The Feud: A Border Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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PLATE IA
Rixa super meroB
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They sat by their wine in the tavern that nightC
But not in good fellowship trueD
The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy brightC
And hotter the argument grewD
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'I asked your consent when I first sought her handE
Nor did you refuse to agreeF
Tho' her father declared that the half of his landE
Her dower at our wedding should be '-
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'No dower shall be given the brother repliedG
With a maiden of beauty so rareH
Nor yet shall my father my birthright divideG
Our lands with a foeman to share '-
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The knight stood erect in the midst of the hallI
And sterner his visage becameJ
'Now shame and dishonour my 'scutcheon befallI
If thus I relinquish my claim '-
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The brother then drained a tall goblet of wineK
And fiercely this answer he madeL
'Before like a coward my rights I resignK
I'll claim an appeal to the bladeL
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'The passes at Yarrow are rugged and wideG
There meet me to morrow aloneM
This quarrel we two with our swords will decideG
And one shall this folly atone '-
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They've settled the time and they've settled the placeN
They've paid for the wine and the aleO
They've bitten their gloves and their steps they retraceN
To their castles in Ettrick's ValeO
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PLATE IIA
Morituri te salutantG
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Now buckle my broadsword at my sideG
And saddle my trusty steedG
And bid me adieu my bonnie brideG
To Yarrow I go with speedG
'I've passed through many a bloody frayP
Unharmed in health or limbQ
Then why's your brow so sad this dayP
And your dark eye so dim '-
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'Oh belt not on your broadsword brightG
Oh leave your steed in the stallI
For I dreamt last night of a stubborn fightG
And I dreamt I saw you fall '-
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'On Yarrow's braes there will be strifeR
Yet I am safe from illS
And if I thought it would cost my lifeR
I must take this journey still '-
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He turned his charger to departG
In the misty morning airH
But he stood and pressed her to his heartG
And smoothed her glossy hairH
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And her red lips he fondly kissedG
Beside the castle doorT
And he rode away in the morning mistG
And he never saw her moreT
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PLATE IIIA
Heu deserta domusN
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She sits by the eastern casement nowU
And the sunlight enters thereH
And settles on her ivory browU
And gleams in her golden hairH
On the deerskin rug the staghound liesN
And dozes dreamilyS
And the quaint carved oak reflects the dyesN
Of the curtain's canopyF
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The lark has sprung from the new mown hayP
And the plover's note is shrillS
And the song of the mavis far awayP
Comes from the distant hillS
And in the wide courtyard belowS
She heard the horses neighR
The men at arms pass to and froS
The scraps of border layP
She heard each boisterous oath and jestG
The rough moss troopers madeG
Who scoured the rust from spur or crestG
Or polished bit or bladeG
They loved her well those rugged menV
How could they be so gayP
When he perchance in some lone glenV
Lay dying far awayP
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She was a fearless Border girlS
Who from her earliest daysN
Had seen the banners oft unfurlS
And the war beacons blazeN
Had seen her father's men march outG
Roused by the trumpet's callS
And heard the foeman's savage shoutG
Close to their fortress wallS
And when her kin were arming fastG
Had belted many a brandG
Why was her spirit now o'ercastG
Where was her self commandG
She strove to quell those childish fearsN
Unworthy of her nameJ
She dashed away the rising tearsN
And flushed with pride and shameJ
She rose and hurried down the stairH
The castle yard to roamW
And she met her elder sister thereH
Come from their father's homeW
'Sister I've ridden here aloneM
Your lord and you to greet '-
'Sister to Yarrow he has goneX
Our brother there to meetG
I dreamt last night of a stubborn frayP
Where I saw him fall and bleedG
And he rode away at break of dayP
With his broadsword and his steed '-
'Oh sister dear there will be strifeR
Our brother likes him illS
And one or both must forfeit lifeR
On Yarrow's lonely hill '-
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A stout moss trooper standing nearY
Spoke with a careless smileS
'Now have no fear for my master dearY
He may travel many a mileS
And those who ride on the Border sideG
Albeit they like him notG
They know his mettle has oft been triedG
Where blows were thick and hotG
He left command that none should goS
From hence till home he cameJ
But lady the truth you soon shall knowS
If you will bear the blameJ
Your palfrey fair I'll saddle with careH
Your sister shall ride the greyP
And I'll mount myself on the sorrel mareH
And to Yarrow we'll haste away '-
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The sun was low in the western skyA
And steep was the mountain trackZ
But they rode from the castle rapidlyF
Oh how will they travel backZ
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PLATE IVR
Gaudia certaminisN
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He came to the spot where his foe had agreedG
To meet him in Yarrow's dark gladeG
And there he drew rein amd dismounted his steedG
And fastened him under the shadeG
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Close by in the greenwood the ambush was setG
And scarce had he entered the glenV
When armed for the combat the brother he metG
And with him were eight of his menV
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'Now swear to relinquish all claim to our landG
Or to give as a hostage your brideG
Or fly if you're able or yield where you standG
Or die as your betters have died '-
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His doublet and hat on the greensward he threwD
He wrapt round the left arm his cloakA2
And out of its scabbard his broadsword he drewD
And stood with his back to an oakA2
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'My claim to your land I refuse to denyA
Nor will I restore you my brideG
Now will I surrender nor yet will I flyA
Come on and the steel shall decide '-
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Oh sudden and sure were the blows that he dealtG
Like lightning the sweep of his bladeG
Cut and thrust point and edge all around him they fellS
They fell one by one in the gladeG
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And pierced in the gullet their leader goes downB2
And sinks with a curse on the plainC2
And his squire falls dead cut through headpiece and crownB2
And his groom by a back stroke is slainC2
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Now five are stretched lifeless disabled are threeF
Hard pressed see the last caitiff reelS
The brother behind struggles up on one kneeF
And drives through his body the steelS
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PLATE VF
Non habeo mihi facta adhuc cur Herculis uxorF
Credar coniugii mors mihi pignus eritG
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The traitor's father heard the taleS
In haste he mounted thenV
And spurred his horse from Ettrick ValeS
To Yarrow's lonely glenV
Some troopers followed in his trackZ
For them he tarried notG
He neither halted nor looked backZ
Until he found the spotG
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The earth was trod and trampled bareF
And stained with dark red dewG
A broken blade lay here and thereF
A bonnet cut in twoG
And stretched in ghastly shapes aroundG
The lifeless corpses lieA
Some with their faces to the groundG
And some towards the skyA
And there the ancient Border chiefR
Stood silent and aloneM
Too stubborn to give way to griefR
Too stern remorse to ownM
A soldier in the midst of strifeR
Since he had first drawn breathD2
He'd grown to undervalue lifeR
And feel at home with deathD2
And yet he shuddered when he sawN
The work that had been doneE2
He knew his fearless son in lawN
He knew his dastard sonE2
Despite the failings of his raceN
A brave old man was heF
Who would not stoop to actions baseN
And hated treacheryF
He loved his younger daughter wellS
And though severe and rudeG
For her sake he had tried to quellS
That foolish Border feudG
Her brother all his schemes had marredG
And given his pledge the lieA
And sense of justice struggled hardG
With nature's stronger tieA
He knew his son had richly earnedG
The stroke that laid him lowS
Yet had not quite forgiveness learnedG
For him that dealt the blowS
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There came a tramp of horses' feetG
He raised his startled eyesN
And felt his pulses throb and beatG
With sorrow and surpriseN
He saw his daughter riding fastG
And from her steed she sprungF2
And on her lover's corpse she castG
Herself and round him clungF2
Her head she pillowed on his waistG
And all her clustering hairF
Hung down disordered by her hasteG
In silken masses thereF
Her sister and their sturdy guideG
Dismounted and drew nighA
The elder daughter stood asideG
Her tears feR

Adam Lindsay Gordon



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