Marmion: Canto 6 (excerpt) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Marmion: Canto 6 (excerpt) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower	A
To view afar the Scottish power	A
Encamp'd on Flodden edge	B
The white pavilions made a show	C
Like remnants of the winter snow	C
Along the dusky ridge	D
Long Marmion look'd at length his eye	E
Unusual movement might descry	A
Amid the shifting lines	F
The Scottish host drawn out appears	G
For flashing on the hedge of spears	G
The eastern sunbeam shines	F
Their front now deepening now extending	H
Their flank inclining wheeling bending	H
Now drawing back and now descending	H
The skilful Marmion well could know	C
They watch'd the motions of some foe	C
Who traversed on the plain below	C
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XIX	F
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Even so it was From Flodden ridge	D
The Scots beheld the English host	I
Leave Barmore wood their evening post	I
And heedful watch'd them as they cross'd	J
The Till by Twisel Bridge	D
High sight it is and haughty while	K
They dive into the deep defile	K
Beneath the cavern'd cliff they fall	K
Beneath the castle's airy wall	K
By rock by oak by hawthorn tree	A
Troop after troop are disappearing	H
Troop after troop their banners rearing	H
Upon the eastern bank you see	A
Still pouring down the rocky den	L
Where flows the sullen Till	K
And rising from the dim wood glen	L
Standards on standards men on men	L
In slow succession still	K
And sweeping o'er the Gothic arch	M
And pressing on in ceaseless march	M
To gain the opposing hill	K
That morn to many a trumpet clang	N
Twisel thy rock's deep echo rang	N
And many a chief of birth and rank	O
Saint Helen at thy fountain drank	O
Thy hawthorn glade which now we see	A
In spring tide bloom so lavishly	A
Had then from many an axe its doom	P
To give the marching columns room	P
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XX	A
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And why stands Scotland idly now	Q
Dark Flodden on thy airy brow	Q
Since England gains the pass the while	K
And struggles through the deep defile	K
What checks the fiery soul of James	A
Why sits that champion of the dames	A
Inactive on his steed	R
And sees between him and his land	S
Between him and Tweed's southern strand	S
His host Lord Surrey lead	T
What 'vails the vain knight errant's brand	S
O Douglas for thy leading wand	U
Fierce Randolph for thy speed	R
O for one hour of Wallace wight	V
Or well skill'd Bruce to rule the fight	V
And cry Saint Andrew and our right	V
Another sight had seen that morn	W
From Fate's dark book a leaf been torn	W
And Flodden had been Bannockbourne	W
The precious hour has pass'd in vain	W
And England's host has gain'd the plain	W
Wheeling their march and circling still	K
Around the base of Flodden hill	K
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XXI	A
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Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye	E
Fitz Eustace shouted loud and high	E
Hark hark my lord an English drum	X
And see ascending squadrons come	X
Between Tweed's river and the hill	K
Foot horse and cannon hap what hap	Y
My basnet to a prentice cap	Y
Lord Surrey's o'er the Till	K
Yet more yet more how far array'd	Z
They file from out the hawthorn shade	Z
And sweep so gallant by	E
With all their banners bravely spread	T
And all their armour flashing high	E
Saint George might waken from the dead	T
To see fair England's standards fly	E
Stint in thy prate quoth Blount thou'dst best	A2
And listen to our lord's behest	A2
With kindling brow Lord Marmion said	T
This instant be our band array'd	Z
The river must be quickly cross'd	J
That we may join Lord Surrey's host	I
If fight King James as well I trust	B2
That fight he will and fight he must	B2
The Lady Clare behind our lines	A
Shall tarry while the battle joins	A
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XXII	A
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Himself he swift on horseback threw	A
Scarce to the Abbot bade adieu	A
Far less would listen to his prayer	A
To leave behind the helpless Clare	A
Down to the Tweed his band he drew	A
And mutter'd as the flood they view	A
The pheasant in the falcon's claw	K
He scarce will yield to please a daw	K
Lord Angus may the Abbot awe	C2
So Clare shall bide with me	A
Then on that dangerous ford and deep	D2
Where to the Tweed Leat's eddies creep	D2
He ventured desperately	A
And not a moment will he bide	E2
Till squire or groom before him ride	E2
Headmost of all he stems the tide	E2
And stems it gallantly	A
Eustace held Clare upon her horse	A
Old Hubert led her rein	W
Stoutly they braved the current's course	A
And though far downward driven per force	A
The southern bank they gain	W
Behind them straggling came to shore	A
As best they might the train	W
Each o'er his head his yew bow bore	A
A caution not in vain	W
Deep need that day that every string	H
By wet unharm'd should sharply ring	H
A moment then Lord Marmion staid	Z
And breathed his steed his men array'd	Z
Then forward moved his band	S
Until Lord Surrey's rear guard won	W
He halted by a Cross of Stone	W
That on a hillock standing lone	W
Did all the field command	S
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XXIII	A
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Hence might they see the full array	A
Of either host for deadly fray	A
Their marshall'd lines stretch'd east and west	A2
And fronted north and south	F2
And distant salutation pass'd	G2
From the loud cannon mouth	F2
Not in the close successive rattle	K
That breathes the voice of modern battle	K
But slow and far between	W
The hillock gain'd Lord Marmion staid	Z
Here by this Cross he gently said	T
You well may view the scene	W
Here shalt thou tarry lovely Clare	A
O think of Marmion in thy prayer	A
Thou wilt not well no less my care	A
Shall watchful for thy weal prepare	A
You Blount and Eustace are her guard	H2
With ten pick'd archers of my train	W
With England if the day go hard	H2
To Berwick speed amain	W
But if we conquer cruel maid	Z
My spoils shall at your feet be laid	Z
When here we meet again	W
He waited not for answer there	A
And would not mark the maid's despair	A
Nor heed the discontented look	I2
From either squire but spurr'd amain	W
And dashing through the battle plain	W
His way to Surrey took	I2
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XXIV	A
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The good Lord Marmion by my life	A
Welcome to danger's hour	A
Short greeting serves in time of strife	A
Thus have I ranged my power	A
Myself will rule this central host	I
Stout Stanley fronts their right	V
My sons command the vaward post	I
With Brian Tunstall stainless knight	V
Lord Dacre with his horsemen light	V
Shall be in rear ward of the fight	V
And succour those that need it most	I
Now gallant Marmion well I know	W
Would gladly to the vanguard go	W
Edmund the Admiral Tunstall there	A
With thee their charge will blithely share	A
There fight thine own retainers too	A
Beneath De Burg thy steward true	A
Thanks noble Surrey Marmion said	T
Nor farther greeting there he paid	Z
But parting like a thunderbolt	J2
First in the vanguard made a halt	J2
Where such a shout there rose	A
Of Marmion Marmion that the cry	E
Up Flodden mountain shrilling high	E
Startled the Scottish foes	A
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XXV	E
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Blount and Fitz Eustace rested still	K
With Lady Clare upon the hill	K
On which for far the day was spent	K2
The western sunbeams now were bent	K2
The cry they heard its meaning knew	A
Could plain their distant comrades view	A
Sadly to Blount did Eustace say	A
Unworthy office here to stay	A
No hope of gilded spurs to day	A
But see look up on Flodden bent	K2
The Scottish foe has fired his tent	K2
And sudden as he spoke	L2
From the sharp ridges of the hill	K
All downward to the banks of Till	K
Was wreathed in sable smoke	L2
Volumed and fast and rolling far	A
The c	A