Marmion: Introduction To Canto Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

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Heap on more wood the wind is chill	A
But let it whistle as it will	A
We'll keep our Christmas merry still	A
Each age has deemed the new born year	B
The fittest time for festal cheer	B
E'en heathen yet the savage Dane	C
At Iol more deep the mead did drain	C
High on the beach his galleys drew	D
And feasted all his pirate crew	D
Then in his low and pine built hall	E
Where shields and axes decked the wall	E
They gorged upon the half dressed steer	B
Caroused in seas of sable beer	B
While round in brutal jest were thrown	F
The half gnawed rib and marrow bone	F
Or listened all in grim delight	G
While scalds yelled out the joys of fight	G
Then forth in frenzy would they hie	H
While wildly loose their red locks fly	I
And dancing round the blazing pile	J
They make such barbarous mirth the while	J
As best might to the mind recall	E
The boist'rous joys of Odin's hall	E
And well our Christian sires of old	K
Loved when the year its course had rolled	K
And brought blithe Christmas back again	L
With all his hospitable train	C
Domestic and religious rite	G
Gave honour to the holy night	G
On Christmas Eve the bells were rung	M
On Christmas Eve the mass was sung	M
That only night in all the year	B
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear	B
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen	N
The hall was dressed with holly green	N
Forth to the wood did merry men go	O
To gather in the mistletoe	O
Then opened wide the baron's hall	E
To vassal tenant serf and all	E
Power laid his rod of rule aside	P
And Ceremony doffed his pride	P
The heir with roses in his shoes	Q
That night might village partner choose	Q
The lord underogating share	R
The vulgar game of 'post and pair '	S
All hailed with uncontrolled delight	G
And general voice the happy night	G
That to the cottage as the crown	T
Brought tidings of salvation down	T
The fire with well dried logs supplied	P
Went roaring up the chimney wide	P
The huge hall table's oaken face	U
Scrubbed till it shone the day to grace	U
Bore then upon its massive board	V
No mark to part the squire and lord	V
Then was brought in the lusty brawn	W
By old blue coated serving man	X
Then the grim boar's head frowned on high	I
Crested with bays and rosemary	Y
Well can the green garbed ranger tell	Z
How when and where the monster fell	Z
What dogs before his death he tore	A2
And all the baiting of the boar	A2
The wassail round in good brown bowls	B2
Garnished with ribbons blithely trowls	B2
There the huge sirloin reeked hard by	I
Plum porridge stood and Christmas pie	I
Nor failed old Scotland to produce	B2
At such high tide her savoury goose	B2
Then came the merry maskers in	C2
And carols roared with blithesome din	C2
If unmelodious was the song	D2
It was a hearty note and strong	D2
Who lists may in their mumming see	B2
Traces of ancient mystery	B2
White shirts supplied the masquerade	E2
And smutted cheeks the visors made	E2
But oh what maskers richly dight	E2
Can boast of bosoms half so light	E2
England was merry England when	L
Old Christmas brought his sports again	L
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale	F2
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale	F2
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer	B
The poor man's heart through half the year	B
Still linger in our Northern clime	G2
Some remnants of the good old time	G2
And still within our valleys here	H2
We hold the kindred title dear	B
Even when perchance its far fetched claim	G2
To Southern ear sounds empty name	G2
For course of blood our proverbs deem	G2
Is warmer than the mountain stream	G2
And thus my Christmas still I hold	E2
Where my great grandsire came of old	E2
With amber beard and flaxen hair	R
And reverend apostolic air	R
The feast and holy tide to share	R
And mix sobriety with wine	I2
And honest mirth with thoughts divine	I2
Small thought was his in after time	G2
E'er to be hitched into a rhyme	G2
The simple sire could only boast	E2
That he was loyal to his cost	E2
The banished race of kings revered	E2
And lost his land but kept his beard	E2
In these dear halls where welcome kind	E2
Is with fair liberty combined	E2
Where cordial friendship gives the hand	E2
And flies constraint the magic wand	E2
Of the fair dame that rules the land	E2
Little we heed the tempest drear	R
While music mirth and social cheer	R
Speed on their wings the passing year	R
And Mertoun's halls are fair e'en now	J2
When not a leaf is on the bough	J2
Tweed loves them well and turns again	L
As loth to leave the sweet domain	C
And holds his mirror to her face	B2
And clips her with a close embrace	B2
Gladly as he we seek the dome	G2
And as reluctant turn us home	G2
How just that at this time of glee	B2
My thoughts should Heber turn to thee	B2
For many a merry hour we've known	F
And heard the chimes of midnight's tone	F
Cease then my friend a moment cease	B2
And leave these classic tomes in peace	B2
Of Roman and of Grecian lore	R
Sure mortal brain can hold no more	R
These ancients as Noll Bluff might say	B2
'Were pretty fellows in their day '	S
But time and tide o'er all prevail	F2
On Christmas eve a Christmas tale	F2
Of wonder and of war 'Profane	F
What leave the loftier Latian strain	F
Her stately prose her verse's charms	B2
To hear the clash of rusty arms	B2
In Fairy Land or Limbo lost	E2
To jostle conjuror and ghost	E2
Goblin and witch ' Nay Heber dear	R
Before you touch my charter hear	R
Though Leyden aids alas no more	R
My cause with many languaged lore	R
This may I say in realms of death	K2
Ulysses meets Alcides' WRAITH	K2
AEneas upon Thracia's shore	R
The ghost of murdered Polydore	R
For omens we in Livy cross	B2
At every turn locutus Bos	B2
As grave and duly speaks that ox	B2
As if he told the price of stocks	B2
Or held in Rome republican	F
The place of common councilman	F
All nations have their omens drear	R
Their legends wild of woe and fear	R
To Cambria look the peasant see	B2
Bethink him of Glendowerdy	E2
And shun 'the spirit's blasted tree '	S
The Highlander whose red claymore	R
The battle turned on Maida's shore	R
Will on a Friday morn look pale	F2
If asked to tell a fairy tale	F2
He fears the vengeful elfin king	L2
Who leaves that day his grassy ring	L2
Invisible to human ken	F
He walks among the sons of men	F
Did'st e'er dear Heber pass along	D2
Beneath the towers of Franchemont	E2
Which like an eagle's nest in air	R
Hang o'er the stream and hamlet fair	R
Deep in their vaults the peasants say	B2
A mighty treasure buried lay	B2
Amassed through rapine and through wrong	D2
By the last Lord of Franchemont	E2
The iron chest is bolted hard	E2
A huntsman sits its constant guard	E2
Around his neck his horn is hung	M
His hanger in his belt is slung	M
Before his feet his blood hounds lie	I
And 'twere not for his gloomy eye	I
Whose withering glance no heart can brook	M2
As true a huntsman doth he look	M2
As bugle e'er in brake did sound	E2
Or ever hallooed to a hound	E2
To chase the fiend and win the prize	B2
In that same dungeon ever tries	B2
An aged necromantic priest	E2
It is an hundred years at least	E2
Since 'twixt them first the strife begun	F
And neither yet has lost nor won	F
And oft the conjuror's words will make	N2
The stubborn demon groan and quake	N2
And oft the bands of iron break	N2
Or bursts one lock that still amain	F
Fast as 'tis opened shuts again	F
That magic strife within the tomb	G2
May last until the day of doom	G2
Unless the adept shall learn to tell	Z
The very word that clenched the spell	Z
When Franchemont locked the treasure cell	Z
A hundred years are past and gone	F
And scarce three letters has he won	F
Such general superstition may	B2
Excuse for old Pitscottie say	B2
Whose gossip history has given	F
My song the messenger from heaven	F
That warned in Lithgow Scotland's king	L2
Nor less the infernal summoning	L2
May pass the monk of Durham's tale	F2
Whose demon fought in Gothic mail	F2
May pardon plead for Fordun grave	O2
Who told of Gifford's goblin cave	O2
But why such instances to you	D
Who in an instant can renew	D
Your treasured hoards of various lore	R
And furnish twenty thousand more	R
Hoards not like theirs whose volumes rest	E2
Like treasures in the Franchemont ch	P2