The Father-s Curse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABC DEFCGHCCICJKCLMNOPCC CPQLLRCGCSTTBHCLUVP WC XPLLYLVLCZLA2B2 LOOLL| LE ROI S'AMUSE Act I | A |
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| M ST VALLIER an aged nobleman from whom King Francis I | A |
| decoyed his daughter the famous beauty Diana of | B |
| Poitiers | C |
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| A king should listen when his subjects speak | D |
| 'Tis true your mandate led me to the block | E |
| Where pardon came upon me like a dream | F |
| I blessed you then unconscious as I was | C |
| That a king's mercy sharper far than death | G |
| To save a father doomed his child to shame | H |
| Yes without pity for the noble race | C |
| Of Poitiers spotless for a thousand years | C |
| You Francis of Valois without one spark | I |
| Of love or pity honor or remorse | C |
| Did on that night thy couch her virtue's tom | J |
| With cold embraces foully bring to scorn | K |
| My helpless daughter Dian of Poitiers | C |
| To save her father's life a knight she sought | L |
| Like Bayard fearless and without reproach | M |
| She found a heartless king who sold the boon | N |
| Making cold bargain for his child's dishonor | O |
| Oh monstrous traffic foully hast thou done | P |
| My blood was thine and justly tho' it springs | C |
| Amongst the best and noblest names of France | C |
| But to pretend to spare these poor gray locks | C |
| And yet to trample on a weeping woman | P |
| Was basely done the father was thine own | Q |
| But not the daughter thou hast overpassed | L |
| The right of monarchs yet 'tis mercy deemed | L |
| And I perchance am called ungrateful still | R |
| Oh hadst thou come within my dungeon walls | C |
| I would have sued upon my knees for death | G |
| But mercy for my child my name my race | C |
| Which once polluted is my race no more | S |
| Rather than insult death to them and me | T |
| I come not now to ask her back from thee | T |
| Nay let her love thee with insensate love | B |
| I take back naught that bears the brand of shame | H |
| Keep her Yet still amidst thy festivals | C |
| Until some father's brother's husband's hand | L |
| 'Twill come to pass shall rid us of thy yoke | U |
| My pallid face shall ever haunt thee there | V |
| To tell thee Francis it was foully done | P |
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| TRIBOULET the Court Jester sneering The poor man | W |
| raves | C |
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| ST VILLIER Accursed be ye both | X |
| Oh Sire 'tis wrong upon the dying lion | P |
| To loose thy dog Turns to Triboulet | L |
| And thou whoe'er thou art | L |
| That with a fiendish sneer and viper's tongue | Y |
| Makest my tears a pastime and a sport | L |
| My curse upon thee Sire thy brow doth bear | V |
| The gems of France on mine old age doth sit | L |
| Thine decked with jewels mine with these gray hairs | C |
| We both are Kings yet bear a different crown | Z |
| And should some impious hand upon thy head | L |
| Heap wrongs and insult with thine own strong arm | A2 |
| Thou canst avenge them God avenges mine | B2 |
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| Freedom And The World | L |
| Weak is the People but will grow beyond all other | O |
| Within thy holy arms thou fruitful victor mother | O |
| O Liberty whose conquering flag is never furled | L |
| Thou bearest Him in whom is centred all the World | L |
Victor Marie Hugo
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