Troilus And Cresida Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABABBBB BCBCDEE BFBFFBB BBBBBGG BHBHHBB IBGBBDD JHJHHHH IBGBBBB HAHAAHH BGBGGKK ALALLMM NGNGGBB CHCHHKK BOBOOKK BHBHHGG BIBIGBB CBDBBAA BGBGGAA DBDBBDD CACAAPP BCBCCQQ RGRGGBB AHAHHSS HBHBBCCFROM CUAUCER | A |
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NEXT morning Troilus began to clear | A |
His eyes from sleep at the first break of day | B |
And unto Pandarus his own Brother dear | A |
For love of God full piteously did say | B |
We must the Palace see of Cresida | B |
For since we yet may have no other feast | B |
Let us behold her Palace at the least | B |
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And therewithal to cover his intent | B |
A cause he found into the Town to go | C |
And they right forth to Cresid's Palace went | B |
But Lord this simple Troilus was woe | C |
Him thought his sorrowful heart would break in two | D |
For when he saw her doors fast bolted all | E |
Well nigh for sorrow down he 'gan to fall | E |
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Therewith when this true Lover 'gan behold | B |
How shut was every window of the place | F |
Like frost he thought his heart was icy cold | B |
For which with changed pale and deadly face | F |
Without word uttered forth he 'gan to pace | F |
And on his purpose bent so fast to ride | B |
That no wight his continuance espied | B |
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Then said he thus O Palace desolate | B |
O house of houses once so richly dight | B |
O Palace empty and disconsolate | B |
Thou lamp of which extinguished is the light | B |
O Palace whilom day that now art night | B |
Thou ought'st to fall and I to die since she | G |
Is gone who held us both in sovereignty | G |
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O of all houses once the crowned boast | B |
Palace illumined with the sun of bliss | H |
O ring of which the ruby now is lost | B |
O cause of woe that cause has been of bliss | H |
Yet since I may no better would I kiss | H |
Thy cold doors but I dare not for this rout | B |
Farewell thou shrine of which the Saint is out | B |
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Therewith he cast on Pandarus an eye | I |
With changed face and piteous to behold | B |
And when he might his time aright espy | G |
Aye as he rode to Pandarus he told | B |
Both his new sorrow and his joys of old | B |
So piteously and with so dead a hue | D |
That every wight might on his sorrow rue | D |
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Forth from the spot he rideth up and down | J |
And everything to his rememberance | H |
Came as he rode by places of the town | J |
Where he had felt such perfect pleasure once | H |
Lo yonder saw I mine own Lady dance | H |
And in that Temple she with her bright eyes | H |
My Lady dear first bound me captive wise | H |
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And yonder with joy smitten heart have I | I |
Heard my own Cresid's laugh and once at play | B |
I yonder saw her eke full blissfully | G |
And yonder once she unto me 'gan say | B |
Now my sweet Troilus love me well I pray | B |
And there so graciously did me behold | B |
That hers unto the death my heart I hold | B |
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And at the corner of that self same house | H |
Heard I my most beloved Lady dear | A |
So womanly with voice melodious | H |
Singing so well so goodly and so clear | A |
That in my soul methinks I yet do hear | A |
The blissful sound and in that very place | H |
My Lady first me took unto her grace | H |
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O blissful God of Love then thus he cried | B |
When I the process have in memory | G |
How thou hast wearied me on every side | B |
Men thence a book might make a history | G |
What need to seek a conquest over me | G |
Since I am wholly at thy will what joy | K |
Hast thou thy own liege subjects to destroy | K |
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Dread Lord so fearful when provoked thine ire | A |
Well hast thou wreaked on me by pain and grief | L |
Now mercy Lord thou know'st well I desire | A |
Thy grace above all pleasures first and chief | L |
And live and die I will in thy belief | L |
For which I ask for guerdon but one boon | M |
That Cresida again thou send me soon | M |
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Constrain her heart as quickly to return | N |
As thou dost mine with longing her to see | G |
Then know I well that she would not sojourn | N |
Now blissful Lord so cruel do not be | G |
Unto the blood of Troy I pray of thee | G |
As Juno was unto the Theban blood | B |
From whence to Thebes came griefs in multitude | B |
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And after this he to the gate did go | C |
Whence Cresid rode as if in haste she was | H |
And up and down there went and to and fro | C |
And to himself full oft he said alas | H |
From hence my hope and solace forth did pass | H |
O would the blissful God now for his joy | K |
I might her see again coming to Troy | K |
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And up to yonder hill was I her guide | B |
Alas and there I took of her my leave | O |
Yonder I saw her to her Father ride | B |
For very grief of which my heart shall cleave | O |
And hither home I came when it was eve | O |
And here I dwell an outcast from all joy | K |
And shall unless I see her soon in Troy | K |
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And of himself did he imagine oft | B |
That he was blighted pale and waxen less | H |
Than he was wont and that in whispers soft | B |
Men said what may it be can no one guess | H |
Why Troilus hath all this heaviness | H |
All which he of himself conceited wholly | G |
Out of his weakness and his melancholy | G |
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Another time he took into his head | B |
That every wight who in the way passed by | I |
Had of him ruth and fancied that they said | B |
I am right sorry Troilus will die | I |
And thus a day or two drove wearily | G |
As ye have heard such life 'gan he to lead | B |
As one that standeth betwixt hope and dread | B |
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For which it pleased him in his songs to show | C |
The occasion of his woe as best he might | B |
And made a fitting song of words but few | D |
Somewhat his woeful heart to make more light | B |
And when he was removed from all men's sight | B |
With a soft night voice he of his Lady dear | A |
That absent was 'gan sing as ye may hear | A |
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O star of which I lost have all the light | B |
With a sore heart well ought I to bewail | G |
That ever dark in torment night by night | B |
Toward my death with wind I steer and sail | G |
For which upon the tenth night if thou fail | G |
With thy bright beams to guide me but one hour | A |
My ship and me Charybdis will devour | A |
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As soon as he this song had thus sung through | D |
He fell again into his sorrows old | B |
And every night as was his wont to do | D |
Troilus stood the bright moon to behold | B |
And all his trouble to the moon he told | B |
And said I wis when thou art horn'd anew | D |
I shall be glad if all the world be true | D |
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Thy horns were old as now upon that morrow | C |
When hence did journey my bright Lady dear | A |
That cause is of my torment and my sorrow | C |
For which oh gentle Luna bright and clear | A |
For love of God run fast above thy sphere | A |
For when thy horns begin once more to spring | P |
Then shall she come that with her bliss may bring | P |
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The day is more and longer every night | B |
Than they were wont to be for he thought so | C |
And that the sun did take his course not right | B |
By longer way than he was wont to go | C |
And said I am in constant dread I trow | C |
That Phaeton his son is yet alive | Q |
His too fond father's car amiss to drive | Q |
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Upon the walls fast also would he walk | R |
To the end that he the Grecian host might see | G |
And ever thus he to himself would talk | R |
Lo yonder is my own bright Lady free | G |
Or yonder is it that the tents must be | G |
And thence does come this air which is so sweet | B |
That in my soul I feel the joy of it | B |
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And certainly this wind that more and more | A |
By moments thus increaseth in my face | H |
Is of my Lady's sighs heavy and sore | A |
I prove it thus for in no other space | H |
Of all this town save only in this place | H |
Feel I a wind that soundeth so like pain | S |
It saith Alas why severed are we twain | S |
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A weary while in pain he tosseth thus | H |
Till fully past and gone was the ninth night | B |
And ever at his side stood Pandarus | H |
Who busily made use of all his might | B |
To comfort him and make his heart more light | B |
Giving him always hope that she the morrow | C |
Of the tenth day will come and end his sorrow | C |
William Wordsworth
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