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Cadyow Castle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Addressed to the Right Hon Lady Anne Hamilton	A
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When princely Hamilton's abode	B
Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers	C
The song went round the goblet flow'd	B
And revel sped the laughing hours	C
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Then thrilling to the harp's gay sound	D
So sweetly rung each vaulted wall	E
And echoed light the dancer's bound	D
As mirth and music cheer'd the hall	E
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But Cadyow's towers in ruins laid	F
And vaults by ivy mantled o'er	G
And echoed light the dancer's bound	D
As mirth and music cheer'd the hall	E
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Yet still of Cadyow's faded fame	H
You bid me tell a minstrel tale	I
And tune my harp of Border frame	H
On the wild banks of Evandale	I
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For thou from scenes of courtly pride	J
From pleasure's lighter scenes canst turn	K
To draw oblivion's pall aside	J
And mark the long forgotten urn	K
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Then noble maid at thy command	L
Again the crumbled halls shall rise	M
Lo as on Evan's banks we stand	L
The past returns the present flies	M
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Where with the rock's wood cover'd side	J
Were blended late the ruins green	N
Rise turrets in fantastic pride	J
And feudal banners flaunt between	N
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Where the rude torrent's brawling course	O
Was shagg'd with thorn and tangling sloe	I
The ashler buttress braves its force	O
And ramparts frown in battled row	I
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'Tis night the shade of keep and spire	P
Obscurely dance on Evan's stream	Q
And on the wave the warder's fire	G
Is chequering the moonlight beam	Q
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Fades slow their light the east is grey	R
The weary warder leaves his tower	G
Steeds snort uncoupled stag hounds bay	R
And merry hunters quit the bower	G
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The drawbridge falls they hurry out	S
Clatters each plank and swinging chain	T
As dashing o'er the jovial rout	S
Urge the shy steed and slack the rein	T
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First of his troop the Chief rode on	U
His shouting merry men throng behind	V
The steed of princely Hamilton	A
Was fleeter than the mountain wind	V
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From the thick copse the roebucks bound	D
The startled red deer scuds the plain	T
For the hoarse bugle's warrior sound	D
Has roused their mountain haunts again	W
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Through the huge oaks of Evandale	I
Whose limbs a thousand years have worn	X
What sullen roar comes down the gale	I
And drowns the hunter's pealing horn	X
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Mightiest of all the beasts of chase	Y
That roam in woody Caledon	X
Crashing the forest in his race	Y
The Mountain Bull comes thundering on	X
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Fierce on the hunter's quiver'd band	L
He rolls his eyes of swarthy glow	I
Spurns with black hoof and horn the sand	L
And tosses high his mane of snow	I
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Aim'd well the Chieftain's lance has flown	X
Struggling in blood the savage lies	M
His roar is sunk in hollow groan	X
Sound merry huntsmen sound the	Z
pryse	M
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'Tis noon against the knotted oak	A2
The hunters rest the idle spear	B2
Curls through the trees the slender smoke	A2
Where yeoman dight the woodland cheer	B2
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Proudly the Chieftain mark'd his clan	X
On greenwood lap all careless thrown	X
Yet miss'd his eye the boldest man	X
That bore the name of Hamilton	X
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'Why fills not Bothwellhaugh his place	M
Still wont our weal and woe to share	C2
Why comes he not our sport to grace	M
Why shares he not our hunter's fare '	-
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Stern Claud replied with darkening face	M
Grey Paisley's haughty lord was he	D2
'At merry feast or buxom chase	M
No more the warrior wilt thou see	D2
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'Few suns have set since Woodhouselee	I
Saw Bothwellhaugh's bright goblets foam	E2
When to his hearths in social glee	I
The war worn soldier turn'd him home	E2
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'There wan from her maternal throes	M
His Margaret beautiful and mild	F2
Sate in her bower a pallid rose	M
And peaceful nursed her new born child	F2
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'O change accursed past are those days	M
False Murray's ruthless spoilers came	H
And for the hearth's domestic blaze	M
Ascends destruction's volumed flame	H
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'What sheeted phantom wanders wild	F2
Where mountain Eske through woodland flows	M
Her arms enfold a shadowy child	F2
Oh is it she the pallid rose	M
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'The wilder'd traveller sees her glide	J
And hears her feeble voice with awe	G2
'Revenge ' she cries 'on Murray's pride	J
And woe for injured Bothwellhaugh ''	-
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He ceased and cries of rage and grief	H2
Burst mingling from the kindred band	L
And half arose the kindling Chief	H2
And half unsheathed his Arran brand	L
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But who o'er bush o'er stream and rock	I2
Rides headlong with resistless speed	J2
Whose bloody poniard's frantic stroke	A2
Drives to the leap his jaded steed	J2
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Whose cheek is pale whose eyeballs glare	C2
As one some vision'd sight that saw	M
Whose hands are bloody loose his hair	C2
'Tis he 'tis Bothwellhaugh	D2
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From gory selle and reeling steed	J2
Sprung the fierce horseman with a bound	D
And reeking from the recent deed	J2
He dash'd his carbine on the ground	D
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Sternly he spoke ''Tis sweet to hear	K2
In good greenwood the bugle blown	X
But sweeter to Revenge's ear	K2
To drink a tyrant's dying groan	X
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'Your slaughter'd quarry proudly trode	D
At dawning morn o'er dale and down	X
But prouder base born Murray rode	D
Through old Linlithgow's crowded town	X
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'From the wild Border's humbled side	D
In haughty triumph marched he	D2
While Knox relax'd his bigot pride	D
And smiled the traitorous pomp to see	D2
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'But can stern Power with all his vaunt	D
Or Pomp with all her courtly glare	C2
The settled heart of Vengeance daunt	D
Or change the purpose of Despair	C2
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'With hackbut bent my secret stand	D
Dark as the purposed deed I chose	M
And mark'd where mingling in his band	D
Troop'd Scottish pikes and English bows	M
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'Dark Morton girt with many a spear	B2
Murder's foul minion led the van	X
And clash'd their broadswords in the rear	B2
The wild Macfarlanes' plaided clan	X
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'Glencairn and stout Parkhead were nigh	L2
Obsequious at their Regent's rein	X
And haggard Lindesay's iron eye	L2
That saw fair Mary weep in vain	X
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''Mid pennon'd spears a steely grove	M2
Proud Murray's plumage floated high	L2
Scarce could his trampling charger move	N2
So close the minions crowded nigh	L2
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'From the raised vizor's shade his eye	L2
Dark rolling glanced the ranks along	O2
And his steel truncheon waved on high	L2
Seem'd marshalling the iron throng	O2
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'But yet his sadden'd brow confess'd	D
A passing shade of doubt and awe	G2
Some fiend was whispering in his breast	D
'Beware of injured Bothwellhaugh '	-
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'The death shot parts the charger springs	M
Wild rises tumult's startling roar	P2
And Murray's plumy helmet rings	M
Rings on the ground to rise no more	P2
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'What joy the raptured youth can fell	I
To hear her love the loved one tell	I
Or he who broaches on his steel	I
The wolf by whom his infant fell	I
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'But dearer to my injured eye	L2
To see in dust proud Murray roll	I
And mine was ten times trebled joy	Q2
To hear him groan his felon soul	I
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'My Margaret's spectre glided near	B2
With pride her bleeding victim saw	M
And shriek'd in his death deafen'd ear	K2
'Remember injured Bothwellhaugh '	-
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'Then speed thee noble Chatlerault	D
Spread to the wind thy banner'd tree	D2
Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bow	R2
Murray is fall'n and Scotland free '	-
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Vaults every warrior to his steed	D
Loud bugles join their wild acclaim	H
'Murray is fall'n and Scotland freed	D
Couch Arran couch thy spear of flame '	-
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But see the minstrel vision fails	M
The glimmering spears are seen no more	P2
The shouts of war die on the gales	M
Or sink in Evan's lonely roar	P2
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For the loud bugle pealing high	L2
The blackbird whistles down the vale	I
And sunk in ivied ruins lie	L2
The banner'd towers of Evandale	L2
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For Chiefs intent on bloody deed	D
And Vengeance shouting o'er the slain	X
Lo high born Beauty rules the steed	D
Or graceful guides the silken rein	X
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And long may Peace and Pleasure own	X
The maids who list the minstrel's tale	L2
Nor e'er a ruder guest be known	X
On the fair banks of Evandale	L2