English Verse. Raymond Macdonald Alden

English Verse - Raymond Macdonald  Alden


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and Adonis, st. 161. 1593.)

      ababbcc ("Rime royal")

      Humblest of herte, hyest of reverence,

       Benigne flour, coroune of vertues alle,

       Sheweth unto your rial excellence

       Your servaunt, if I durste me so calle,

       His mortal harm, in which he is y-falle,

       And noght al only for his evel fare,

       But for your renoun, as he shal declare.

      (Chaucer: Compleynte unto Pite. ab. 1370.)

      And on the smale grene twistis sat

       The lytil suete nyghtingale, and song

       So loud and clere, the ympnis consecrat

       Of luvis use, now soft now lowd among,

       That all the gardynis and the wallis rong

       Ryght of thaire song, and on the copill next

       Of thaire suete armony, and lo the text.

      (James I. of Scotland: The King's Quhair, st. 33. ab. 1425.)

      For men have marble, women waxen, minds,

       And therefore are they form'd as marble will;

       The weak oppress'd, the impression of strange kinds

       Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill:

       Then call them not the authors of their ill,

       No more than wax shall be accounted evil,

       Wherein is stamp'd the semblance of a devil.

      (Shakspere: The Rape of Lucrece, st. 178. 1594.)

      

      In a far country that I cannot name,

       And on a year long ages past away,

       A King there dwelt in rest and ease and fame,

       And richer than the Emperor is to-day:

       The very thought of what this man might say

       From dusk to dawn kept many a lord awake,

       For fear of him did many a great man quake.

      (William Morris: The Earthly Paradise; The Proud King. 1868.)

      The "rime royal" stanza is one of Chaucer's contributions to English verse, and about 14,000 lines of his poetry are in this form. Its use by King James in the King's Quhair was formerly thought to be the source of the name; but it seems more likely that the name, like the form, was of French origin, and is to be connected with such terms as chant royal and ballat royal, familiar in the nomenclature of courtly poetry (see Schipper, vol. i. p. 426). The stanza was used by Chaucer with marvellous skill for purposes of continuous narrative, and was a general favorite among his imitators in the fifteenth century, being used by Lydgate, Occleve, Hawes, Dunbar, then by Skelton, and by Barclay in the Ship of Fooles. It appears popular as late as the time of Sackville's part of the Mirror for Magistrates (1563).[9] Later than Shakspere's Rape of Lucrece it is rarely found. (But see Milton's unfinished poem on The Passion, where he used a form of the rime royal with concluding alexandrine.)

      Strictly speaking, the "rime royal" is always in five-stress verse, but in the following specimen the same rime-scheme appears in the irregular six-or-seven-stress verse of one of the Mysteries.

      The story sheweth further, that, after man was blyste,

       The Lord did create woman owte of a ribbe of man,

       Which woman was deceyvyd with the Serpentes darkned myste;

       By whose synn ower nature is so weake no good we can;

       Wherfor they were dejectyd and caste from thence than

       Unto dolloure and myseri and to traveyle and payne,

       Untyll Godes spryght renuid; and so we ende certayne.

      (Prologue to Norwich Whitsun Play of the Creation and Fall. In Manly's Specimens of the Pre-Shaksperean Drama, vol. i p. 5.)

      ababcca

      Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave

       That child, when thou hast done with him, for me!

       Let me sit all the day here, that when eve

       Shall find performed thy special ministry,

       And time come for departure, thou, suspending

       Thy flight, may'st see another child for tending,

       Another still, to quiet and retrieve.

      (Browning: The Guardian Angel. 1855.)

      ababccb

      The City is of Night; perchance of Death,

       But certainly of Night; for never there

       Can come the lucid morning's fragrant breath

       After the dewy dawning's cold grey air;

       The moon and stars may shine with scorn or pity;

       The sun has never visited that city,

       For it dissolveth in the daylight fair.

      (James Thomson: The City of Dreadful Night. 1874.)

      abababab

      Trew king, that sittes in trone,

       Unto the I tell my tale,

       And unto the I bid a bone,

       For thou ert bute of all my bale:

       Als thou made midelerd and the mone,

       And bestes and fowles grete and smale.

       Unto me send thi socore sone,

       And dresce my dedes in this dale.

      (Laurence Minot: Battle of Halidon Hill. 1352.)

      On Minot's lyrics see ten Brink's History of English Literature, Kennedy translation, vol. i. p. 323.

      ababbaba

      Since love is such that as ye wot

       Cannot always be wisely used,

       I say, therefore, then blame me not,

       Though I therein have been abused.

       For as with cause I am accused,

       Guilty I grant such was my lot;

       And though it cannot be excused,

       Yet let such folly be forgot.

      (Sir Thomas Wyatt: That the power of love excuseth the folly of loving, ab. 1550.)

      ababbcbc

      In a chirche þer i con knel

       Þis ender day in on morwenynge,

       Me lyked þe servise wonder wel,

       For þi þe lengore con i lynge.

       I seiȝ a clerk a book forþ bringe,

       Þat prikked was in mony a plas;

       Faste he souȝte what he schulde synge,

       And al was Deo gracias!

      (From the Vernon and Simeon MSS.; in Anglia, vii. 287.)

      This Julius to the Capitolie wente

       Upon a day, as he was wont to goon,

       And in the Capitolie anon him hente

       This false Brutus, and his othere


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