Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - Part 06 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AAAAAAB A CDCECEAA A F FGHGAA I AJA AKII I LMNMNMAO I PHPHPHCC I QKRKGKSS I QTQTQTTI A AUVUGUWX H YZYZA2ZII A ZZZZZZAA A AAAAAAOL A TATTATII I ZAZAZAB2B2 I TTTZTZTT I ZAZAZAITLXXXI | A |
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'Ah be it not pardie declared in France | A |
Or elsewhere told where courtesy is in prize | A |
That we forsook so fair a chevisance | A |
For or that might from fight arise | A |
Else here surrender I both sword and lance | A |
And swear no more to use this martial guise | A |
For ill deserves he to be termed a knight | B |
That bears a blunt sword in a lady's right ' | - |
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LXXXII | A |
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Thus parleyed he and with sound | C |
The approved what the gallant said | D |
Their general their knights encompassed round | C |
With humble grace and earnest suit they prayed | E |
'I yield ' quoth he 'and it be found | C |
What I have granted let her have your aid | E |
Yours be the thanks for yours the danger is | A |
If aught succeed as much I amiss | A |
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LXXXIII | A |
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'But if with you my words may credit find | F |
Oh temper then this heat misguides you so ' | - |
Thus much he said but they with fancy blind | F |
his grant and let his counsel go | G |
What works not beauty man's relenting | H |
Is eath to move with plaints and shows of woe | G |
Her lips cast forth a chain of sugared words | A |
That captive led most of the Christian lords | A |
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LXXXIV | I |
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Eustace recalled her and bespake her thus | A |
'Beauty's chief darling let those be | J |
For such assistance shall you find in us | A |
As with your need or will may best agree ' | - |
With that she cheered her forehead dolorous | A |
And smiled for that Phoebus blushed to | K |
And had she deigned her veil for to remove | I |
The God once more had fallen in love | I |
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LXXXV | I |
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With that she broke the silence once again | L |
And gave the knight great thanks in little speech | M |
She said she would his handmaid poor remain | N |
So far as honor's laws received no breach | M |
Her humble gestures made the residue plain | N |
Dumb eloquence persuading more than speech | M |
Thus women and thus they use the guise | A |
To enchant the valiant and beguile the | O |
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LXXXVI | I |
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And when she her enterprise had got | P |
Some wished mean of quick and proceeding | H |
She to strike the iron that was hot | P |
For every action hath his hour of speeding | H |
Medea or false Circe changed not | P |
So far the shapes of men as her eyes spreading | H |
Altered their hearts and with her syren's sound | C |
In lust their their hearts in love she drowned | C |
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LXXXVII | I |
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All wily sleights that subtle women | Q |
Hourly she used to catch some lover new | K |
None kenned the bent of her unsteadfast bow | R |
For with the time her her looks renew | K |
From some she cast her modest eyes below | G |
At some her gazing glances roving flew | K |
And while she thus pursued her wanton sport | S |
She spurred the slow and reined the forward short | S |
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LXXXVIII | I |
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If some as hopeless that she would be won | Q |
Forebore to love because they durst not move her | T |
On them her gentle looks to smile begun | Q |
As who say she is kind if you dare prove her | T |
On every heart thus shone this lustful sun | Q |
All strove to serve to please to woo to love her | T |
And in their hearts that chaste and bashful were | T |
Her eye's hot glance dissolved the frost of | I |
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LXXXIX | A |
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On them who durst with fingering bold assay | A |
To the softness of her tender skin | U |
She looked as coy as if she list not play | V |
And made as things of worth were hard to win | U |
Yet tempered so her deignful looks alway | G |
That outward scorn showed store of grace within | U |
Thus with false hope their longing hearts she fired | W |
For hardest gotten things are most | X |
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XC | H |
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Sometimes she walked in secret where | Y |
To ruminate upon her discontent | Z |
Within her eyelids the swelling tear | Y |
Not poured forth though sprung from sad lament | Z |
And with this craft a thousand well near | A2 |
In snares of foolish ruth and love she hent | Z |
And kept as slaves by which we fitly prove | I |
That witless breedeth fruitless love | I |
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XCI | A |
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Sometimes as if her hope unloosed had | Z |
The chains of grief wherein her lay fettered | Z |
Upon her minions looked she blithe and glad | Z |
In that lore so was she lettered | Z |
Not glorious Titan in his brightness clad | Z |
The sunshine of her face in lustre bettered | Z |
For when she list to cheer her beauties so | A |
She smiled away the clouds of grief and woe | A |
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XCII | A |
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Her double charm of smiles and sugared words | A |
Lulled on sleep the of their senses | A |
Reason shall aid gainst those assaults affords | A |
no warrant from those sweet offences | A |
Cupid's deep rivers have their shallow fords | A |
His griefs bring his losses recompenses | A |
He breeds the sore and cures us of the | O |
Achilles' lance that wounds and heals again | L |
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XCIII | A |
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While thus she them torments twixt frost and fire | T |
Twixt and grief twixt hope and restless | A |
The sly enchantress her gain the nigher | T |
These were her flocks that golden fleeces bear | T |
But if someone durst utter his | A |
And by complaining make his griefs appear | T |
He labored hard rocks with plaints to move | I |
She had not learned the gamut then of love | I |
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XCIV | I |
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For down she bet her bashful eyes to ground | Z |
And donned the weed of women's modest grace | A |
Down from her eyes welled the pearls round | Z |
Upon the bright enamel of her face | A |
Such honey drops on springing flowers are found | Z |
When Phoebus holds the crimson morn in chase | A |
Full seemed her looks of and of shame | B2 |
Yet shone transparent through the same | B2 |
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XCV | I |
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If she by his outward cheer | T |
That any would his love by talk bewray | T |
Sometimes she him sometimes stopped her ear | T |
And played fast and loose the livelong day | Z |
Thus all her lovers kind deluded were | T |
Their earnest suit got neither yea nor nay | Z |
But like the sort of weary huntsmen fare | T |
That hunt all day and lose at night the hare | T |
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XCVI | I |
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These were the arts by which she captived | Z |
A thousand of young and lusty knights | A |
These were the arms wherewith love conquered | Z |
Their feeble hearts subdued in wanton fights | A |
What wonder if Achilles were misled | Z |
Of great Alcides at their ladies' | A |
Since these champions of the Lord above | I |
Were thralls to beauty yielden slaves to lore | T |
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