Marmion: Introduction To Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

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Like April morning clouds that pass	A
With varying shadow o'er the grass	A
And imitate on field and furrow	B
Life's chequered scene of joy and sorrow	B
Like streamlet of the mountain North	C
Now in a torrent racing forth	C
Now winding slow its silver train	D
And almost slumbering on the plain	D
Like breezes of the Autumn day	E
Whose voice inconstant dies away	E
And ever swells again as fast	F
When the ear deems its murmur past	F
Thus various my romantic theme	G
Flits winds or sinks a morning dream	G
Yet pleased our eye pursues the trace	H
Of light and shade's inconstant race	H
Pleased views the rivulet afar	I
Weaving its maze irregular	J
And pleased we listen as the breeze	K
Heaves its wild sigh through Autumn trees	K
Then wild as cloud or stream or gale	L
Flow on flow unconfined my tale	L
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Need I to thee dear Erskine tell	M
I love the license all too well	M
In sounds now lowly and now strong	N
To raise the desultory song	N
Oft when mid such capricious chime	O
Some transient fit of lofty rhyme	O
To thy kind judgment seemed excuse	P
For many an error of the muse	Q
Oft hast thou said 'If still misspent	R
Thine hours to poetry are lent	R
Go and to tame thy wandering course	S
Quaff from the fountain at the source	S
Approach those masters o'er whose tomb	T
Immortal laurels ever bloom	T
Instructive of the feebler bard	U
Still from the grave their voice is heard	V
From them and from the paths they showed	W
Choose honoured guide and practised road	W
Nor ramble on through brake and maze	X
With harpers rude of barbarous days	X
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'Or deem'st thou not our later time	O
Yields topic meet for classic rhyme	O
Hast thou no elegiac verse	Y
For Brunswick's venerable hearse	Y
What not a line a tear a sigh	Z
When valour bleeds for liberty	A2
Oh hero of that glorious time	O
When with unrivalled light sublime	O
Though martial Austria and though all	B2
The might of Russia and the Gaul	B2
Though banded Europe stood her foes	C2
The star of Brandenburg arose	C2
Thou couldst not live to see her beam	G
For ever quenched in Jena's stream	G
Lamented chief it was not given	D2
To thee to change the doom of Heaven	D2
And crush that dragon in its birth	E2
Predestined scourge of guilty earth	E2
Lamented chief not thine the power	J
To save in that presumptuous hour	J
When Prussia hurried to the field	F2
And snatched the spear but left the shield	F2
Valour and skill 'twas thine to try	Z
And tried in vain 'twas thine to die	Z
Ill had it seemed thy silver hair	G2
The last the bitterest pang to share	G2
For princedom reft and scutcheons riven	D2
And birthrights to usurpers given	D2
Thy land's thy children's wrongs to feel	H2
And witness woes thou couldst not heal	H2
On thee relenting Heaven bestows	C2
For honoured life an honoured close	I2
And when revolves in time's sure change	J2
The hour of Germany's revenge	K2
When breathing fury for her sake	L2
Some new Arminius shall awake	L2
Her champion ere he strike shall come	M2
To whet his sword on Brunswick's tomb	T
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'Or of the red cross hero teach	N2
Dauntless in dungeon as on breach	N2
Alike to him the sea the shore	O2
The brand the bridle or the oar	O2
Alike to him the war that calls	P2
Its votaries to the shattered walls	P2
Which the grim Turk besmeared with blood	Q2
Against the invincible made good	R2
Or that whose thundering voice could wake	L2
The silence of the polar lake	L2
When stubborn Russ and mettled Swede	S2
On the warped wave their death game played	T2
Or that where vengeance and affright	T2
Howled round the father of the fight	T2
Who snatched on Alexandria's sand	T2
The conqueror's wreath with dying hand	T2
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'Or if to touch such chord be thine	U2
Restore the ancient tragic line	U2
And emulate the notes that rung	V2
From the wild harp which silent hung	V2
By silver Avon's holy shore	O2
Till twice a hundred years rolled o'er	J
When she the bold enchantress came	W2
With fearless hand and heart on flame	W2
From the pale willow snatched the treasure	J
And swept it with a kindred measure	J
Till Avon's swans while rung the grove	X2
With Montfort's hate and Basil's love	Y2
Awakening at the inspired strain	D
Deemed their own Shakespeare lived again '	-
	-
Thy friendship thus thy judgment wronging	V2
With praises not to me belonging	V2
In task more meet for mightiest powers	Z2
Wouldst thou engage my thriftless hours	Z2
But say my Erskine hast thou weighed	T2
That secret power by all obeyed	T2
Which warps not less the passive mind	T2
Its source concealed or undefined	T2
Whether an impulse that has birth	E2
Soon as the infant wakes on earth	E2
One with our feelings and our powers	Z2
And rather part of us than ours	Z2
Or whether fitlier termed the sway	E
Of habit formed in early day	E
Howe'er derived its force confessed	T2
Rules with despotic sway the breast	T2
And drags us on by viewless chain	D
While taste and reason plead in vain	D
Look east and ask the Belgian why	Z
Beneath Batavia's sultry sky	Z
He seeks not eager to inhale	L
The freshness of the mountain gale	L
Content to rear his whitened wall	B2
Beside the dank and dull canal	A3
He'll say from youth he loved to see	A2
The white sail gliding by the tree	A2
Or see yon weather beaten hind	T2
Whose sluggish herds before him wind	T2
Whose tattered plaid and rugged cheek	V2
His northern clime and kindred speak	V2
Through England's laughing meads he goes	C2
And England's wealth around him flows	C2
Ask if it would content him well	M
At ease in those gay plains to dwell	M
Where hedgerows spread a verdant screen	B3
And spires and forests intervene	B3
And the neat cottage peeps between	B3
No not for these would he exchange	J2
His dark Lochaber's boundless range	J2
Nor for fair Devon's meads forsake	V2
Ben Nevis grey and Garry's lake	V2
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Thus while I ape the measure wild	T2
Of tales that charmed me yet a child	T2
Rude though they be still with the chime	O
Return the thoughts of early time	O
And feelings roused in life's first day	E
Glow in the line and prompt the lay	E
Then rise those crags that mountain tower	J
Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour	J
Though no broad river swept along	V2
To claim perchance heroic song	V2
Though sighed no groves in summer gale	L
To prompt of love a softer tale	L
Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed	T2
Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed	T2
Yet was poetic impulse given	D2
By the green hill and clear blue heaven	D2
It was a barren scene and wild	T2
Where naked cliffs were rudely piled	T2
But ever and anon between	B3
Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green	B3
And well the lonely infant knew	C3
Recesses where the wallflower grew	C3
And honeysuckle loved to crawl	B2
Up the low crag and ruined wall	B2
I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade	T2
The sun in all its round surveyed	T2
And still I thought that shattered tower	J
The mightiest work of human power	J
And marvelled as the aged hind	T2
With some strange tale bewitched my mind	T2
Of forayers who with headlong force	S
Down from that strength had spurred their horse	S
Their southern rapine to renew	C3
Far in the distant Cheviots blue	C3
And home returning filled the hall	B2
With revel wassail rout and brawl	B2
Methought that still with trump and clang	V2
The gateway's broken arches rang	V2
Methought grim features seamed with scars	D3
Glared through the window's rusty bars	D3
And ever by the winter hearth	E3
Old tales I heard of woe or mirth	E2
Of lovers' slights of ladies' charms	F3
Of witches' spells of warriors' arms	F3
Of patriot battles won of old	T2
By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold	T2
Of later fields of feud and fight	T2
When pouring from their Highland height	T2
The Scottish clans in headlong sway	E
Had swept the scarlet ranks away	E
While stretched at length upon the floor	O2
Again I fought each combat o'er	J
Pebbles and shells in order laid	T2
The mimic ranks of war displayed	T2
And onward still the Scottish Lion bore	O2
And still the scattered Southron fled before	O2
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Still with vain fondness could I trace	H
Anew each kind familiar face	H
That brightened at our evening fire	J
From the thatched mansion's grey haired sire	J
Wise without learning plain and good	T2
And sprun	C3