The Lay Of Talbot, The Troubadour. A Legend Of Lacock Abbey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDED FGHG IJKJ HLML NOPO QRHR STOT UOVO WVNN XYCY NIZI A2OB2O NC2D2C2 E2F2G2F2 H2OCO G2NDN I2J2HJ2 J2K2L2K2 GL2M2B2 UI2N2W DO2P2O2 DO2Q2O2 R2NKN S2K2T2K2 LLQL Q2U2YU2 YSFS V2LW2L LLLL L NT2X2T2 T2DT2D Y2Z2A3Z2 NDLD T2LLL B3LLL C2C3LC3 LWD3E3 LZHF3 LC3T2C3 LLLL D3LLL NLLL DLG3L H3SLS NLDL LLLL

A
-
PART FIRSTB
-
At Rouen Richard kept his stateC
Released from captive thrallD
And girt with many a warrior guestE
He feasted in the hallD
-
The rich metheglin mantled highF
The wine was berry redG
When tidings came that SalisburyH
His early friend was deadG
-
And that his sole surviving childI
The heiress of his wealthJ
By crafty kinsmen and alliesK
Was borne away by stealthJ
-
Was borne away from NormandyH
Where secretly confinedL
She heard no voice of those she lovedM
But sighed to the north windL
-
Haply from some lone castle's towerN
Or solitary strandO
Even now she gazes o'er the deepP
That laves her father's landO
-
King Richard cries My minstrel knightsQ
Who will the task achieveR
To seek through France and NormandyH
The orphan left to grieveR
-
Young William Talbot then did speakS
Betide me weal or woeT
From Michael's castle through the landO
A pilgrim I will goT
-
He clad him in his pilgrim weedsU
With trusty staff in handO
And scallop shell and took his wayV
A wanderer through the landO
-
For two long years he journeyed onW
A pilgrim day by dayV
Through many a forest dark and drearN
By many a castle grayN
-
At length when one clear morn of frostX
Was shining on the mainY
Forth issuing from a castle gateC
He saw a female trainY
-
With lightsome step and waving hairN
Before them ran a childI
And gathering from the sands a shellZ
Ran back to them and smiledI
-
Himself unseen among the rocksA2
He saw her point her handO
And cry I would go home go homeB2
To my poor father's landO
-
The bell tolled from the turret grayN
Cold freezing fell the dewC2
To the portcullis hastening backD2
The female train withdrewC2
-
Those turrets and the battlementsE2
Time and the storm had beatF2
And sullenly the ocean tideG2
Came rolling at his feetF2
-
Young Talbot cast away his staffH2
The harp is in his handO
A minstrel at the castle gateC
A porter saw him standO
-
And who art thou the porter criedG2
Young troubadour now sayN
For welcome in the castle hallD
Will be to night thy layN
-
For this the birthday is of oneI2
Whose father now is coldJ2
An English maiden rich in feeH
And this year twelve years oldJ2
-
I love myself now growing oldJ2
To hear the wild harp's soundK2
But whence young harper dost thou comeL2
And whither art thou boundK2
-
Though I am young the harper saidG
From Syria's sands I comeL2
A minstrel warrior of the CrossM2
Now poor and wandering homeB2
-
And I can tell of mighty deedsU
By bold King Richard doneI2
King Richard of the Lion's heartN2
Foes quail to look uponW
-
Then lead me to the castle hallD
And let the fire be brightO2
For never hall nor bower hath heardP2
A lay like mine to nightO2
-
The windows gleam within the hallD
The fire is blazing brightO2
And the young harper's hair and harpQ2
Are shining in the lightO2
-
Fair dames and warriors clad in steelR2
Now gather round to hearN
And oft that little maiden's eyesK
Are glistening with a tearN
-
For when the minstrel sang of warsS2
At times with softer soundK2
He touched the chords as mourning thoseT2
Now laid in the cold groundK2
-
He sang how brave King Richard pinedL
In a dark tower immuredL
And of the long and weary nightsQ
A captive he enduredL
-
The faithful Blondel to his harpQ2
One song began to singU2
It ceased the king takes up the strainY
It is his lord and kingU2
-
Of Sarum then and Sarum's plainY
That poor child heard him speakS
When the first tear drop in her eyeF
Fell silent on her cheekS
-
For as the minstrel told his taleV2
The breathless orphan maidL
Thought of the land where in the graveW2
Her father's bones were laidL
-
Hush hush the winds are piping loudL
The midnight hour is spedL
The hours of morn are stealing fastL
Harper to bed to bedL
-
-
PART SECONDL
-
The two long years had passed awayN
When castle Galliard roseT2
As built at once by elfin handsX2
And scorning time or foesT2
-
It might be thought that Merlin's impsT2
Were tasked to raise the wallD
That unheard axes fell the woodsT2
While unseen hammers fallD
-
As hung by magic on a rockY2
The castle keep looked downZ2
O'er rocks and rivers and the smokeA3
Of many a far off townZ2
-
And now young knights and minstrels gayN
Obeyed their masters' callD
And loud rejoicing held the feastL
In the new raftered hallD
-
His minstrels and his mailed peersT2
Were seated at the boardL
And at his side the highest satL
William of the Long SwordL
-
This youthful knight of princely birthB3
Was dazzling to beholdL
For his chain mail from head to footL
All glistened o'er with goldL
-
His surcoat dyed with azure blueC2
In graceful foldings hungC3
And there the golden lions rampedL
With bloody claws and tongueC3
-
With crimson belt around his waistL
His sword was girded onW
The hilt a cross to kiss in deathD3
Radiant with jewels shoneE3
-
The names and banners of each knightL
It were too long to tellZ
Here sat the brave MontgomeryH
There Bertrand and RozellF3
-
Of Richard's unresisted swordL
A noble minstrel sungC3
Whilst to an hundred answering harpsT2
The blazing gallery rungC3
-
So all within was merrimentL
When suddenly a shoutL
As of some unexpected guestL
Burst from the crowd withoutL
-
Now not a sound and scarce a breathD3
Through the long hall is heardL
When with a young maid by his sideL
A vizored knight appearedL
-
Up the long hall they held their wayN
On to the royal seatL
Then both together hand in handL
Knelt at King Richard's feetL
-
Talbot a Talbot rang the hallD
With gratulation wildL
Long live brave Talbot and long liveG3
Earl William's new found childL
-
Amid a scene so new and strangeH3
This poor maid could not speakS
King Richard took her by the handL
And gently kissed her cheekS
-
Then placed her smiling through a tearN
By his brave brother's sideL
Long live brave Longspe rang the hallD
Long live his future brideL
-
To noble Richard this fair childL
His ward was thus restoredL
Destined to be the future brideL
Of Him of the Long SwordL

William Lisle Bowles



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about The Lay Of Talbot, The Troubadour. A Legend Of Lacock Abbey poem by William Lisle Bowles


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 6 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets