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 | |
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| PART FIRST | B |
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| At Rouen Richard kept his state | C |
| Released from captive thrall | D |
| And girt with many a warrior guest | E |
| He feasted in the hall | D |
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| The rich metheglin mantled high | F |
| The wine was berry red | G |
| When tidings came that Salisbury | H |
| His early friend was dead | G |
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| And that his sole surviving child | I |
| The heiress of his wealth | J |
| By crafty kinsmen and allies | K |
| Was borne away by stealth | J |
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| Was borne away from Normandy | H |
| Where secretly confined | L |
| She heard no voice of those she loved | M |
| But sighed to the north wind | L |
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| Haply from some lone castle's tower | N |
| Or solitary strand | O |
| Even now she gazes o'er the deep | P |
| That laves her father's land | O |
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| King Richard cries My minstrel knights | Q |
| Who will the task achieve | R |
| To seek through France and Normandy | H |
| The orphan left to grieve | R |
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| Young William Talbot then did speak | S |
| Betide me weal or woe | T |
| From Michael's castle through the land | O |
| A pilgrim I will go | T |
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| He clad him in his pilgrim weeds | U |
| With trusty staff in hand | O |
| And scallop shell and took his way | V |
| A wanderer through the land | O |
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| For two long years he journeyed on | W |
| A pilgrim day by day | V |
| Through many a forest dark and drear | N |
| By many a castle gray | N |
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| At length when one clear morn of frost | X |
| Was shining on the main | Y |
| Forth issuing from a castle gate | C |
| He saw a female train | Y |
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| With lightsome step and waving hair | N |
| Before them ran a child | I |
| And gathering from the sands a shell | Z |
| Ran back to them and smiled | I |
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| Himself unseen among the rocks | A2 |
| He saw her point her hand | O |
| And cry I would go home go home | B2 |
| To my poor father's land | O |
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| The bell tolled from the turret gray | N |
| Cold freezing fell the dew | C2 |
| To the portcullis hastening back | D2 |
| The female train withdrew | C2 |
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| Those turrets and the battlements | E2 |
| Time and the storm had beat | F2 |
| And sullenly the ocean tide | G2 |
| Came rolling at his feet | F2 |
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| Young Talbot cast away his staff | H2 |
| The harp is in his hand | O |
| A minstrel at the castle gate | C |
| A porter saw him stand | O |
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| And who art thou the porter cried | G2 |
| Young troubadour now say | N |
| For welcome in the castle hall | D |
| Will be to night thy lay | N |
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| For this the birthday is of one | I2 |
| Whose father now is cold | J2 |
| An English maiden rich in fee | H |
| And this year twelve years old | J2 |
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| I love myself now growing old | J2 |
| To hear the wild harp's sound | K2 |
| But whence young harper dost thou come | L2 |
| And whither art thou bound | K2 |
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| Though I am young the harper said | G |
| From Syria's sands I come | L2 |
| A minstrel warrior of the Cross | M2 |
| Now poor and wandering home | B2 |
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| And I can tell of mighty deeds | U |
| By bold King Richard done | I2 |
| King Richard of the Lion's heart | N2 |
| Foes quail to look upon | W |
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| Then lead me to the castle hall | D |
| And let the fire be bright | O2 |
| For never hall nor bower hath heard | P2 |
| A lay like mine to night | O2 |
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| The windows gleam within the hall | D |
| The fire is blazing bright | O2 |
| And the young harper's hair and harp | Q2 |
| Are shining in the light | O2 |
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| Fair dames and warriors clad in steel | R2 |
| Now gather round to hear | N |
| And oft that little maiden's eyes | K |
| Are glistening with a tear | N |
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| For when the minstrel sang of wars | S2 |
| At times with softer sound | K2 |
| He touched the chords as mourning those | T2 |
| Now laid in the cold ground | K2 |
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| He sang how brave King Richard pined | L |
| In a dark tower immured | L |
| And of the long and weary nights | Q |
| A captive he endured | L |
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| The faithful Blondel to his harp | Q2 |
| One song began to sing | U2 |
| It ceased the king takes up the strain | Y |
| It is his lord and king | U2 |
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| Of Sarum then and Sarum's plain | Y |
| That poor child heard him speak | S |
| When the first tear drop in her eye | F |
| Fell silent on her cheek | S |
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| For as the minstrel told his tale | V2 |
| The breathless orphan maid | L |
| Thought of the land where in the grave | W2 |
| Her father's bones were laid | L |
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| Hush hush the winds are piping loud | L |
| The midnight hour is sped | L |
| The hours of morn are stealing fast | L |
| Harper to bed to bed | L |
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| PART SECOND | L |
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| The two long years had passed away | N |
| When castle Galliard rose | T2 |
| As built at once by elfin hands | X2 |
| And scorning time or foes | T2 |
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| It might be thought that Merlin's imps | T2 |
| Were tasked to raise the wall | D |
| That unheard axes fell the woods | T2 |
| While unseen hammers fall | D |
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| As hung by magic on a rock | Y2 |
| The castle keep looked down | Z2 |
| O'er rocks and rivers and the smoke | A3 |
| Of many a far off town | Z2 |
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| And now young knights and minstrels gay | N |
| Obeyed their masters' call | D |
| And loud rejoicing held the feast | L |
| In the new raftered hall | D |
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| His minstrels and his mailed peers | T2 |
| Were seated at the board | L |
| And at his side the highest sat | L |
| William of the Long Sword | L |
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| This youthful knight of princely birth | B3 |
| Was dazzling to behold | L |
| For his chain mail from head to foot | L |
| All glistened o'er with gold | L |
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| His surcoat dyed with azure blue | C2 |
| In graceful foldings hung | C3 |
| And there the golden lions ramped | L |
| With bloody claws and tongue | C3 |
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| With crimson belt around his waist | L |
| His sword was girded on | W |
| The hilt a cross to kiss in death | D3 |
| Radiant with jewels shone | E3 |
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| The names and banners of each knight | L |
| It were too long to tell | Z |
| Here sat the brave Montgomery | H |
| There Bertrand and Rozell | F3 |
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| Of Richard's unresisted sword | L |
| A noble minstrel sung | C3 |
| Whilst to an hundred answering harps | T2 |
| The blazing gallery rung | C3 |
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| So all within was merriment | L |
| When suddenly a shout | L |
| As of some unexpected guest | L |
| Burst from the crowd without | L |
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| Now not a sound and scarce a breath | D3 |
| Through the long hall is heard | L |
| When with a young maid by his side | L |
| A vizored knight appeared | L |
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| Up the long hall they held their way | N |
| On to the royal seat | L |
| Then both together hand in hand | L |
| Knelt at King Richard's feet | L |
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| Talbot a Talbot rang the hall | D |
| With gratulation wild | L |
| Long live brave Talbot and long live | G3 |
| Earl William's new found child | L |
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| Amid a scene so new and strange | H3 |
| This poor maid could not speak | S |
| King Richard took her by the hand | L |
| And gently kissed her cheek | S |
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| Then placed her smiling through a tear | N |
| By his brave brother's side | L |
| Long live brave Longspe rang the hall | D |
| Long live his future bride | L |
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| To noble Richard this fair child | L |
| His ward was thus restored | L |
| Destined to be the future bride | L |
| Of Him of the Long Sword | L |
William Lisle Bowles
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