The Alcayde Of Molina Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBCCBBDEBBBBFFGGHI JJBBBBKKLLM NN| FROM THE SPANISH | A |
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| To the town of Atienza Molina's brave Alcayde | B |
| The courteous and the valorous led forth his bold brigade | B |
| The Moor came back in triumph he came without a wound | B |
| With many a Christian standard and Christian captive bound | B |
| He passed the city portals with swelling heart and vein | C |
| And towards his lady's dwelling he rode with slackened rein | C |
| Two circuits on his charger he took and at the third | B |
| From the door of her balcony Zelinda's voice was heard | B |
| 'Now if thou wert not shameless ' said the lady to the Moor | D |
| 'Thou wouldst neither pass my dwelling nor stop before my door | E |
| Alas for poor Zelinda and for her wayward mood | B |
| That one in love with peace should have loved a man of blood | B |
| Since not that thou wert noble I chose thee for my knight | B |
| But that thy sword was dreaded in tournay and in fight | B |
| Ah thoughtless and unhappy that I should fail to see | F |
| How ill the stubborn flint and the yielding wax agree | F |
| Boast not thy love for me while the shrieking of the fife | G |
| Can change thy mood of mildness to fury and to strife | G |
| Say not my voice is magic thy pleasure is to hear | H |
| The bursting of the carbine and shivering of the spear | I |
| Well follow thou thy choice to the battle field away | J |
| To thy triumphs and thy trophies since I am less than they | J |
| Thrust thy arm into thy buckler gird on thy crooked brand | B |
| And call upon thy trusty squire to bring thy spears in hand | B |
| Lead forth thy band to skirmish by mountain and by mead | B |
| On thy dappled Moorish barb or thy fleeter border steed | B |
| Go waste the Christian hamlets and sweep away their flocks | K |
| From Almazan's broad meadows to Siguenza's rocks | K |
| Leave Zelinda altogether whom thou leavest oft and long | L |
| And in the life thou lovest forget whom thou dost wrong | L |
| These eyes shall not recall thee though they meet no more thine own | M |
| Though they weep that thou art absent and that I am all alone ' | - |
| She ceased and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek | N |
| Shut the door of her balcony before the Moor could speak | N |
William Cullen Bryant
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