Marmion: Canto Iii. - The Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The livelong day Lord Marmion rodeB
The mountain path the Palmer showedB
By glen and streamlet winded stillC
Where stunted birches hid the rillC
They might not choose the lowland roadB
For the Merse forayers were abroadD
Who fired with hate and thirst of preyE
Had scarcely failed to bar their wayE
Oft on the trampling band from crownF
Of some tall cliff the deer looked downF
On wing of jet from his reposeG
In the deep heath the blackcock roseG
Sprung from the gorse the timid roeH
Nor waited for the bending bowI
And when the stony path beganJ
By which the naked peak they wanK
Up flew the snowy ptarmiganK
The noon had long been passed beforeL
They gained the height of LammermoorL
Thence winding down the northern wayE
Before them at the close of dayE
Old Gifford's towers and hamlet layE
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No summons calls them to the towerL
To spend the hospitable hourL
To Scotland's camp the lord was goneK
His cautious dame in bower aloneK
Dreaded her castle to uncloseG
So late to unknown friends or foesG
On through the hamlet as they pacedM
Before a porch whose front was gracedM
With bush and flagon trimly placedM
Lord Marmion drew his reinK
The village inn seemed large though rudeN
Its cheerful fire and hearty foodN
Might well relieve his trainK
Down from their seats the horsemen sprungO
With jingling spurs the courtyard rungO
They bind their horses to the stallP
For forage food and firing callP
And various clamour fills the hallP
Weighing the labour with the costQ
Toils everywhere the bustling hostR
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Soon by the chimney's merry blazeG
Through the rude hostel might you gazeG
Might see where in dark nook aloofS
The rafters of the sooty roofS
Bore wealth of winter cheerL
Of sea fowl dried and solands storeL
And gammons of the tusky boarL
And savoury haunch of deerL
The chimney arch projected wideT
Above around it and besideT
Were tools for housewives' handU
Nor wanted in that martial dayE
The implements of Scottish frayE
The buckler lance and brandU
Beneath its shade the place of stateV
On oaken settle Marmion sateV
And viewed around the blazing hearthW
His followers mix in noisy mirthX
Whom with brown ale in jolly tideT
From ancient vessels ranged asideT
Full actively their host suppliedT
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Theirs was the glee of martial breastY
And laughter theirs at little jestY
And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aidZ
And mingle in the mirth they madeZ
For though with men of high degreeL
The proudest of the proud was heL
Yet trained in camps he knew the artA2
To win the soldier's hardy heartA2
They love a captain to obeyE
Boisterous as March yet fresh as MayE
With open hand and brow as freeL
Lover of wine and minstrelsyG
Ever the first to scale a towerL
As venturous in a lady's bowerL
Such buxom chief shall lead his hostR
From India's fires to Zembla's frostB2
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Resting upon his pilgrim staffS
Right opposite the Palmer stoodC2
His thin dark visage seen but halfS
Half hidden by his hoodC2
Still fixed on Marmion was his lookD2
Which he who ill such gaze could brookD2
Strove by a frown to quellE2
But not for that though more than onceG
Full met their stern encountering glanceG
The Palmer's visage fellE2
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By fits less frequent from the crowdF2
Was heard the burst of laughter loudF2
For still as squire and archer staredG2
On that dark face and matted beardH2
Their glee and game declinedI2
All gazed at length in silence drearL
Unbroke save when in comrade's earL
Some yeoman wondering in his fearL
Thus whispered forth his mindI2
'Saint Mary saw'st thou e'er such sightJ2
How pale his cheek his eye how brightJ2
Whene'er the firebrand's fickle lightJ2
Glances beneath his cowlK2
Full on our lord he sets his eyeS
For his best palfrey would not IS
Endure that sullen scowl '-
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But Marmion as to chase the aweL2
Which thus had quelled their hearts who sawG
The ever varying firelight showH
That figure stern and face of woeH
Now called upon a squireL
'Fitz Eustace know'st thou not some layE
To speed the lingering night awayE
We slumber by the fire '-
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'So please you ' thus the youth rejoinedM2
'Our choicest minstrel's left behindI2
Ill may we hope to please your earL
Accustomed Constant's strains to hearL
The harp full deftly can he strikeN2
And wake the lover's lute alikeN2
To dear Saint Valentine no thrushO2
Sings livelier from a spring tide bushP2
No nightingale her lovelorn tuneK
More sweetly warbles to the moonK
Woe to the cause whate'er it beL
Detains from us his melodyL
Lavished on rocks and billows sternK
Or duller monks of LindisfarneK
Now must I venture as I mayE
To sing his favourite roundelay '-
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A mellow voice Fitz Eustace hadQ2
The air he chose was wild and sadQ2
Such have I heard in Scottish landU
Rise from the busy harvest bandU
When falls before the mountaineerL
On Lowland plains the ripened earL
Now one shrill voice the notes prolongR2
Now a wild chorus swells the songR2
Oft have I listened and stood stillC
As it came softened up the hillC
And deemed it the lament of menK
Who languished for their native glenK
And thought how sad would be such soundS2
On Susquehana's swampy groundS2
Kentucky's wood encumbered brakeT2
Or wild Ontario's boundless lakeT2
Where heart sick exiles in the strainK
Recalled fair Scotland's hills againK
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Where shall the lover restY
Whom the fates severL
From his true maiden's breastY
Parted for everL
Where through groves deep and highS
Sounds the far billowH
Where early violets dieS
Under the willowH
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Eleu loro c Soft shall be his pillowH
There through the summer dayE
Cool streams are lavingR2
There while the tempests swayE
Scarce are boughs wavingR2
There thy rest shalt thou takeR2
Parted for everL
Never again to wakeR2
Never oh neverL
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CHORUSG
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Eleu loro c Never oh neverL
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Where shall the traitor restY
He the deceiverL
Who could win maiden's breastY
Ruin and leave herL
In the lost battleU2
Borne down by the flyingR2
Where mingles war's rattleU2
With groans of the dyingR2
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CHORUSG
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Eleu loro c There shall he be lyingR2
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Her wing shall the eagle flapV2
O'er the false heartedW2
His warm blood the wolf shall lapV2
Ere life be partedW2
Shame and dishonour sitX2
By his grave everL
Blessing shall hallow itX2
Never oh neverL
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CHORUSG
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Eleu loro c Never oh neverL
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It ceased the melancholy soundS2
And silence sunk on all aroundS2
The air was sad but sadder stillC
It fell on Marmion's earL
And plained as if disgrace and illC
And shameful death were nearL
He drew his mantle past his faceG
Between it and the bandU
And rested with his head a spaceG
Reclining on his handU
His thoughts I scan not but I weenK
That could their import have been seenK
The meanest groom in all the hallP
That e'er tied courser to a stallP
Would scarce have wished to be their preyL
For Lutterward and FontenayeS
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High minds of native pride and forceG
Most deeply feel thy pangs RemorseG
Fear for their scourge mean villains haveS
Thou art the torturer of the braveS
Yet fatal strength they boast to steelY2
Their minds to bear the wounds they feelY2
Even while they writhe beneath the smartA2
Of civil conflict in the heartA2
For soon Lord Marmion raised his headZ2
And smiling to Fitz Eustace saidZ2
'Is it not strange that as ye sungR2
Seemed in mine ear a death peal rungR2
Such as in nunneries they tollA3
For some departing sister's soulA3
Say what may this portend '-
Then first the Palmer silence brokeR2
The livelong day he had not spokeR2
'The death of a dear friend '-
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Marmion whose steady heart and eyeS
Ne'er changed in worst extremityG
Marmion whose soul could scantly brookR2
Even from his king a haughty lookR2
Whose accent of command controlledB3
In camps the boldest of the boldB3
Thought look and utterance failed him nowK
Fall'n was his glance andC3

Sir Walter Scott



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