The Gage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDE FFCGG HHCII JJCKKC LLCMMC GGFNN OOCPPC PPCKK LLCPPC KKCQQC RRLFFL F CRRC PPCSS TTCPPC RRFGGF PPCLLC UUVRRV| 'Lady Jane O Lady Jane | A |
| Your hound hath broken bounds again | B |
| And chased my timorous deer O | C |
| If him I see | D |
| That hour he'll dee | D |
| My brakes shall be his bier O ' | E |
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| 'Lord A rie Lord A rie | F |
| My hound I trow is fleet and free | F |
| He's welcome to your deer O | C |
| Shoot shoot you may | G |
| He'll gang his way | G |
| Your threats we nothing fear O ' | - |
| - | |
| He's fetched him in he's fetched him in | H |
| Gone all his swiftness all his din | H |
| White fang and glowering eye O | C |
| 'Here is your beast | I |
| And now at least | I |
| My herds in peace shall lie O ' | - |
| - | |
| In peace my lord O mark me well | J |
| For what my jolly hound befell | J |
| You shall sup twenty fold O | C |
| For every tooth | K |
| Of his i'sooth | K |
| A stag in pawn I hold O | C |
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| 'Huntsman and horn huntsman and horn | L |
| Shall scare your heaths and coverts lorn | L |
| Braying 'em shrill and clear O | C |
| But lone and still | M |
| Shall lift each hill | M |
| Each valley wan and sere O | C |
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| 'Ride up you may ride down you may | G |
| Lonely or trooped by night or day | G |
| My hound shall haunt you ever | F |
| Bird beast and game | N |
| Shall dread the same | N |
| The wild fish of your river ' | - |
| - | |
| Her cheek is like the angry rose | O |
| Her eye with wrath and pity flows | O |
| He gazes fierce and round O | C |
| 'Dear Lord ' he says | P |
| 'What loveliness | P |
| To waste upon a hound O | C |
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| 'I'd give my stags my hills and dales | P |
| My stormcocks and my nightingales | P |
| To have undone this deed O | C |
| For deep beneath | K |
| My heart is death | K |
| Which for her love doth bleed O ' | - |
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| Wanders he up wanders he down | L |
| On foot a horse by night and noon | L |
| His lands are bleak and drear O | C |
| Forsook his dales | P |
| Of nightingales | P |
| Forsook his moors of deer O | C |
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| Forsook his heart ah me of mirth | K |
| There's nothing lightsome left on earth | K |
| Only one scene is fain O | C |
| Where far remote | Q |
| The moonbeams gloat | Q |
| And sleeps the lovely Jane O | C |
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| Until an eve when lone he went | R |
| Gnawing his beard in dreariment | R |
| Lo from a thicket hidden | L |
| Lovely as flower | F |
| In April hour | F |
| Steps forth a form unbidden | L |
| - | |
| 'Get ye now down Lord A rie | F |
| I'm troubled so I'm like to dee ' | - |
| She cries 'twixt joy and grief O | C |
| 'The hound is dead | R |
| When all is said | R |
| But love is past belief O | C |
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| 'Nights nights I've lain your lands to see | P |
| Forlorn and still and all for me | P |
| All for a foolish curse O | C |
| Now here am I | S |
| Come out to die | S |
| To live unlov'd is worse O ' | - |
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| In faith this lord in that lone dale | T |
| Hears now a sweeter nightingale | T |
| And lairs a tend'rer deer O | C |
| His sorrow goes | P |
| Like mountain snows | P |
| In waters sweet and clear O | C |
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| Let the hound bay in Shadowland | R |
| Tuning his ear to understand | R |
| What voice hath tamed this A rie | F |
| Chafe chafe he may | G |
| The stag all day | G |
| And never thirst nor weary | F |
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| Now here he smells now there he smells | P |
| Winding his voice along the dells | P |
| Till grey flows up the morn O | C |
| Then hies again | L |
| To Lady Jane | L |
| No longer now forlorn O | C |
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| Ay as it were a bud did break | U |
| To loveliness for A rie's sake | U |
| So she in beauty moving | V |
| Rides at his hand | R |
| Across his land | R |
| Beloved as well as loving | V |
Walter De La Mare
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