| For well he if mortal men have | E |
| In brother's breast love his mansion hath | V |
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| XLV | E |
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| 'He took the charge of me and of the crown | W |
| And with kind shows of love so brought to pass | A |
| That through Damascus great report was blown | U |
| How how just how kind mine uncle was | A |
| Whether he kept his wicked unknown | U |
| And hid the serpent in the flowering grass | A |
| On that did in his bosom won | X |
| Because he meant to match me with his son | X |
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| XLVI | E |
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| 'Which son within short while did undertake | Y |
| Degree of knighthood as beseemed him well | P |
| Yet never durst he for his lady's sake | Y |
| Break sword or lance advance in lofty sell | P |
| As fair he was as Citherea's make | Y |
| As proud as he that signoriseth hell | P |
| In fashions wayward and in love unkind | E |
| For Cupid deigns not wound a currish | I |
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| XLVII | E |
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| 'This paragon should Queen Armida wed | E |
| A swain to be a princess' fere | N |
| A lovely partner of a lady's bed | E |
| A head a golden crown to wear | N |
| His glosing sire his errand daily said | E |
| And sugared speeches whispered in mine ear | N |
| To make me take this darling in mine arms | A |
| But still the adder stopt her ears from charms | A |
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| XLVIII | E |
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| 'At last he left me with a troubled grace | A |
| Through which transparent was his inward spite | E |
| I read the story in his face | A |
| Of these mishaps that on me since have light | E |
| Since that foul haunt my resting place | A |
| And ghastly visions break any sleep by night | E |
| Grief horror my fainting did kill | P |
| For so my foreshowed my coming ill | P |
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