Marmion: Introduction To Canto Iv. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

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An ancient minstrel sagely said	A
'Where is the life which late we led '	B
That motley clown in Arden wood	C
Whom humorous Jaques with envy viewed	D
Not even that clown could amplify	E
On this trite text so long as I	E
Eleven years we now may tell	F
Since we have known each other well	F
Since riding side by side our hand	G
First drew the voluntary brand	G
And sure through many a varied scene	H
Unkindness never came between	H
Away these winged years have flown	I
To join the mass of ages gone	J
And though deep marked like all below	K
With checkered shades of joy and woe	K
Though thou o'er realms and seas hast ranged	L
Marked cities lost and empires changed	L
While here at home my narrower ken	M
Somewhat of manners saw and men	M
Though varying wishes hopes and fears	N
Fevered the progress of these years	N
Yet now days weeks and months but seem	O
The recollection of a dream	O
So still we glide down to the sea	P
Of fathomless eternity	P
Even now it scarcely seems a day	Q
Since first I tuned this idle lay	Q
A task so often thrown aside	R
When leisure graver cares denied	R
That now November's dreary gale	S
Whose voice inspired my opening tale	S
That same November gale once more	T
Whirls the dry leaves on Yarrow shore	T
Their vexed boughs streaming to the sky	E
Once more our naked birches sigh	E
And Blackhouse heights and Ettrick Pen	M
Have donned their wintry shrouds again	M
And mountain dark and flooded mead	U
Bid us forsake the banks of Tweed	U
Earlier than wont along the sky	E
Mixed with the rack the snow mists fly	E
The shepherd who in summer sun	V
Had something of our envy won	V
As thou with pencil I with pen	M
The features traced of hill and glen	M
He who outstretched the livelong day	Q
At ease among the heath flowers lay	Q
Viewed the light clouds with vacant look	W
Or slumbered o'er his tattered book	W
Or idly busied him to guide	R
His angle o'er the lessened tide	R
At midnight now the snowy plain	X
Finds sterner labour for the swain	X
When red hath set the beamless sun	V
Through heavy vapours dark and dun	V
When the tired ploughman dry and warm	Y
Hears half asleep the rising storm	Y
Hurling the hail and sleeted rain	X
Against the casement's tinkling pane	X
The sounds that drive wild deer and fox	Z
To shelter in the brake and rocks	Z
Are warnings which the shepherd ask	A2
To dismal and to dangerous task	A2
Oft he looks forth and hopes in vain	X
The blast may sink in mellowing rain	X
Till dark above and white below	K
Decided drives the flaky snow	K
And forth the hardy swain must go	K
Long with dejected look and whine	B2
To leave the hearth his dogs repine	B2
Whistling and cheering them to aid	C2
Around his back he wreathes the plaid	D2
His flock he gathers and he guides	E2
To open downs and mountain sides	E2
Where fiercest though the tempest blow	K
Least deeply lies the drift below	K
The blast that whistles o'er the fells	F2
Stiffens his locks to icicles	G2
Oft he looks back while streaming far	H2
His cottage window seems a star	H2
Loses its feeble gleam and then	B2
Turns patient to the blast again	B2
And facing to the tempest's sweep	I2
Drives through the gloom his lagging sheep	I2
If fails his heart if his limbs fail	S
Benumbing death is in the gale	S
His paths his landmarks all unknown	B2
Close to the hut no more his own	B2
Close to the aid he sought in vain	B2
The morn may find the stiffened swain	B2
The widow sees at dawning pale	S
His orphans raise their feeble wail	S
And close beside him in the snow	K
Poor Yarrow partner of their woe	K
Couches upon his master's breast	J2
And licks his cheek to break his rest	J2
Who envies now the shepherd's lot	K2
His healthy fare his rural cot	K2
His summer couch by greenwood tree	P
His rustic kirn's loud revelry	P
His native hill notes tuned on high	E
To Marion of the blithesome eye	E
His crook his scrip his oaten reed	U
And all Arcadia's golden creed	U
Changes not so with us my Skene	B2
Of human life the varying scene	B2
Our youthful summer oft we see	P
Dance by on wings of game and glee	P
While the dark storm reserves its rage	L2
Against the winter of our age	L2
As he the ancient Chief of Troy	M2
His manhood spent in peace and joy	M2
But Grecian fires and loud alarms	N2
Called ancient Priam forth to arms	N2
Then happy those since each must drain	B2
His share of pleasure share of pain	B2
Then happy those beloved of Heaven	B2
To whom the mingled cup is given	B2
Whose lenient sorrows find relief	O2
Whose joys are chastened by their grief	O2
And such a lot my Skene was thine	B2
When thou of late wert doomed to twine	B2
Just when thy bridal hour was by	E
The cypress with the myrtle tie	E
Just on thy bride her sire had smiled	P2
And blessed the union of his child	P2
When Love must change its joyous cheer	Q2
And wipe Affection's filial tear	R2
Nor did the actions next his end	S2
Speak more the father than the friend	S2
Scarce had lamented Forbes paid	C2
The tribute to his minstrel's shade	C2
The tale of friendship scarce was told	T2
Ere the narrator's heart was cold	T2
Far may we search before we find	U2
A heart so manly and so kind	U2
But not around his honoured urn	B2
Shall friends alone and kindred mourn	B2
The thousand eyes his care had dried	R
Pour at his name a bitter tide	R
And frequent falls the grateful dew	V2
For benefits the world ne'er knew	V2
If mortal charity dare claim	W2
The Almighty's attributed name	W2
Inscribe above his mouldering clay	Q
'The widow's shield the orphan's stay '	B
Nor though it wake thy sorrow deem	O
My verse intrudes on this sad theme	O
For sacred was the pen that wrote	X2
'Thy father's friend forget thou not '	B
And grateful title may I plead	U
For many a kindly word and deed	U
To bring my tribute to his grave	Y2
'Tis little but 'tis all I have	Z2
To thee perchance this rambling strain	B2
Recalls our summer walks again	B2
When doing naught and to speak true	V2
Not anxious to find aught to do	V2
The wild unbounded hills we ranged	L
While oft our talk its topic changed	L
And desultory as our way	Q
Ranged unconfined from grave to gay	Q
Even when it flagged as oft will chance	A3
No effort made to break its trance	A3
We could right pleasantly pursue	V2
Our sports in social silence too	V2
Thou gravely labouring to portray	Q
The blighted oak's fantastic spray	Q
I spelling o'er with much delight	B3
The legend of that antique knight	B3
Tirante by name ycleped the White	B3
At either's feet a trusty squire	C3
Pandour and Camp with eyes of fire	D3
Jealous each other's motions viewed	D
And scarce suppressed their ancient feud	D
The laverock whistled from the cloud	E3
The stream was lively but not loud	E3
From the white thorn the Mayflower shed	A
Its dewy fragrance round our head	A
Not Ariel lived more merrily	P
Under the blossomed bough than we	P
And blithesome nights too have been ours	F3
When winter stript the summer's bowers	F3
Careless we heard what now I hear	G3
The wild blast sighing deep and drear	G3
When fires were bright and lamps beamed gay	Q
And ladies tuned the lovely lay	Q
And he was held a laggard soul	H3
Who shunned to quaff the sparkling bowl	H3
Then he whose absence we deplore	G3
Who breathes the gales of Devon's shore	G3
The longer missed bewailed the more	G3
And thou and I and dear loved Rae	Q
And one whose name I may not say	Q
For not Mimosa's tender tree	G3
Shrinks sooner from the touch than he	G3
In merry chorus well combined	U2
With laughter drowned the whistling wind	U2
Mirth was within and Care without	I3
Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout	I3
Not but amid the buxom scene	B2
Some grave discourse might intervene	B2
Of the good horse that bore him best	J2
His shoulder hoof and arching crest	J2
For like mad Tom's our chiefest care	G3
Was horse to ride and weapon wear	G3
Such nights we've had and though the game	W2
Of manhood be more sober tame	W2
And though the field day or the drill	J3
Seem less important now yet still	J3
Such may we hope to share again	B2
The sprightly thought inspires my strain	B2
And mark how like a horseman true	G3
Lord Marmion's march I thus renew	G3