Marmion: Introduction To Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme

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November's sky is chill and drear	A
November's leaf is red and sear	A
Late gazing down the steepy linn	B
That hems our little garden in	B
Low in its dark and narrow glen	C
You scarce the rivulet might ken	C
So thick the tangled greenwood grew	A
So feeble thrilled the streamlet through	A
Now murmuring hoarse and frequent seen	D
Through bush and briar no longer green	D
An angry brook it sweeps the glade	E
Brawls over rock and wild cascade	E
And foaming brown with doubled speed	F
Hurries its waters to the Tweed	F
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No longer Autumn's glowing red	G
Upon our forest hills is shed	G
No more beneath the evening beam	H
Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam	H
Away hath passed the heather bell	I
That bloomed so rich on Needpath Fell	I
Sallow his brow and russet bare	A
Are now the sister heights of Yair	A
The sheep before the pinching heaven	J
To sheltered dale and down are driven	J
Where yet some faded herbage pines	K
And yet a watery sunbeam shines	K
In meek despondency they eye	L
The withered sward and wintry sky	L
And far beneath their summer hill	M
Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill	M
The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold	N
And wraps him closer from the cold	N
His dogs no merry circles wheel	O
But shivering follow at his heel	O
A cowering glance they often cast	P
As deeper moans the gathering blast	P
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My imps though hardy bold and wild	Q
As best befits the mountain child	Q
Feel the sad influence of the hour	A
And wail the daisy's vanished flower	A
Their summer gambols tell and mourn	R
And anxious ask 'Will spring return	S
And birds and lambs again be gay	T
And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray '	-
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Yes prattlers yes The daisy's flower	A
Again shall paint your summer bower	A
Again the hawthorn shall supply	L
The garlands you delight to tie	L
The lambs upon the lea shall bound	U
The wild birds carol to the round	U
And while you frolic light as they	T
Too short shall seem the summer day	T
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To mute and to material things	V
New life revolving summer brings	V
The genial call dead Nature hears	W
And in her glory reappears	X
But oh my country's wintry state	Y
What second spring shall renovate	Y
What powerful call shall bid arise	Z
The buried warlike and the wise	Z
The mind that thought for Britain's weal	L
The hand that grasped the victor steel	L
The vernal sun new life bestows	A2
Even on the meanest flower that blows	A2
But vainly vainly may he shine	B2
Where glory weeps o'er Nelson's shrine	B2
And vainly pierce the solemn gloom	C2
That shrouds O Pitt thy hallowed tomb	C2
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Deep graved in every British heart	D2
Oh never let those names depart	D2
Say to your sons Lo here his grave	E2
Who victor died on Gadite wave	E2
To him as to the burning levin	B
Short bright resistless course was given	J
Where'er his country's foes were found	U
Was heard the fated thunder's sound	U
Till burst the bolt on yonder shore	A
Rolled blazed destroyed and was no more	A
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Nor mourn ye less his perished worth	F2
Who bade the conqueror go forth	G2
And launched that thunderbolt of war	A
On Egypt Hafnia Trafalgar	A
Who born to guide such high emprize	A2
For Britain's weal was early wise	A2
Alas to whom the Almighty gave	E2
For Britain's sins an early grave	E2
His worth who in his mightiest hour	A
A bauble held the pride of power	A
Spurned at the sordid lust of pelf	E2
And served his Albion for herself	E2
Who when the frantic crowd amain	J
Strained at subjection's bursting rein	J
O'er their wild mood full conquest gained	H2
The pride he would not crush restrained	H2
Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause	A2
And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws	A2
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Hadst thou but lived though stripped of power	A
A watchman on the lonely tower	A
Thy thrilling trump had roused the land	I2
When fraud or danger were at hand	I2
By thee as by the beacon light	J2
Our pilots had kept course aright	J2
As some proud column though alone	J
Thy strength had propped the tottering throne	J
Now is the stately column broke	K2
The beacon light is quenched in smoke	K2
The trumpet's silver sound is still	L
The warder silent on the hill	L
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Oh think how to his latest day	J2
When Death just hovering claimed his prey	J2
With Palinure's unaltered mood	J2
Firm at his dangerous post he stood	J2
Each call for needful rest repelled	J2
With dying hand the rudder held	J2
Till in his fall with fateful sway	J2
The steerage of the realm gave way	J2
Then while on Britain's thousand plains	A2
One unpolluted church remains	A2
Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around	J2
The bloody tocsin's maddening sound	J2
But still upon the hallowed day	J2
Convoke the swains to praise and pray	J2
While faith and civil peace are dear	A
Grace this cold marble with a tear	A
He who preserved them Pitt lies here	A
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Nor yet suppress the generous sigh	E2
Because his rival slumbers nigh	E2
Nor be thy requiescat dumb	L2
Lest it be said o'er Fox's tomb	C2
For talents mourn untimely lost	J2
When best employed and wanted most	J2
Mourn genius high and lore profound	J2
And wit that loved to play not wound	J2
And all the reasoning powers divine	J
To penetrate resolve combine	J
And feelings keen and fancy's glow	L
They sleep with him who sleeps below	L
And if thou mourn'st they could not save	E2
From error him who owns this grave	E2
Be every harsher thought suppressed	J2
And sacred be the last long rest	J2
HERE where the end of earthly things	A2
Lays heroes patriots bards and kings	A2
Where stiff the hand and still the tongue	M2
Of those who fought and spoke and sung	M2
HERE where the fretted aisles prolong	N2
The distant notes of holy song	N2
As if some angel spoke again	J
'All peace on earth goodwill to men '	-
If ever from an English heart	J2
Oh HERE let prejudice depart	J2
And partial feeling cast aside	J2
Record that Fox a Briton died	J2
When Europe crouched to France's yoke	K2
And Austria bent and Prussia broke	K2
And the firm Russian's purpose brave	E2
Was bartered by a timorous slave	E2
Even then dishonour's peace he spurned	J2
The sullied olive branch returned	J2
Stood for his country's glory fast	J2
And nailed her colours to the mast	J2
Heaven to reward his firmness gave	E2
A portion in this honoured grave	E2
And ne'er held marble in its trust	J2
Of two such wondrous men the dust	J2
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With more than mortal powers endowed	J2
How high they soared above the crowd	J2
Theirs was no common party race	A2
Jostling by dark intrigue for place	A2
Like fabled gods their mighty war	A
Shook realms and nations in its jar	A
Beneath each banner proud to stand	J2
Looked up the noblest of the land	J2
Till through the British world were known	J
The names of Pitt and Fox alone	J
Spells of such force no wizard grave	E2
E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave	E2
Though his could drain the ocean dry	E2
And force the planets from the sky	E2
These spells are spent and spent with these	A2
The wine of life is on the lees	A2
Genius and taste and talent gone	J
For ever tombed beneath the stone	J
Where taming thought to human pride	J2
The mighty chiefs sleep side by side	J2
Drop upon Fox's grave the tear	A
'Twill trickle to his rival's bier	A
O'er Pitt's the mournful requiem sound	J2
And Fox's shall the notes rebound	J2
The solemn echo seems to cry	E2
'Here let their discord with them die	E2
Speak not for those a separate doom	C2
Whom Fate made brothers in the tomb	C2
But search the land of living men	J
Where wilt thou find their like again '	-
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Rest ardent spirits till the cries	A2
Of dying Nature bid you rise	A2
Not even your Britain's groans can pierce	A2
The leaden silence of your hearse	A2
Then oh how impotent and vain	J
This grateful tributary strain	J
Though not unmarked from northern clime	C2
Ye heard the Border minstrel's rhyme	C2
His Gothic harp has o'er you rung	M2
The bard you deigned to praise your deathless names has sung	M2
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Stay yet illusion stay a while	L
My wildered fancy still beguile	L
From this high theme how can I part	J2
Ere half unloaded is my heart	J2
For all the tears e'er sorrow drew	A
And all the raptures fancy knew	A
And all the keener rush of blood	J2
That throbs through bard in bardlike mood	J2
Were here a tribute mean and low	L
Though all their mingled streams could flow	L
Woe wonder and sensation high	E2
In one spring tide of ecstasy	A2
It will not be it may not last	J2
The vision of enchantment's past	J2
Like frostwork	M2