Marmion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Heap on more wood the wind is chillA
But let it whistle as it willA
We'll keep our Christmas merry stillA
Each age has deem'd the new born yearB
The fittest time for festal cheerB
Even heathen yet the savage DaneC
At Iol more deep the mead did drainC
High on the beach his galleys drewD
And feasted all his pirate crewD
Then in his low and pine built hallE
Where shields and axes deck'd the wallE
They gorged upon the half dress'd steerB
Caroused in seas of sable beerB
While round in brutal jest were thrownF
The half gnaw'd rib and marrow boneF
Or listen'd all in grim delightG
While Scalds yell'd out the joys of fightG
Then forth in frenzy would they hieH
While wildly loose their red locks flyI
And dancing round the blazing pileJ
They make such barbarous mirth the whileJ
As best might to the mind recallE
The boisterous joys of Odin's hallE
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And well our Christian sires of oldK
Loved when the year its course had roll'dK
And brought blithe Christmas back againL
With all his hospitable trainC
Domestic and religious riteG
Gave honour to the holy nightG
On Christmas Eve the bells were rungM
On Christmas Eve the mass was sungM
That only night in all the yearB
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rearB
The damsel donn'd her kirtle sheenN
The hall was dress'd with holly greenN
Forth to the wood did merry men goO
To gather in the mistletoeO
Then open'd wide the Baron's hallE
To vassal tenant serf and allE
Power laid his rod of rule asideP
And Ceremony doff'd his prideP
The heir with roses in his shoesQ
That night might village partner chooseQ
The Lord underogating shareR
The vulgar game of 'post and pair'R
All hail'd with uncontroll'd delightG
And general voice the happy nightG
That to the cottage as the crownS
Brought tidings of salvation downS
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The fire with well dried logs suppliedP
Went roaring up the chimney wideP
The huge hall table's oaken faceT
Scrubb'd till it shone the day to graceT
Bore then upon its massive boardU
No mark to part the squire and lordU
Then was brought in the lusty brawnV
By old blue coated serving manW
Then the grim boar's head frown'd on highI
Crested with bays and rosemaryR
Well can the green garb'd ranger tellX
How when and where the monster fellX
What dogs before his death to toreR
And all the baiting of the boarR
The wassel round in good brown bowlsY
Garnish'd with ribbons blithely trowlsY
There the huge sirloin reek'd hard byI
Plum porridge stood and Christmas pieI
Nor fail'd old Scotland to produceY
At such high tide her savoury gooseY
Then came the merry makers inZ
And carols roar'd with blithesome dinZ
If unmelodious was the songA2
It was a hearty note and strongA2
Who lists may in their mumming seeY
Traces of ancient mysteryY
White shirts supplied the masqueradeB2
And smutted cheeks the visors madeB2
But O what maskers richly dightB2
Can boast of bosoms half so lightB2
England was merry England whenL
Old Christmas brought his sports againL
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest aleC2
'Twas Christmas told the merriest taleC2
A Christmas gambol oft could cheerR
The poor man's heart through half the yearR

Sir Walter Scott



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