Rokeby: Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Rokeby: Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
The hunting tribes of air and earth	B
Respect the brethren of their birth	B
Nature who loves the claim of kind	C
Less cruel chase to each assign'd	C
The falcon poised on soaring wing	D
Watches the wild duck by the spring	D
The slow hound wakes the fox's lair	E
The greyhound presses on the hare	E
The eagle pounces on the lamb	F
The wolf devours the fleecy dam	F
Even tiger fell and sullen bear	E
Their likeness and their lineage spare	E
Man only mars kind Nature's plan	G
And turns the fierce pursuit on man	G
Plying war's desultory trade	H
Incursion flight and ambuscade	H
Since Nimrod Cush's mighty son	I
At first the bloody game begun	I
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II	A
The Indian prowling for his prey	J
Who hears the settlers track his way	J
And knows in distant forest far	K
Camp his red brethren of the war	L
He when each double and disguise	M
To baffle the pursuit he tries	M
Low crouching now his head to hide	H
Where swampy streams through rushes glide	H
Now covering with the wither'd leaves	N
The foot prints that the dew receives	N
He skill'd in every sylvan guile	O
Knows not nor tries such various wile	O
As Risingham when on the wind	H
Arose the loud pursuit behind	H
In Redesdale his youth had heard	H
Each art her wily dalesmen dared	H
When Rooken edge and Redswair high	A
To bugle rung and bloodhound's cry	A
Announcing Jedwood axe and spear	P
And Lid'sdale riders in the rear	P
And well his venturous life had proved	H
The lessons that his childhood loved	H
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III	A
Oft had he shown in climes afar	K
Each attribute of roving war	L
The sharpen'd ear the piercing eye	A
The quick resolve in danger nigh	A
The speed that in the flight or chase	Q
Outstripp'd the Charib's rapid race	Q
The steady brain the sinewy limb	R
To leap to climb to dive to swim	R
The iron frame inured to bear	E
Each dire inclemency of air	E
Nor less confirm'd to undergo	S
Fatigue's faint chill and famine's throe	E
These arts he proved his life to save	T
In peril oft by land and wave	T
On Arawaca's desert shore	E
Or where La Plata's billows roar	E
When oft the sons of vengeful Spain	U
Track'd the marauder's steps in vain	U
These arts in Indian warfare tried	H
Must save him now by Greta's side	H
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IV	T
Twas then in hour of utmost need	H
He proved his courage art and speed	H
Now slow he stalk'd with stealthy pace	Q
Now started forth in rapid race	Q
Oft doubling back in mazy train	U
To blind the trace the dews retain	U
Now clombe the rocks projecting high	T
To baffle the pursuer's eye	T
Now sought the stream whose brawling sound	H
The echo of his footsteps drown'd	H
But if the forest verge he nears	V
There trample steeds and glimmer spears	V
If deeper down the copse he drew	E
He heard the rangers' loud halloo	O
Beating each cover while they came	W
As if to start the sylvan game	W
Twas then like tiger close beset	H
At every pass with toil and net	H
Counter'd where'er he turns his glare	E
By clashing arms and torches' flare	E
Who meditates with furious bound	H
To burst on hunter horse and hound	H
'Twas then that Bertram's soul arose	X
Prompting to rush upon his foes	X
But as that crouching tiger cow'd	H
By brandish'd steel and shouting crowd	H
Retreats beneath the jungle's shroud	H
Bertram suspends his purpose stern	Y
And couches in the brake and fern	Y
Hiding his face lest foemen spy	T
The sparkle of his swarthy eye	T
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V	T
Then Bertram might the bearing trace	Q
Of the bold youth who led the chase	Q
Who paused to list for every sound	H
Climb'd every height to look around	H
Then rushing on with naked sword	H
Each dingle's bosky depths explored	H
Twas Redmond by the azure eye	T
Twas Redmond by the locks that fly	T
Disorder'd from his glowing cheek	Z
Mien face and form young Redmond speak	Z
A form more active light and strong	A2
Ne'er shot the ranks of war along	A2
The modest yet the manly mien	B2
Might grace the court of maiden queen	B2
A face more fair you well might find	H
For Redmond's knew the sun and wind	H
Nor boasted from their tinge when free	T
The charm of regularity	T
But every feature had the power	E
To aid the expression of the hour	E
Whether gay wit and humour sly	T
Danced laughing in his light blue eye	T
Or bended brow and glance of fire	E
And kindling cheek spoke Erin's ire	E
Or soft and sadden'd glances show	S
Her ready sympathy with woe	S
Or in that wayward mood of mind	H
When various feelings are combined	H
When joy and sorrow mingle near	E
And hope's bright wings are check'd by fear	E
And rising doubts keep transport down	C2
And anger lends a short lived frown	C2
In that strange mood which maids approve	T
Even when they dare not call it love	T
With every change his features play'd	H
As aspens show the light and shade	H
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VI	T
Well Risingham young Redmond knew	E
And much he marvell'd that the crew	E
Roused to revenge bold Mortham dead	H
Were by that Mortham's foeman led	H
For never felt his soul the woe	S
That wails a generous foeman low	S
Far less that sense of justice strong	A2
That wreaks a generous foeman's wrong	A2
But small his leisure now to pause	D2
Redmond is first whate'er the cause	E2
And twice that Redmond came so near	E
Where Bertram couch'd like hunted deer	E
The very boughs his steps displace	Q
Rustled against the ruffian's face	Q
Who desperate twice prepared to start	H
And plunge his dagger in his heart	H
But Redmond turn'd a different way	J
And the bent boughs resumed their sway	J
And Bertram held it wise unseen	B2
Deeper to plunge in coppice green	B2
Thus circled in his coil the snake	F2
When roving hunters beat the brake	F2
Watches with red and glistening eye	T
Prepared if heedless step draw nigh	T
With forked tongue and venom'd fang	G2
Instant to dart the deadly pang	G2
But if the intruders turn aside	H
Away his coils unfolded glide	H
And through the deep savannah wind	H
Some undisturb'd retreat to find	H
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VII	T
But Bertram as he backward drew	E
And heard the loud pursuit renew	E
And Redmond's hollo on the wind	H
Oft mutterd in his savage mind	H
'Redmond O'Neale were thou and I	T
Alone this day's event to try	T
With not a second here to see	T
But the gray cliff and oaken tree	T
That voice of thine that shouts so loud	H
Should ne'er repeat its summons proud	H
No nor e'er try its melting power	E
Again in maiden's summer bower '	-
Eluded now behind him die	T
Faint and more faint each hostile cry	T
He stands in Scargill wood alone	H2
Nor hears he now a harsher tone	H2
Than the hoarse cushat's plaintive cry	T
Or Greta's sound that murmurs by	T
And on the dale so lone and wild	H
The summer sun in quiet smiled	H
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VIII	T
He listen'd long with anxious heart	H
Ear bent to hear and foot to start	H
And while his stretch'd attention glows	X
Refused his weary frame repose	X
Twas silence all he laid him down	C2
Where purple heath profusely strown	C2
And throatwort with its azure bell	O
And moss and thyme his cushion swell	O
There spent with toil he listless eyed	H
The course of Greta's playful tide	H
Beneath her banks now edding dun	C2
Now brightly gleaming to the sun	C2
As dancing over rock and stone	C2
In yellow light her currents shone	C2
Matching in hue the favourite gem	I2
Of Albin's mountain diadem	I2
Then tired to watch the current's play	J
He turn'd his weary eyes away	J
To where the bank opposing show'd	H
Its huge square cliffs through shaggy wood	H
One prominent above the rest	H
Rear'd to the sun its pale gray breast	H
Around its broken summit grew	E
The hazel rude and sable yew	E
A thousand varied lichens dyed	H
Its waste and weather beaten side	H
And round its rugged basis lay	J
By time or thunder rent away	J
Fragments that from its frontlet torn	C2
Were mantled now by verdant thorn	C2
Such was the scene's wild majesty	T
That fill'd stern Bertram's gazing eye	T
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IX	X
In sullen mood he lay reclined	H
Revolving in his stormy	T