La Fiancée Du Timbalier (the Cymbaleer's Bride) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB BBBBC ADAAD DADDA EBEEB DADDA BBBBB EEEEE DBDDC DADDA BEBBE DDFDD GEGGE EAEEA BBBBB DBHBB BEBBE AEAAE BBBB DBDDB D ADAAD IEIIE DCDDC HCHHC ABAAB BDBB GEGGE BABBA DEDDE BBBBB DHDDH EDEED DCDDC DED E DBDDB BEBBE EBEEB ABAAB EBEE DDDDD' Monseigneur le duc de Bretagne | A |
A pour les combats meurtriers | B |
Convoqu de Nante Mortagne | A |
Dans la plaine et sur la montagne | A |
L'arri re ban de ses guerriers | B |
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Ce sont des barons dont les armes | B |
Ornent des forts ceints d'un foss | B |
Des preux vieillis dans les alarmes | B |
Des cuyers des hommes d'armes | B |
L'un d'entre eux est mon fianc | C |
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Il est parti pour l'Aquitaine | A |
Comme timbalier et pourtant | D |
On le prend pour un capitaine | A |
Rien qu' voir sa mine hautaine | A |
Et son pourpoint d'or clatant | D |
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Depuis ce jour l'effroi m'agite | D |
J'ai dit joignant son sort au mien | A |
Ma patronne sainte Brigitte | D |
Pour que jamais il ne le quitte | D |
Surveillez son ange gardien | A |
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J'ai dit notre abb Messire | E |
Priez bien pour tous nos soldats | B |
Et comme on sait qu'il le d sire | E |
J'ai br l trois cierges de cire | E |
Sur la ch sse de saint Gildas | B |
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Notre Dame de Lorette | D |
J'ai promis dans mon noir chagrin | A |
D'attacher sur ma gorgerette | D |
Ferm e la vue indiscr te | D |
Les coquilles du p lerin | A |
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Il n'a pu par d'amoureux gages | B |
Absent consoler mes foyers | B |
Pour porter les tendres messages | B |
La vassale n'a point de pages | B |
Le vassal n'a pas d' cuyers | B |
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Il doit aujourd'hui de la guerre | E |
Revenir avec monseigneur | E |
Ce n'est plus un amant vulgaire | E |
Je l ve un front baiss nagu re | E |
Et mon orgueil est du bonheur | E |
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Le duc triomphant nous rapporte | D |
Son drapeau dans les camps froiss | B |
Venez tous sous la vieille porte | D |
Voir passer la brillante escorte | D |
Et le prince et mon fianc | C |
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Venez voir pour ce jour de f te | D |
Son cheval capara onn | A |
Qui sous son poids hennit s'arr te | D |
Et marche en secouant la t te | D |
De plumes rouges couronn | A |
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Mes soeurs vous parer si lentes | B |
Venez voir pr s de mon vainqueur | E |
Ces timbales tincelantes | B |
Qui sous sa main toujours tremblantes | B |
Sonnent et font bondir le coeur | E |
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Venez surtout le voir lui m me | D |
Sous le manteau que j'ai brod | D |
Qu'il sera beau c'est lui que j'aime | F |
Il porte comme un diad me | D |
Son casque de crins inond | D |
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L' gyptienne sacril ge | G |
M'attirant derri re un pilier | E |
M'a dit hier Dieu nous prot ge | G |
Qu' la fanfare du cort ge | G |
Il manquerait un timbalier | E |
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Mais j'ai tant pri que j'esp re | E |
Quoique me montrant de la main | A |
Un s pulcre son noir repaire | E |
La vieille aux regards de vip re | E |
M'ait dit Je t'attends l demain | A |
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Volons plus de noires pens es | B |
Ce sont les tambours que j'entends | B |
Voici les dames entass es | B |
Les tentes de pourpre dress es | B |
Les fleurs et les drapeaux flottants | B |
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Sur deux rangs le cort ge ondoie | D |
D'abord les piquiers aux pas lourds | B |
Puis sous l' tendard qu'on d ploie | H |
Les barons en robe de soie | B |
Avec leurs toques de velours | B |
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Voici les chasubles des pr tres | B |
Les h rauts sur un blanc coursier | E |
Tous en souvenir des anc tres | B |
Portent l' cusson de leurs ma tres | B |
Peint sur leur corselet d'acier | E |
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Admirez l'armure persane | A |
Des templiers craints de l'enfer | E |
Et sous la longue pertuisane | A |
Les archers venus de Lausanne | A |
V tus de buffle arm s de fer | E |
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Le duc n'est pas loin ses banni res | B |
Flottent parmi les chevaliers | B |
Quelques enseignes prisonni res | B |
Honteuses passent les derni res | B |
Mes soeurs voici les timbaliers ' | - |
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Elle dit et sa vue errante | D |
Plonge h las dans les rangs press s | B |
Puis dans la foule indiff rente | D |
Elle tomba froide et mourante | D |
Les timbaliers taient pass s | B |
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The Cymbaleer's Bride | D |
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'My lord the Duke of Brittany | A |
Has summoned his barons bold | D |
Their names make a fearful litany | A |
Among them you will not meet any | A |
But men of giant mould | D |
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'Proud earls who dwell in donjon keep | I |
And steel clad knight and peer | E |
Whose forts are girt with a moat cut deep | I |
But none excel in soldiership | I |
My own loved cymbaleer | E |
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'Clashing his cymbals forth he went | D |
With a bold and gallant bearing | C |
Sure for a captain he was meant | D |
To judge his pride with courage blent | D |
And the cloth of gold he's wearing | C |
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'But in my soul since then I feel | H |
A fear in secret creeping | C |
And to my patron saint I kneel | H |
That she may recommend his weal | H |
To his guardian angel's keeping | C |
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'I've begged our abbot Bernardine | A |
His prayers not to relax | B |
And to procure him aid divine | A |
I've burned upon Saint Gilda's shrine | A |
Three pounds of virgin wax | B |
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'Our Lady of Loretto knows | B |
The pilgrimage I've vowed | D |
'To wear the scallop I propose | B |
If health and safety from the foes | B |
My lover be allowed ' | - |
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'No letter fond affection's gage | G |
From him could I require | E |
The pain of absence to assuage | G |
A vassal maid can have no page | G |
A liegeman has no squire | E |
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'This day will witness with the duke's | B |
My cymbaleer's return | A |
Gladness and pride beam in my looks | B |
Delay my heart impatient brooks | B |
All meaner thoughts I spurn | A |
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'Back from the battle field elate | D |
His banner brings each peer | E |
Come let us see at the ancient gate | D |
The martial triumph pass in state | D |
With the princes my cymbaleer | E |
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'We'll have from the rampart walls a glance | B |
Of the air his steed assumes | B |
His proud neck swells his glad hoofs prance | B |
And on his head unceasing dance | B |
In a gorgeous tuft red plumes | B |
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'Be quick my sisters dress in haste | D |
Come see him bear the bell | H |
With laurels decked with true love graced | D |
While in his bold hands fitly placed | D |
The bounding cymbals swell | H |
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'Mark well the mantle that he'll wear | E |
Embroidered by his bride | D |
Admire his burnished helmet's glare | E |
O'ershadowed by the dark horsehair | E |
That waves in jet folds wide | D |
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'The gipsy spiteful wench foretold | D |
With a voice like a viper hissing | C |
Though I had crossed her palm with gold | D |
That from the ranks a spirit bold | D |
Would be to day found missing | C |
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'But I have prayed so much I trust | D |
Her words may prove untrue | E |
Though in a tomb the hag accurst | D |
Muttered 'Prepare thee for the worst ' | - |
Whilst the lamp burnt ghastly blue | E |
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'My joy her spells shall not prevent | D |
Hark I can hear the drums | B |
And ladies fair from silken tent | D |
Peep forth and every eye is bent | D |
On the cavalcade that comes | B |
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'Pikemen dividing on both flanks | B |
Open the pageantry | E |
Loud as they tread their armour clanks | B |
And silk robed barons lead the ranks | B |
The pink of gallantry | E |
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'In scarves of gold the priests admire | E |
The heralds on white steeds | B |
Armorial pride decks their attire | E |
Worn in remembrance of some sire | E |
Famed for heroic deeds | B |
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'Feared by the Paynim's dark divan | A |
The templars next advance | B |
Then the tall halberds of Lausanne | A |
Foremost to stand in battle van | A |
Against the foes of France | B |
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'Now hail the duke with radiant brow | E |
Girt with his cavaliers | B |
Round his triumphant banner bow | E |
Those of his foe Look sisters now | E |
Here come the cymbaleer's ' | - |
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She spoke with searching eye surveyed | D |
Their ranks then pale aghast | D |
Sunk in the crowd Death came in aid | D |
'T was mercy to that loving maid | D |
The cymbaleer's had past | D |
Victor Marie Hugo
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