Rokeby: Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
The hunting tribes of air and earthB
Respect the brethren of their birthB
Nature who loves the claim of kindC
Less cruel chase to each assign'dC
The falcon poised on soaring wingD
Watches the wild duck by the springD
The slow hound wakes the fox's lairE
The greyhound presses on the hareE
The eagle pounces on the lambF
The wolf devours the fleecy damF
Even tiger fell and sullen bearE
Their likeness and their lineage spareE
Man only mars kind Nature's planG
And turns the fierce pursuit on manG
Plying war's desultory tradeH
Incursion flight and ambuscadeH
Since Nimrod Cush's mighty sonI
At first the bloody game begunI
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IIA
The Indian prowling for his preyJ
Who hears the settlers track his wayJ
And knows in distant forest farK
Camp his red brethren of the warL
He when each double and disguiseM
To baffle the pursuit he triesM
Low crouching now his head to hideH
Where swampy streams through rushes glideH
Now covering with the wither'd leavesN
The foot prints that the dew receivesN
He skill'd in every sylvan guileO
Knows not nor tries such various wileO
As Risingham when on the windH
Arose the loud pursuit behindH
In Redesdale his youth had heardH
Each art her wily dalesmen daredH
When Rooken edge and Redswair highA
To bugle rung and bloodhound's cryA
Announcing Jedwood axe and spearP
And Lid'sdale riders in the rearP
And well his venturous life had provedH
The lessons that his childhood lovedH
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IIIA
Oft had he shown in climes afarK
Each attribute of roving warL
The sharpen'd ear the piercing eyeA
The quick resolve in danger nighA
The speed that in the flight or chaseQ
Outstripp'd the Charib's rapid raceQ
The steady brain the sinewy limbR
To leap to climb to dive to swimR
The iron frame inured to bearE
Each dire inclemency of airE
Nor less confirm'd to undergoS
Fatigue's faint chill and famine's throeE
These arts he proved his life to saveT
In peril oft by land and waveT
On Arawaca's desert shoreE
Or where La Plata's billows roarE
When oft the sons of vengeful SpainU
Track'd the marauder's steps in vainU
These arts in Indian warfare triedH
Must save him now by Greta's sideH
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IVT
Twas then in hour of utmost needH
He proved his courage art and speedH
Now slow he stalk'd with stealthy paceQ
Now started forth in rapid raceQ
Oft doubling back in mazy trainU
To blind the trace the dews retainU
Now clombe the rocks projecting highT
To baffle the pursuer's eyeT
Now sought the stream whose brawling soundH
The echo of his footsteps drown'dH
But if the forest verge he nearsV
There trample steeds and glimmer spearsV
If deeper down the copse he drewE
He heard the rangers' loud hallooO
Beating each cover while they cameW
As if to start the sylvan gameW
Twas then like tiger close besetH
At every pass with toil and netH
Counter'd where'er he turns his glareE
By clashing arms and torches' flareE
Who meditates with furious boundH
To burst on hunter horse and houndH
'Twas then that Bertram's soul aroseX
Prompting to rush upon his foesX
But as that crouching tiger cow'dH
By brandish'd steel and shouting crowdH
Retreats beneath the jungle's shroudH
Bertram suspends his purpose sternY
And couches in the brake and fernY
Hiding his face lest foemen spyT
The sparkle of his swarthy eyeT
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VT
Then Bertram might the bearing traceQ
Of the bold youth who led the chaseQ
Who paused to list for every soundH
Climb'd every height to look aroundH
Then rushing on with naked swordH
Each dingle's bosky depths exploredH
Twas Redmond by the azure eyeT
Twas Redmond by the locks that flyT
Disorder'd from his glowing cheekZ
Mien face and form young Redmond speakZ
A form more active light and strongA2
Ne'er shot the ranks of war alongA2
The modest yet the manly mienB2
Might grace the court of maiden queenB2
A face more fair you well might findH
For Redmond's knew the sun and windH
Nor boasted from their tinge when freeT
The charm of regularityT
But every feature had the powerE
To aid the expression of the hourE
Whether gay wit and humour slyT
Danced laughing in his light blue eyeT
Or bended brow and glance of fireE
And kindling cheek spoke Erin's ireE
Or soft and sadden'd glances showS
Her ready sympathy with woeS
Or in that wayward mood of mindH
When various feelings are combinedH
When joy and sorrow mingle nearE
And hope's bright wings are check'd by fearE
And rising doubts keep transport downC2
And anger lends a short lived frownC2
In that strange mood which maids approveT
Even when they dare not call it loveT
With every change his features play'dH
As aspens show the light and shadeH
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VIT
Well Risingham young Redmond knewE
And much he marvell'd that the crewE
Roused to revenge bold Mortham deadH
Were by that Mortham's foeman ledH
For never felt his soul the woeS
That wails a generous foeman lowS
Far less that sense of justice strongA2
That wreaks a generous foeman's wrongA2
But small his leisure now to pauseD2
Redmond is first whate'er the causeE2
And twice that Redmond came so nearE
Where Bertram couch'd like hunted deerE
The very boughs his steps displaceQ
Rustled against the ruffian's faceQ
Who desperate twice prepared to startH
And plunge his dagger in his heartH
But Redmond turn'd a different wayJ
And the bent boughs resumed their swayJ
And Bertram held it wise unseenB2
Deeper to plunge in coppice greenB2
Thus circled in his coil the snakeF2
When roving hunters beat the brakeF2
Watches with red and glistening eyeT
Prepared if heedless step draw nighT
With forked tongue and venom'd fangG2
Instant to dart the deadly pangG2
But if the intruders turn asideH
Away his coils unfolded glideH
And through the deep savannah windH
Some undisturb'd retreat to findH
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VIIT
But Bertram as he backward drewE
And heard the loud pursuit renewE
And Redmond's hollo on the windH
Oft mutterd in his savage mindH
'Redmond O'Neale were thou and IT
Alone this day's event to tryT
With not a second here to seeT
But the gray cliff and oaken treeT
That voice of thine that shouts so loudH
Should ne'er repeat its summons proudH
No nor e'er try its melting powerE
Again in maiden's summer bower '-
Eluded now behind him dieT
Faint and more faint each hostile cryT
He stands in Scargill wood aloneH2
Nor hears he now a harsher toneH2
Than the hoarse cushat's plaintive cryT
Or Greta's sound that murmurs byT
And on the dale so lone and wildH
The summer sun in quiet smiledH
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VIIIT
He listen'd long with anxious heartH
Ear bent to hear and foot to startH
And while his stretch'd attention glowsX
Refused his weary frame reposeX
Twas silence all he laid him downC2
Where purple heath profusely strownC2
And throatwort with its azure bellO
And moss and thyme his cushion swellO
There spent with toil he listless eyedH
The course of Greta's playful tideH
Beneath her banks now edding dunC2
Now brightly gleaming to the sunC2
As dancing over rock and stoneC2
In yellow light her currents shoneC2
Matching in hue the favourite gemI2
Of Albin's mountain diademI2
Then tired to watch the current's playJ
He turn'd his weary eyes awayJ
To where the bank opposing show'dH
Its huge square cliffs through shaggy woodH
One prominent above the restH
Rear'd to the sun its pale gray breastH
Around its broken summit grewE
The hazel rude and sable yewE
A thousand varied lichens dyedH
Its waste and weather beaten sideH
And round its rugged basis layJ
By time or thunder rent awayJ
Fragments that from its frontlet tornC2
Were mantled now by verdant thornC2
Such was the scene's wild majestyT
That fill'd stern Bertram's gazing eyeT
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IXX
In sullen mood he lay reclinedH
Revolving in his stormyT

Sir Walter Scott



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