Troilus And Cresida Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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FROM CUAUCERA
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NEXT morning Troilus began to clearA
His eyes from sleep at the first break of dayB
And unto Pandarus his own Brother dearA
For love of God full piteously did sayB
We must the Palace see of CresidaB
For since we yet may have no other feastB
Let us behold her Palace at the leastB
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And therewithal to cover his intentB
A cause he found into the Town to goC
And they right forth to Cresid's Palace wentB
But Lord this simple Troilus was woeC
Him thought his sorrowful heart would break in twoD
For when he saw her doors fast bolted allE
Well nigh for sorrow down he 'gan to fallE
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Therewith when this true Lover 'gan beholdB
How shut was every window of the placeF
Like frost he thought his heart was icy coldB
For which with changed pale and deadly faceF
Without word uttered forth he 'gan to paceF
And on his purpose bent so fast to rideB
That no wight his continuance espiedB
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Then said he thus O Palace desolateB
O house of houses once so richly dightB
O Palace empty and disconsolateB
Thou lamp of which extinguished is the lightB
O Palace whilom day that now art nightB
Thou ought'st to fall and I to die since sheG
Is gone who held us both in sovereigntyG
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O of all houses once the crowned boastB
Palace illumined with the sun of blissH
O ring of which the ruby now is lostB
O cause of woe that cause has been of blissH
Yet since I may no better would I kissH
Thy cold doors but I dare not for this routB
Farewell thou shrine of which the Saint is outB
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Therewith he cast on Pandarus an eyeI
With changed face and piteous to beholdB
And when he might his time aright espyG
Aye as he rode to Pandarus he toldB
Both his new sorrow and his joys of oldB
So piteously and with so dead a hueD
That every wight might on his sorrow rueD
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Forth from the spot he rideth up and downJ
And everything to his rememberanceH
Came as he rode by places of the townJ
Where he had felt such perfect pleasure onceH
Lo yonder saw I mine own Lady danceH
And in that Temple she with her bright eyesH
My Lady dear first bound me captive wiseH
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And yonder with joy smitten heart have II
Heard my own Cresid's laugh and once at playB
I yonder saw her eke full blissfullyG
And yonder once she unto me 'gan sayB
Now my sweet Troilus love me well I prayB
And there so graciously did me beholdB
That hers unto the death my heart I holdB
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And at the corner of that self same houseH
Heard I my most beloved Lady dearA
So womanly with voice melodiousH
Singing so well so goodly and so clearA
That in my soul methinks I yet do hearA
The blissful sound and in that very placeH
My Lady first me took unto her graceH
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O blissful God of Love then thus he criedB
When I the process have in memoryG
How thou hast wearied me on every sideB
Men thence a book might make a historyG
What need to seek a conquest over meG
Since I am wholly at thy will what joyK
Hast thou thy own liege subjects to destroyK
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Dread Lord so fearful when provoked thine ireA
Well hast thou wreaked on me by pain and griefL
Now mercy Lord thou know'st well I desireA
Thy grace above all pleasures first and chiefL
And live and die I will in thy beliefL
For which I ask for guerdon but one boonM
That Cresida again thou send me soonM
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Constrain her heart as quickly to returnN
As thou dost mine with longing her to seeG
Then know I well that she would not sojournN
Now blissful Lord so cruel do not beG
Unto the blood of Troy I pray of theeG
As Juno was unto the Theban bloodB
From whence to Thebes came griefs in multitudeB
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And after this he to the gate did goC
Whence Cresid rode as if in haste she wasH
And up and down there went and to and froC
And to himself full oft he said alasH
From hence my hope and solace forth did passH
O would the blissful God now for his joyK
I might her see again coming to TroyK
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And up to yonder hill was I her guideB
Alas and there I took of her my leaveO
Yonder I saw her to her Father rideB
For very grief of which my heart shall cleaveO
And hither home I came when it was eveO
And here I dwell an outcast from all joyK
And shall unless I see her soon in TroyK
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And of himself did he imagine oftB
That he was blighted pale and waxen lessH
Than he was wont and that in whispers softB
Men said what may it be can no one guessH
Why Troilus hath all this heavinessH
All which he of himself conceited whollyG
Out of his weakness and his melancholyG
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Another time he took into his headB
That every wight who in the way passed byI
Had of him ruth and fancied that they saidB
I am right sorry Troilus will dieI
And thus a day or two drove wearilyG
As ye have heard such life 'gan he to leadB
As one that standeth betwixt hope and dreadB
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For which it pleased him in his songs to showC
The occasion of his woe as best he mightB
And made a fitting song of words but fewD
Somewhat his woeful heart to make more lightB
And when he was removed from all men's sightB
With a soft night voice he of his Lady dearA
That absent was 'gan sing as ye may hearA
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O star of which I lost have all the lightB
With a sore heart well ought I to bewailG
That ever dark in torment night by nightB
Toward my death with wind I steer and sailG
For which upon the tenth night if thou failG
With thy bright beams to guide me but one hourA
My ship and me Charybdis will devourA
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As soon as he this song had thus sung throughD
He fell again into his sorrows oldB
And every night as was his wont to doD
Troilus stood the bright moon to beholdB
And all his trouble to the moon he toldB
And said I wis when thou art horn'd anewD
I shall be glad if all the world be trueD
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Thy horns were old as now upon that morrowC
When hence did journey my bright Lady dearA
That cause is of my torment and my sorrowC
For which oh gentle Luna bright and clearA
For love of God run fast above thy sphereA
For when thy horns begin once more to springP
Then shall she come that with her bliss may bringP
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The day is more and longer every nightB
Than they were wont to be for he thought soC
And that the sun did take his course not rightB
By longer way than he was wont to goC
And said I am in constant dread I trowC
That Phaeton his son is yet aliveQ
His too fond father's car amiss to driveQ
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Upon the walls fast also would he walkR
To the end that he the Grecian host might seeG
And ever thus he to himself would talkR
Lo yonder is my own bright Lady freeG
Or yonder is it that the tents must beG
And thence does come this air which is so sweetB
That in my soul I feel the joy of itB
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And certainly this wind that more and moreA
By moments thus increaseth in my faceH
Is of my Lady's sighs heavy and soreA
I prove it thus for in no other spaceH
Of all this town save only in this placeH
Feel I a wind that soundeth so like painS
It saith Alas why severed are we twainS
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A weary while in pain he tosseth thusH
Till fully past and gone was the ninth nightB
And ever at his side stood PandarusH
Who busily made use of all his mightB
To comfort him and make his heart more lightB
Giving him always hope that she the morrowC
Of the tenth day will come and end his sorrowC

William Wordsworth



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