Marmion: Introduction To Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Marmion: Introduction To Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The scenes are desert now and bare	A
Where flourished once a forest fair	A
When these waste glens with copse were lined	B
And peopled with the hart and hind	B
Yon thorn perchance whose prickly spears	C
Have fenced him for three hundred years	C
While fell around his green compeers	C
Yon lonely thorn would he could tell	D
The changes of his parent dell	D
Since he so grey and stubborn now	E
Waved in each breeze a sapling bough	E
Would he could tell how deep the shade	F
A thousand mingled branches made	F
How broad the shadows of the oak	G
How clung the rowan to the rock	H
And through the foliage showed his head	I
With narrow leaves and berries red	I
What pines on every mountain sprung	J
O'er every dell what birches hung	J
In every breeze what aspens shook	K
What alders shaded every brook	K
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'Here in my shade ' methinks he'd say	C
'The mighty stag at noontide lay	C
The wolf I've seen a fiercer game	L
The neighbouring dingle bears his name	L
With lurching step around me prowl	M
And stop against the moon to howl	M
The mountain boar on battle set	N
His tusks upon my stem would whet	N
While doe and roe and red deer good	O
Have bounded by through gay greenwood	O
Then oft from Newark's riven tower	P
Sallied a Scottish monarch's power	P
A thousand vassals mustered round	Q
With horse and hawk and horn and hound	Q
And I might see the youth intent	R
Guard every pass with crossbow bent	R
And through the brake the rangers stalk	S
And falc'ners hold the ready hawk	S
And foresters in greenwood trim	T
Lead in the leash the gazehounds grim	T
Attentive as the bratchet's bay	C
From the dark covert drove the prey	C
To slip them as he broke away	C
The startled quarry bounds amain	E
As fast the gallant greyhounds strain	E
Whistles the arrow from the bow	E
Answers the arquebuss below	U
While all the rocking hills reply	V
To hoof clang hound and hunter's cry	V
And bugles ringing lightsomely '	-
	-
Of such proud huntings many tales	C
Yet linger in our lonely dales	C
Up pathless Ettrick and on Yarrow	U
Where erst the outlaw drew his arrow	U
But not more blithe that silvan court	W
Than we have been at humbler sport	W
Though small our pomp and mean our game	L
Our mirth dear Mariott was the same	L
Remember'st thou my greyhounds true	X
O'er holt or hill there never flew	X
From slip or leash there never sprang	Y
More fleet of foot or sure of fang	Y
Nor dull between each merry chase	C
Passed by the intermitted space	C
For we had fair resource in store	Z
In Classic and in Gothic lore	Z
We marked each memorable scene	E
And held poetic talk between	E
Nor hill nor brook we paced along	A2
But had its legend or its song	A2
All silent now for now are still	B2
Thy bowers untenanted Bowhill	B2
No longer from thy mountains dun	E
The yeoman hears the well known gun	E
And while his honest heart glows Warm	C2
At thought of his paternal farm	D2
Round to his mates a brimmer fills	C
And drinks 'The Chieftain of the Hills '	-
No fairy forms in Yarrow's bowers	C
Trip o'er the walks or tend the flowers	C
Fair as the elves whom Janet saw	C
By moonlight dance on Carterhaugh	E2
No youthful baron's left to grace	C
The forest sheriff's lonely chase	C
And ape in manly step and tone	E
The majesty of Oberon	E
And she is gone whose lovely face	C
Is but her least and lowest grace	C
Though if to sylphid queen 'twere given	E
To show our earth the charms of Heaven	E
She could not glide along the air	A
With form more light or face more fair	A
No more the widow's deafened ear	F2
Grows quick that lady's step to hear	F2
At noontide she expects her not	G2
Nor busies her to trim the cot	G2
Pensive she turns her humming wheel	B2
Or pensive cooks her orphans' meal	B2
Yet blesses ere she deals their bread	I
The gentle hand by which they're fed	I
	-
From Yair which hills so closely bind	B
Scarce can the Tweed his passage find	B
Though much he fret and chafe and toil	B2
Till all his eddying currents boil	B2
Her long descended lord is gone	E
And left us by the stream alone	E
And much I miss those sportive boys	C
Companions of my mountain joys	C
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth	H2
When thought is speech and speech is truth	H2
Close to my side with what delight	I2
They pressed to hear of Wallace wight	I2
When pointing to his airy mound	Q
I called his ramparts holy ground	Q
Kindled their brows to hear me speak	J2
And I have smiled to feel my cheek	J2
Despite the difference of our years	C
Return again the glow of theirs	C
Ah happy boys such feelings pure	K2
They will not cannot long endure	K2
Condemned to stem the world's rude tide	L2
You may not linger by the side	L2
For Fate shall thrust you from the shore	Z
And Passion ply the sail and oar	Z
Yet cherish the remembrance still	B2
Of the lone mountain and the rill	B2
For trust dear boys the time will come	M2
When fiercer transport shall be dumb	M2
And you will think right frequently	B2
But well I hope without a sigh	V
On the free hours that we have spent	R
Together on the brown hill's bent	R
	-
When musing on companions gone	E
We doubly feel ourselves alone	E
Something my friend we yet may gain	E
There is a pleasure in this pain	E
It soothes the love of lonely rest	N2
Deep in each gentler heart impressed	N2
'Tis silent amid worldly toils	C
And stifled soon by mental broils	C
But in a bosom thus prepared	O2
Its still small voice is often heard	P2
Whispering a mingled sentiment	Q2
'Twixt resignation and content	R
Oft in my mind such thoughts awake	R2
By lone Saint Mary's silent lake	R2
Thou know'st it well nor fen nor sedge	S2
Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge	S2
Abrupt and sheer the mountains sink	T2
At once upon the level brink	T2
And just a trace of silver sand	U2
Marks where the water meets the land	U2
Far in the mirror bright and blue	B2
Each hill's huge outline you may view	B2
Shaggy with heath but lonely bare	A
Nor tree nor bush nor brake is there	A
Save where of land yon slender line	E
Bears thwart the lake the scattered pine	E
Yet even this nakedness has power	P
And aids the feeling of the hour	P
Nor thicket dell nor copse you spy	V
Where living thing concealed might lie	V
Nor point retiring hides a dell	B2
Where swain or woodman lone might dwell	B2
There's nothing left to fancy's guess	C
You see that all is loneliness	C
And silence aids though the steep hills	C
Send to the lake a thousand rills	C
In summer tide so soft they weep	V2
The sound but lulls the ear asleep	V2
Your horse's hoof tread sounds too rude	W2
So stilly is the solitude	W2
	-
Nought living meets the eye or ear	F2
But well I ween the dead are near	X2
For though in feudal strife a foe	U
Hath lain our Lady's chapel low	U
Yet still beneath the hallowed soil	B2
The peasant rests him from his toil	B2
And dying bids his bones be laid	F
Where erst his simple fathers prayed	F
	-
If age had tamed the passion's strife	Y2
And fate had cut my ties to life	Y2
Here have I thought 'twere sweet to dwell	B2
And rear again the chaplain's cell	B2
Like that same peaceful hermitage	Z2
Where Milton longed to spend his age	A3
'Twere sweet to mark the setting day	C
On Bourhope's lonely top decay	C
And as it faint and feeble died	L2
On the broad lake and mountain's side	L2
To say 'Thus pleasures fade away	C
Youth talents beauty thus decay	C
And leave us dark forlorn and grey '	-
Then gaze on Dryhope's ruined tower	P
And think on Yarrow's faded Flower	P
And when that mountain sound I heard	P2
Which bids us be for storm prepared	O2
The distant rustling of his wings	C
As up his force the tempest brings	C
'Twere sweet ere yet his terrors rave	B3
To sit upon the wizard's grave	B3
That wizard priest's whose bones are thrust	C3
From company of holy dust	C3
On which no sunbeam ever shines	C
So superstition's creed divines	C
Thence view the lake with sullen roar	Z
Heave her broad billows to the shore	Z
And mark the wild swans mount the gale	B2
Spread wide through mist their snowy sail	B2
And ever stoop again to lave	B3
Their bosoms on the surging wave	B3
Then when against the driving hail	B2
No longer might my plaid avail	B2
Back to my lonely home retire	D3
And light my lamp and trim my fire	P
There ponder o'er some mystic lay	C
Till the wild tale had all its sway	C
And in the bittern's distant shriek	J2
I heard unearthly voices speak	J2
And thought the wizard priest was come	M2