The Child Of The Islands - Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Child Of The Islands - Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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BROWN Autumn cometh with her liberal hand	B
Binding the Harvest in a thousand sheaves	C
A yellow glory brightens o'er the land	B
Shines on thatched corners and low cottage eaves	C
And gilds with cheerful light the fading leaves	C
Beautiful even here on hill and dale	D
More lovely yet where Scotland's soil receives	C
The varied rays her wooded mountains hail	D
With hues to which our faint and soberer tints are pale	D
II	A
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For there the Scarlet Rowan seems to mock	E
The red sea coral berries leaves and all	F
Light swinging from the moist green shining rock	E
Which beds the foaming torrent's turbid fall	F
And there the purple cedar grandly tall	F
Lifts its crowned head and sun illumined stem	G
And larch soft drooping like a maiden's pall	H
Bends o'er the lake that seems a sapphire gem	G
Dropt from the hoary hill's gigantic diadem	G
III	A
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And far and wide the glorious heather blooms	I
Its regal mantle o'er the mountains spread	J
Wooing the bee with honey sweet perfumes	I
By many a viewless wild flower richly shed	J
Up springing 'neath the glad exulting tread	J
Of eager climbers light of heart and limb	K
Or yielding soft a fresh elastic bed	J
When evening shadows gather faint and dim	K
And sun forsaken crags grow old and gaunt and grim	K
IV	L
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Oh Land first seen when Life lay all unknown	M
Like an unvisited country o'er the wave	L
Which now my travelled heart looks back upon	N
Marking each sunny path each gloomy cave	L
With here a memory and there a grave	L
Land of romance and beauty noble land	B
Of Bruce and Wallace land where vainly brave	L
Ill fated Stuart made his final stand	B
Ere yet the shivered sword fell hopeless from his hand	B
V	L
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I love you I remember you though years	O
Have fleeted o'er the hills my spirit knew	P
Whose wild uncultured heights the plough forbears	O
Whose broomy hollows glisten in the dew	P
Still shines the calm light with as rich a hue	P
Along the wooded valleys stretched below	Q
Still gleams my lone lake's unforgotten blue	P
Oh land although unseen how well I know	Q
The glory of your face in this autumnal glow	Q
VI	L
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I know your deep glens where the eagles cry	L
I know the freshness of your mountain breeze	O
Your brooklets gurgling downward ceaselessly	L
The singing of your birds among the trees	O
Mingling confused a thousand melodies	O
I know the lone rest of your birchen bowers	O
Where the soft murmur of the working bees	O
Goes droning past with scent of heather flowers	O
And lulls the heart to dream even in its waking hours	O
VII	L
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I know the grey stones in the rocky glen	R
Where the wild red deer gather one by one	S
And listen startled to the tread of men	R
Which the betraying breeze hath backward blown	M
So with such dark majestic eyes where shone	M
Less terror than amazement nobly came	T
Peruvia's Incas when through lands unknown	M
The cruel conqueror with the blood stained name	T
Swept with pursuing sword and desolating flame	T
VIII	L
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So taken so pursued so tracked to death	U
The wild free monarch of the hills shall be	L
By cunning men who creep with stifled breath	U
O'er crag and heather tuft on bended knee	L
Down crouching with most thievish treachery	L
Climbing again with limbs o'erspent and tired	V
Watching for that their failing eyes scarce see	L
The moment long delayed and long desired	V
When the quick rifle shot in triumph shall be fired	V
IX	L
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Look look what portent riseth on the sky	L
The glory of his great betraying horns	L
Wide spreading many branched and nobly high	L
Such spoil the chieftain's hall with pride adorns	L
Oh Forest King the fair succeeding morns	L
That brighten o'er those hills shall miss your crest	W
From their sun lighted peaks He's hit but scorn	X
To die without a struggle sore distrest	W
He flies while daylight fades receding in the West	W
X	L
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Ben Doran glows like iron in the forge	Y
Then to cold purple turns then gloomy grey	Z
And down the ravine pass and mountain gorge	Y
Scarce glimmers now the faintest light of day	Z
The moonbeams on the trembling waters play	Z
Though still the sky is flecked with bars of gold	W
And there the noble creature stands at bay	Z
His strained limbs shivering with a sense of cold	W
While weakness films the eye that shone so wildly bold	W
XI	L
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His fair majestic head bows low at length	A2
And leaping at his torn and bleeding side	W
The fierce dogs pin him down with grappling strength	A2
While eager men come on with rapid stride	W
And cheer exulting in his baffled pride	W
Now from its sheath drawn forth the gleaming knife	L
Stabs his broad throat the gaping wound yawns wide	W
One gurgling groan the last deep sigh of life	L
Wells with his gushing blood and closed is all the strife	L
XII	L
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'Tis done The hunted animal Despair	B2
That hoped and feared no future state is past	W
O'er the stiff nostril blows the evening air	B2
O'er the glazed eye real darkness gathers fast	W
Into a car the heavy corse is cast	W
And homeward the belated hunter hies	L
Eager to boast of his success at last	W
And shew the beauty of his antlered prize	L
To Her he loves the best the maid with gentle eyes	L
XIII	L
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And she whose tender heart would beat and shrink	C2
At the loud yelping of a punished hound	W
With rosy lips and playful smile shall drink	C2
The Highland health to him that circles round	W
And where the creature lies with crimson wound	W
And cold stark limbs and purple eyes half closed	W
There shall her gentle feet at morn be found	W
Of such strange mixtures is the heart composed	W
So natural soft so hard by cunning CUSTOM glozed	W
XIV	L
	-
But lo the Sabbath rises o'er those hills	L
And gathering fast from many a distant home	D2
By wild romantic paths and shallow rills	L
The Highland groups to distant worship come	E2
Lightly their footsteps climb inured to roam	D2
Miles through the trackless heather day by day	W
Lasses with feet as white as driven foam	D2
And lads whose various tartans brightly gay	W
With shifting colour deck the winding mountain way	W
XV	L
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And some with folded hands and looks demure	F2
Are nathless stealing lingering looks behind	W
Their young hearts not less reverently pure	F2
Because they hope to welcome accents kind	W
And in that Sabbath crowd the Loved to find	W
And children glancing with their innocent eyes	L
At every flower that quivers in the wind	W
And grey haired shepherds calm and old and wise	L
With peasant wisdom drawn from gazing on the skies	L
XVI	L
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And Auld Wives who with Sabbath care have donned	W
Their snowy mutches clean and fresh and white	W
And pious eyes that well The BOOK have conned	W
And snooded heads bound round with ribands bright	W
And last an old man's grandchild treading light	W
By his blind footsteps or a Mother mild	W
Whose shadowy lashes veil her downcast sight	W
Bearing along her lately christened child	W
And still by friendly talk their journey is beguiled	W
XVII	L
	-
Oh Scotland Scotland in these later days	L
How hath thy decent worship been disgraced	W
Where on your Sabbath hills for prayer and praise	L
Solemn the feet of reverend elders paced	W
With what wild brawling with what ruffian haste	W
Gathering to brandish Discord's fatal torch	G2
Have men your sacred altar grounds defaced	W
Mocking with howling fury at the porch	G2
The ever listening God in his own holy Church	H2
XVIII	L
	-
The Taught would choose their Teacher be it so	L
Doubtless his lessons they will humbly learn	I2
Bowing the meek heart reverently low	L
Who first claim right to choose him or to spurn	I2
Drop sentences of suffrage in the urn	I2
And ballot for that Minister of God	W
Whose sacred mission is to bid them turn	I2
Obedient eyes toward the chastening rod	W
And walk the narrow path by humbler Christians trod	W
XIX	L
	-
Choose since your forms permit that choice to be	L
But choose in	J2