Marmion: Canto Iii. - The Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The livelong day Lord Marmion rode | B |
The mountain path the Palmer showed | B |
By glen and streamlet winded still | C |
Where stunted birches hid the rill | C |
They might not choose the lowland road | B |
For the Merse forayers were abroad | D |
Who fired with hate and thirst of prey | E |
Had scarcely failed to bar their way | E |
Oft on the trampling band from crown | F |
Of some tall cliff the deer looked down | F |
On wing of jet from his repose | G |
In the deep heath the blackcock rose | G |
Sprung from the gorse the timid roe | H |
Nor waited for the bending bow | I |
And when the stony path began | J |
By which the naked peak they wan | K |
Up flew the snowy ptarmigan | K |
The noon had long been passed before | L |
They gained the height of Lammermoor | L |
Thence winding down the northern way | E |
Before them at the close of day | E |
Old Gifford's towers and hamlet lay | E |
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II | A |
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No summons calls them to the tower | L |
To spend the hospitable hour | L |
To Scotland's camp the lord was gone | K |
His cautious dame in bower alone | K |
Dreaded her castle to unclose | G |
So late to unknown friends or foes | G |
On through the hamlet as they paced | M |
Before a porch whose front was graced | M |
With bush and flagon trimly placed | M |
Lord Marmion drew his rein | K |
The village inn seemed large though rude | N |
Its cheerful fire and hearty food | N |
Might well relieve his train | K |
Down from their seats the horsemen sprung | O |
With jingling spurs the courtyard rung | O |
They bind their horses to the stall | P |
For forage food and firing call | P |
And various clamour fills the hall | P |
Weighing the labour with the cost | Q |
Toils everywhere the bustling host | R |
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III | A |
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Soon by the chimney's merry blaze | G |
Through the rude hostel might you gaze | G |
Might see where in dark nook aloof | S |
The rafters of the sooty roof | S |
Bore wealth of winter cheer | L |
Of sea fowl dried and solands store | L |
And gammons of the tusky boar | L |
And savoury haunch of deer | L |
The chimney arch projected wide | T |
Above around it and beside | T |
Were tools for housewives' hand | U |
Nor wanted in that martial day | E |
The implements of Scottish fray | E |
The buckler lance and brand | U |
Beneath its shade the place of state | V |
On oaken settle Marmion sate | V |
And viewed around the blazing hearth | W |
His followers mix in noisy mirth | X |
Whom with brown ale in jolly tide | T |
From ancient vessels ranged aside | T |
Full actively their host supplied | T |
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IV | S |
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Theirs was the glee of martial breast | Y |
And laughter theirs at little jest | Y |
And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aid | Z |
And mingle in the mirth they made | Z |
For though with men of high degree | L |
The proudest of the proud was he | L |
Yet trained in camps he knew the art | A2 |
To win the soldier's hardy heart | A2 |
They love a captain to obey | E |
Boisterous as March yet fresh as May | E |
With open hand and brow as free | L |
Lover of wine and minstrelsy | G |
Ever the first to scale a tower | L |
As venturous in a lady's bower | L |
Such buxom chief shall lead his host | R |
From India's fires to Zembla's frost | B2 |
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V | L |
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Resting upon his pilgrim staff | S |
Right opposite the Palmer stood | C2 |
His thin dark visage seen but half | S |
Half hidden by his hood | C2 |
Still fixed on Marmion was his look | D2 |
Which he who ill such gaze could brook | D2 |
Strove by a frown to quell | E2 |
But not for that though more than once | G |
Full met their stern encountering glance | G |
The Palmer's visage fell | E2 |
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VI | S |
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By fits less frequent from the crowd | F2 |
Was heard the burst of laughter loud | F2 |
For still as squire and archer stared | G2 |
On that dark face and matted beard | H2 |
Their glee and game declined | I2 |
All gazed at length in silence drear | L |
Unbroke save when in comrade's ear | L |
Some yeoman wondering in his fear | L |
Thus whispered forth his mind | I2 |
'Saint Mary saw'st thou e'er such sight | J2 |
How pale his cheek his eye how bright | J2 |
Whene'er the firebrand's fickle light | J2 |
Glances beneath his cowl | K2 |
Full on our lord he sets his eye | S |
For his best palfrey would not I | S |
Endure that sullen scowl ' | - |
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VII | S |
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But Marmion as to chase the awe | L2 |
Which thus had quelled their hearts who saw | G |
The ever varying firelight show | H |
That figure stern and face of woe | H |
Now called upon a squire | L |
'Fitz Eustace know'st thou not some lay | E |
To speed the lingering night away | E |
We slumber by the fire ' | - |
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VIII | S |
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'So please you ' thus the youth rejoined | M2 |
'Our choicest minstrel's left behind | I2 |
Ill may we hope to please your ear | L |
Accustomed Constant's strains to hear | L |
The harp full deftly can he strike | N2 |
And wake the lover's lute alike | N2 |
To dear Saint Valentine no thrush | O2 |
Sings livelier from a spring tide bush | P2 |
No nightingale her lovelorn tune | K |
More sweetly warbles to the moon | K |
Woe to the cause whate'er it be | L |
Detains from us his melody | L |
Lavished on rocks and billows stern | K |
Or duller monks of Lindisfarne | K |
Now must I venture as I may | E |
To sing his favourite roundelay ' | - |
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IX | G |
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A mellow voice Fitz Eustace had | Q2 |
The air he chose was wild and sad | Q2 |
Such have I heard in Scottish land | U |
Rise from the busy harvest band | U |
When falls before the mountaineer | L |
On Lowland plains the ripened ear | L |
Now one shrill voice the notes prolong | R2 |
Now a wild chorus swells the song | R2 |
Oft have I listened and stood still | C |
As it came softened up the hill | C |
And deemed it the lament of men | K |
Who languished for their native glen | K |
And thought how sad would be such sound | S2 |
On Susquehana's swampy ground | S2 |
Kentucky's wood encumbered brake | T2 |
Or wild Ontario's boundless lake | T2 |
Where heart sick exiles in the strain | K |
Recalled fair Scotland's hills again | K |
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X | G |
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SONG | R2 |
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Where shall the lover rest | Y |
Whom the fates sever | L |
From his true maiden's breast | Y |
Parted for ever | L |
Where through groves deep and high | S |
Sounds the far billow | H |
Where early violets die | S |
Under the willow | H |
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CHORUS | G |
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Eleu loro c Soft shall be his pillow | H |
There through the summer day | E |
Cool streams are laving | R2 |
There while the tempests sway | E |
Scarce are boughs waving | R2 |
There thy rest shalt thou take | R2 |
Parted for ever | L |
Never again to wake | R2 |
Never oh never | L |
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CHORUS | G |
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Eleu loro c Never oh never | L |
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XI | G |
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Where shall the traitor rest | Y |
He the deceiver | L |
Who could win maiden's breast | Y |
Ruin and leave her | L |
In the lost battle | U2 |
Borne down by the flying | R2 |
Where mingles war's rattle | U2 |
With groans of the dying | R2 |
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CHORUS | G |
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Eleu loro c There shall he be lying | R2 |
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Her wing shall the eagle flap | V2 |
O'er the false hearted | W2 |
His warm blood the wolf shall lap | V2 |
Ere life be parted | W2 |
Shame and dishonour sit | X2 |
By his grave ever | L |
Blessing shall hallow it | X2 |
Never oh never | L |
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CHORUS | G |
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Eleu loro c Never oh never | L |
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XII | G |
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It ceased the melancholy sound | S2 |
And silence sunk on all around | S2 |
The air was sad but sadder still | C |
It fell on Marmion's ear | L |
And plained as if disgrace and ill | C |
And shameful death were near | L |
He drew his mantle past his face | G |
Between it and the band | U |
And rested with his head a space | G |
Reclining on his hand | U |
His thoughts I scan not but I ween | K |
That could their import have been seen | K |
The meanest groom in all the hall | P |
That e'er tied courser to a stall | P |
Would scarce have wished to be their prey | L |
For Lutterward and Fontenaye | S |
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XIII | G |
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High minds of native pride and force | G |
Most deeply feel thy pangs Remorse | G |
Fear for their scourge mean villains have | S |
Thou art the torturer of the brave | S |
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel | Y2 |
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel | Y2 |
Even while they writhe beneath the smart | A2 |
Of civil conflict in the heart | A2 |
For soon Lord Marmion raised his head | Z2 |
And smiling to Fitz Eustace said | Z2 |
'Is it not strange that as ye sung | R2 |
Seemed in mine ear a death peal rung | R2 |
Such as in nunneries they toll | A3 |
For some departing sister's soul | A3 |
Say what may this portend ' | - |
Then first the Palmer silence broke | R2 |
The livelong day he had not spoke | R2 |
'The death of a dear friend ' | - |
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XIV | S |
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Marmion whose steady heart and eye | S |
Ne'er changed in worst extremity | G |
Marmion whose soul could scantly brook | R2 |
Even from his king a haughty look | R2 |
Whose accent of command controlled | B3 |
In camps the boldest of the bold | B3 |
Thought look and utterance failed him now | K |
Fall'n was his glance and | C3 |
Sir Walter Scott
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