Queen Mary-s Letter To Bothwell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ACCA DAAD BEFB GDDG DHHD DAAD IJJI DKKD BLMB NJJN OPPQ DRRD DSSD TDDT DUUD NJJN NGJN DVVD WXXW JTTJ JYYJ WKKW AAAA TAAT TZZT A2AAA2 WAAW B2TTB2 DC2C2D ED2D2F B2TTB2 DB2B2D DTTD| Pitiful gods Have pity on my passion | A |
| Teach me the road how I a certain proving | B |
| Shall make to him I love of my great loving | B |
| My faith unchanged nor plead it in fool's fashion | A |
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| Ah is he weary of too full possession | A |
| Of this poor body's zeal which naught denied him | C |
| Of a Queen's pride enthroned too near beside him | C |
| Her parliament of joy in too long session | A |
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| Nay but she held as naught for him her honour | D |
| Naught her friends' loyalty their wrath her foemen | A |
| Less than as naught the proud eyes of her women | A |
| The load of a realm's anger laid upon her | D |
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| If it might vantage him Behold me dying | B |
| To prove my constancy bequeathing all | E |
| Fame fortune faith my life's memorial | F |
| The one son born to me nor ought denying | B |
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| Queen am I with no subjects Subject I | G |
| To my sole king My country 'Tis his pleasure | D |
| There would I reign who find in it my treasure | D |
| For treasure house his arms and there would lie | G |
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| Without those frontiers would I wander never | D |
| I am no vagrant to take ship and go | H |
| This is my haven Whatso winds shall blow | H |
| They shall not tempt me to a new endeavour | D |
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| And yet he doubteth Lo the proof I offer | D |
| Not tears not prayers a manlier test is mine | A |
| Let others plead in weakness my soul's wine | A |
| Has a strong logic which shall find no scoffer | D |
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| She thy right lady for her own pride's sake | I |
| Vowed thee obedience 'Twas her debt of duty | J |
| I for my shame made free gift of my beauty | J |
| Holding it royaller to give than take | I |
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| She to her profit bindeth thee her lover | D |
| Being thus mistress of thy wealth and name | K |
| I to my hurt in peril of my fame | K |
| And dreading all men should my shame discover | D |
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| She dreadeth nothing I have lost my daring | B |
| She of her parents took thee proud to give | L |
| I in despite of mine who still must live | M |
| Fearing worse fortune through my too much caring | B |
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| And thou believest her Although she reapeth | N |
| All her delight of thee her place her glory | J |
| Her noble name who had no name in story | J |
| And I a queen Half of thy love she keepeth | N |
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| Love which was mine And in exchange for what | O |
| A girl's fool fancy for a boy aspirant | P |
| How should she love thee not thou master tyrant | P |
| Her wedded lord in room of that sad sot | Q |
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| Mad were she else since thou of all art master | D |
| Supreme in valour beauty and men's praise | R |
| Thee in whose light I live out all my days | R |
| How should I pity her her soul's disaster | D |
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| When first you wooed her it was she the colder | D |
| You the more fierce your flame raged as a furnace | S |
| She shrank from you abashed at love's sweet harness | S |
| Raised a maid's finger as your zeal grew bolder | D |
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| No pleasure took she in your strength She doubted | T |
| Naught of your constancy who least could care | D |
| Small joy she made for you of braided hair | D |
| Or happy raiment going meanly clouted | T |
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| Why should she deck herself Her heart no faster | D |
| Beat nor when even at death's door you lay | U |
| Calmly she watched you in that disarray | U |
| Nor trembled for you till Fate's fear had passed her | D |
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| And she lamenteth now and moan she maketh | N |
| Noting the petulance of her first folly | J |
| Waileth aloud in wifely melancholy | J |
| And blindeth thee with feint of that she lacketh | N |
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| What tales are hers What flatteries now she weaveth | N |
| In her false letters as one more than I | G |
| Vowed to thy worship in long constancy | J |
| To a loved paramour And he believeth | N |
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| Lies all tales taken from some alien rhymer | D |
| Richer than she in words to cozen you | V |
| Her woes are painted every week anew | V |
| On her green cheeks each than the last sublimer | D |
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| And you give faith to her to me light credence | W |
| Though all my joy my constancy is yours | X |
| A flame which needs no kindling and endures | X |
| Claiming its place by right of long precedence | W |
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| Too plain alas it is you hold me lightly | J |
| Deem me with heart of wax with words of wind | T |
| A woman indiscreet and all too kind | T |
| To all the world with a new lover nightly | J |
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| This is your ill thought which the more inflames me | J |
| Humbling my pride till I no longer crave | Y |
| More than a share to day of that you gave | Y |
| So wholly yesterday Your doubting shames me | J |
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| To day I ask but this to do you reverence | W |
| To heap you worship and make full your fame | K |
| To work for you the building of your name | K |
| Joined to my own For this I bar our severance | W |
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| It is for you I supplicate my fortune | A |
| My health restored my strength that you may learn | A |
| The fullness of my love and sweet concern | A |
| So dear to serve you Thus do I importune | A |
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| Since that no wish have I but still to merit | T |
| Your life's companionship who first of men | A |
| Possessed my body though less wholly then | A |
| My joy of heart which I of you inherit | T |
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| How many tears for you have I not wasted | T |
| How much of anguish suffered and disgrace | Z |
| That day I saw the blood flow on your face | Z |
| I knew you mine 'twas my own death I tasted | T |
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| A day that was the last of my high queenship | A2 |
| Of my life's honour held to day in scorn | A |
| Of my friends' faith even here where I was born | A |
| With those that nursed me or were near in kinship | A2 |
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| To day I put aside their tried alliance | W |
| Yours only do I seek which shall sustain | A |
| My woman's weakness and make strong my reign | A |
| And give meet answer to my foes' defiance | W |
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| This my presumption is my reckoning this is | B2 |
| The one desire of her who is your friend | T |
| Who would your mistress be to her life's end | T |
| And serve you with her tenderest tendernesses | B2 |
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| You who to her are as her soul's sole brother | D |
| A woman in subjection to your will | C2 |
| To live and die for you your servant still | C2 |
| You only of all men and not another | D |
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| Take it my heart my life my blood my all | E |
| The pleasure of my days my nights of anguish | D2 |
| The lovelessness of hours where lone I languish | D2 |
| And build them with me to a festival | F |
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| For now my heart is palsied with long fearings | B2 |
| Of this of that the fear lest you forget | T |
| Lest tales be told of me lest snares be set | T |
| To lure you from my arms to new endearings | B2 |
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| Some pitiful sad accident of sorrow | D |
| Which may God shield us from with his good grace | B2 |
| My fears I write who cannot see your face | B2 |
| Yet know my love as yesterday to morrow | D |
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| And so farewell Nay answer not in censure | D |
| Be bountiful of praise nor count the cost | T |
| Learn that that man is king who dareth most | T |
| And his the victory who most shall venture | D |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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