The Rock Of The Betrayed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCA EFB A GHIHJ KLMLL NOJOJ PQRQJ STUTJ JVJVQ WXYXQ UZLZL A2BB2BL C2LD2LL LE2UF2J G2LH2LJ I2OJ2 J K2I2L2 J H2LLLJ LNTNL M2JN2JL LHO2 L P2Q2ZQ2L LOLOL R2S2R2S2J O2T2BT2J U2LLLJ LZB J LV2O J YW2O L X2Y2Y L XLZ2LL W2Z2OZ2L CZ2OZ2L A3B3W2C3J UZ2LZ2J D3JLJJ E3OOOJ Z2W2O2W2J JF3JF3L G3Z2Z2Z2F3 OOJOF3 LV2Z2V2F3 H3Z2R2 F3 LJLJJ LC2O

IA
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IT was a Highland chieftain's sonB
Gazed sadly from the hillC
And they saw him shrink from the autumn windD
As its blast came keen and chillC
IIA
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His stately mother saw and spokeE
With the heartless voice of prideF
''T is well I have a stouter sonB
The border wars to ride '-
IIIA
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His jealous brother saw and stoodG
Red hair'd and fierce and tallH
Muttering low words of fiendish hopeI
To be the lord of allH
IVJ
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But sickly Allan heard them notK
As he look'd o'er land and leaL
He was thinking of the sunny climesM
That lie beyond the seaL
VL
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He was thinking of the native landN
Whose breeze he could not bearO
Whose wild free beauty he must leaveJ
To breathe a warmer airO
VIJ
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He was dreaming of his childhood's hauntsP
And his grey hair'd father's praiseQ
And the chance of death which hung so nearR
And darken'd his young daysQ
VIIJ
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So he turn'd and bade them both farewellS
With a calm and mournful smileT
And he spoke of dwelling far awayU
But only for a whileT
VIIIJ
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And if a pang of bitter griefJ
Shot wildly through his heartV
No man heard Allan Douglas sighJ
Nor saw the tear drop startV
IXQ
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For he left in Scotland none who caredW
If e'er he should returnX
In castle hall or cottage lowY
By river or by burnX
XQ
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Only upon the heather braeU
His quivering lip he press'dZ
And clasp'd the senseless birchen treeL
And strain'd it to his breastZ
XIL
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Because the human heart is fullA2
Of love that must be givenB
However check'd estranged and chill'dB2
To something under HeavenB
XIIL
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And these things had been friends to himC2
Thro' a life of lonely hoursL
The blue lake and the waving birchD2
And the low broom's scented flowersL
XIIIL
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Twice had the snow been on the hillsL
And twice the soft spring rainE2
When Allan Douglas bent his wayU
To his native land againF2
XIVJ
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More healthful glow'd his hollow cheekG2
His step was firm and freeL
And he brought a fair Italian girlH2
His bonny bride to beL
XVJ
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But darkly sneer'd his brother coldI2
When he saw that maiden fairO
'Is a foreign minion come to wedJ2
The Highland chieftain's heir '-
XVIJ
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And darkly gloom'd the mother's browK2
As she said 'Am I so oldI2
That a stranger must so soon come hereL2
The castle keys to hold '-
XVIIJ
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Then spoke the young Italian girlH2
With a sweet and modest graceL
As she lifted upi her soft black eyesL
And look'd them in the faceL
XVIIIJ
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'A stranger and an orphan comesL
To Allan's native landN
And she needs the mother's welcome smileT
And the brother's friendly handN
XIXL
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'Be thine oh stately lady thineM2
The rule that thou dost craveJ
For Allan's love is all I earn'dN2
And all I seek to haveJ
XXL
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'And trust me brother tho' my wordsL
In foreign accents fallH
The heart is of no country bornO2
And my heart will love you all '-
XXIL
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But vain the music of her tongueP2
Against the hate they boreQ2
And when a babe her love had bless'dZ
They hated her the moreQ2
XXIIL
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They hated her the more becauseL
That babe must be the heirO
And his dark and lovely eyes at timesL
His mother's look would wearO
XXIIIL
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But lo the keen cold winter cameR2
With many a bitter blastS2
It pierced thro' sickly Allan's frameR2
He droop'd and died at lastS2
XXIVJ
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Oh mournfully at early mornO2
That young wife sat and weptT2
And mournfully when day was doneB
To her widow'd couch she creptT2
XXVJ
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And mournfully at noon she rock'dU2
The baby on her kneeL
'There is no pity in their heartsL
My child for thee and meL
XXVIJ
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'There was no pity in their heartsL
For him who is at restZ
How should they feel for his young sonB
Who slumbers at my breast '-
XXVIIJ
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The red hair'd brother saw her tearsL
And said 'Nay cease thy moanV2
Come forth into the morning airO
And weep no more alone '-
XXVIIIJ
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The proud stepmother chid her woeY
'Even for thy infant's sakeW2
Go forth into the morning airO
And sail upon the lake '-
XXIXL
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There seem'd some feeling for her stateX2
Their words were fair and mildY2
Yet she shudder'd as she whisper'd lowY
'God shield me and my child '-
XXXL
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'Come ' said dead Allan's brother sternX
'Why dost thou tremble soL
'Come ' and with doubt and fear perplex'dZ2
The lady rose to goL
XXXIL
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They glided over the glassy lakeW2
'Till its lulling murmur smoteZ2
With a death like omen to and fro'O
Against the heaving boatZ2
XXXIIL
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And no one spoke that brother stillC
His face averted keptZ2
And the lady's tears fell fast and freeO
O'er her infant as it sleptZ2
XXXIIIL
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The cold faint evening breeze sprang upA3
And found them floating onB3
They glided o'er the glassy lakeW2
Till the day's last streak was goneC3
XXXIVJ
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Till the day's last streak had died awayU
From the chill and purple strandZ2
And a mist was on the water's faceL
And a damp dew on the landZ2
XXXVJ
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Till you could not trace the living hueD3
Of lip or cheek or eyeJ
But the outline of each countenanceL
Drawn dark against the skyJ
XXXVIJ
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And all things had a ghastly lookE3
An aspect strange and drearO
The lady look'd to the distant shoreO
And her heart beat wild with fearO
XXXVIIJ
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There is a rock whose jutting heightZ2
Stands frowning o'er that lakeW2
Where the faintest call of the bugle hornO2
The echo's voice will wakeW2
XXXVIIIJ
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And there the water lifts no waveJ
To the breeze so fresh and coolF3
But lies within the dark rock's curveJ
Like a black and gloomy poolF3
XXXIXL
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Its depth is great a stone thrown inG3
Hath a dull descending soundZ2
The plummet hath not there been castZ2
Which resting place hath foundZ2
XLF3
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And scatter'd firs and birch trees growO
On the summit here and thereO
Lonely and joylessly they waveJ
Like an old man's thin grey hairO
XLIF3
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But not to nature's hand it owesL
Its mournfulness aloneV2
For vague tradition gives the spotZ2
A horror of its ownV2
XLIIF3
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The boatman doffs his cap beneathH3
Its dark o'er hanging shadeZ2
And whispers low its Gaelic nameR2
'THE ROCK OF THF BETRAY'D '-
XLIIIF3
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And when the wind which never curlsL
That pool goes sweeping byJ
Bending the firs and birchen treesL
With a low and moaning sighJ
XLIVJ
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He'll tell you that the sound which comesL
So strange and faint and dimC2
Is only heard at one set hourO
And call'd 'THE LADY'S HYMN '-

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton



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