Rokeby: Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Rokeby: Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Far in the chambers of the west	B
The gale had sigh'd itself to rest	B
The moon was cloudless now and clear	C
But pale and soon to disappear	C
The thin grey clouds wax dimly light	D
On Brusleton and Houghton height	D
And the rich dale that eastward lay	E
Waited the wakening touch of day	E
To give its woods and cultured plain	F
And towers and spires to light again	G
But westward Stanmore's shapeless swell	H
And Lunedale wild and Kelton fell	H
And rock begirdled Gilmanscar	C
And Arkingarth lay dark afar	C
While as a livelier twilight falls	I
Emerge proud Barnard's banner'd walls	I
High crown'd he sits in dawning pale	J
The sovereign of the lovely vale	J
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II	A
What prospects from his watch tower high	A
Gleam gradual on the warder's eye	A
Far sweeping to the east he sees	K
Down his deep woods the course of Tees	K
And tracks his wanderings by the steam	L
Of summer vapours from the stream	L
And ere he pace his destined hour	C
By Brackenbury's dungeon tower	C
These silver mists shall melt away	E
And dew the woods with glittering spray	E
Then in broad luster shall be shown	M
That mighty trench of living stone	M
And each huge trunk that from the side	N
Reclines him o'er the darksome tide	N
Where Tees full many a fathom low	O
Wears with his rage no common foe	O
For pebbly bank nor sand bed here	C
Nor clay mound checks his fierce career	C
Condemn'd to mine a channell'd way	E
O'er solid sheets of marble gray	E
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III	A
Nor Tees alone in dawning bright	D
Shall rush upon the ravish'd sight	D
But many a tributary stream	L
Each from its own dark dell shall gleam	L
Staindrop who from her sylvan bowers	P
Salutes proud Raby's battled towers	P
The rural brook of Egliston	M
And Balder named from Odin's son	M
And Greta to whose banks ere long	Q
We lead the lovers of the song	Q
And silver Lune from Stanmore wild	R
And fairy Thorsgill's murmuring child	R
And last and least but loveliest still	S
Romantic Deepdale's slender rill	S
Who in that dim wood glen hath stray'd	T
Yet long'd for Roslin's magic glade	T
Who wandering there hath sought to change	U
Even for that vale so stern and strange	U
Where Cartland's Crags fantastic rent	V
Through her green copse like spires are sent	V
Yet Albin yet the praise be thine	M
Thy scenes and story to combine	M
Thou bid'st him who by Roslin strays	W
List to the deeds of other days	W
Mid Cartland's Crags thou show'st the cave	X
The refuge of thy champion brave	X
Giving each rock its storied tale	J
Pouring a lay for every dale	J
Knitting as with a moral band	Y
Thy native legends with thy land	Y
To lend each scene the interest high	A
Which genius beams from Beauty's eye	A
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IV	A
Bertram awaited not the sight	D
Which sunrise shows from Barnard's height	D
But from the towers preventing day	E
With Wilfrid took his early way	E
While misty dawn and moonbeam pale	J
Still mingled in the silent dale	J
By Barnard's bridge of stately stone	M
The southern bank of Tees they won	M
Their winding path then eastward cast	Z
And Egliston's gray ruins pass'd	Z
Each on his own deep visions bent	V
Silent and sad they onward went	V
Well may you think that Bertram's mood	A2
To Wilfrid savage seem'd and rude	A2
Well may you think bold Risingham	L
Held Wilfrid trivial poor and tame	L
And small the intercourse I ween	M
Such uncongenial souls between	M
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V	A
Stern Bertram shunn'd the nearer way	E
Through Rokeby's park and chase that lay	E
And skirting high the valley's ridge	B2
They cross'd by Greta's ancient bridge	B2
Descending where her waters wind	C2
Free for a space and unconfined	C2
As 'scaped from Brignall's dark wood glen	M
She seeks wild Mortham's deeper den	M
There as his eye glanced o'er the mound	D2
Raised by that Legion long renown'd	D2
Whose votive shrine asserts their claim	L
Of pious faithful conquering fame	L
'Stern sons of war ' sad Wilfrid sigh'd	N
'Behold the boast of Roman pride	N
What now of all your toils are known	M
A grassy trench a broken stone '	-
This to himself for moral strain	M
To Bertram were address'd in vain	M
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VI	A
Of different mood a deeper sigh	A
Awoke when Rokeby's turrets high	A
Were northward in the dawning seen	M
To rear them o'er the thicket green	M
O then though Spenser's self had stray'd	T
Beside him through the lovely glade	T
Lending his rich luxuriant glow	O
Of fancy all its charms to show	O
Pointing the stream rejoicing free	A
As captive set at liberty	A
Flashing her sparkling waves abroad	E2
And clamouring joyful on her road	F2
Pointing where up the sunny banks	G2
The trees retire in scatter'd ranks	G2
Save where advanced before the rest	B
On knoll or hillock rears his crest	B
Lonely and huge the giant Oak	H2
As champions when their band is broke	H2
Stand forth to guard the rearward post	I2
The bulwark of the scatter'd host	I2
All this and more might Spenser say	E
Yet waste in vain his magic lay	E
While Wilfrid eyed the distant tower	C
Whose lattice lights Matilda's bower	C
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VII	A
The open vale is soon pass'd o'er	C
Rokeby though nigh is seen no more	C
Sinking mid Greta's thickets deep	J2
A wild and darker course they keep	J2
A stern and lone yet lovely road	F2
As e'er the foot of Minstrel trode	F2
Broad shadows o'er their passage fell	H
Deeper and narrower grew the dell	H
It seem'd some mountain rent and riven	M
A channel for the stream had given	M
So high the cliffs of limestone gray	E
Hung beetling o'er the torrent's way	E
Yielding along their rugged base	K2
A flinty footpath's niggard space	K2
Where he who winds 'twixt rock and wave	A
May hear the headlong torrent rave	A
And like a steed in frantic fit	F2
That flings the froth from curb and bit	F2
May view her chafe her waves to spray	E
O'er every rock that bars her way	E
Till foam globes on her eddies ride	F2
Thick as the schemes of human pride	F2
That down life's current drive amain	M
As frail as frothy and as vain	M
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VIII	A
The cliffs that rear their haughty head	F2
High o'er the river's darksome bed	F2
Were now all naked wild and gray	E
Now waving all with greenwood spray	E
Here trees to every crevice clung	L2
And o'er the dell their branches hung	L2
And there all splinter'd and uneven	M
The shiver'd rocks ascend to heaven	M
Oft too the ivy swathed their breast	F2
And wreathed its garland round their crest	F2
Or from the spires bade loosely flare	C
Its tendrils in the middle air	C
As pensons wont to wave of old	F2
O'er the high feast of Baron bold	F2
When revell'd loud the feudal rout	F2
And the arch'd halls return'd their shout	F2
Such and more wild is Greta's roar	C
And such the echoes from her shore	C
And so the ivied banners gleam	L
Waved wildly o'er the brawling stream	L
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IX	K2
Now from the stream the rocks recede	F2
But leave between no sunny mead	F2
No nor the spot of pebbly sand	F2
Oft found by such a mountain strand	F2
Forming such warm and dry retreat	F2
As fancy deems the lonely seat	F2
Where hermit wandering from his cell	H
His rosary might love to tell	H
But here 'twixt rock and river grew	C
A dismal grove of sable yew	C
With whose sad tints were mingled seen	M
The blighted fir's sepulchral green	M
Seem'd that tile trees their shadows cast	F2
The earth that nourish'd them to blast	F2
For never knew that swarthy grove	A
The verdant hue that fairies love	A
Nor wilding green nor woodland flower	C
Arose within its baleful bower	C
The dank and sable earth receives	K2
Its only carpet from the leaves	K2
That from the withering branches cast	F2
Bestrew'd the ground with every blast	F2
Though now the sun was o'er the hill	S
In this dark spot 'twas twilight still	S
Save that on Greta's further side	F2
Some straggling beams through copsewood glide	F2
And wild and savage contrast made	F2
That dingle's deep and funeral shade	F2
With the bright tints of early day	E
Which glimmering through the ivy spray	E
On the opposing summit lay	E
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X	K2
The lated peasant shun	M