Rokeby: Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEEFFEEGGHHII AJJKLMMHHNNOOHHHHAAP PHH AKLAAQQRREESETTEEUUH H THHQQUUTTHHVVEOWWHHE EHHXXHHHYYTT TQQHHHHTTZZA2A2B2B2H HTTEETTEESSHHEEC2C2T THH TEEHHSSA2A2D2E2EEQQH HJJB2B2F2F2TTG2G2HHH H TEEHHTTTTHHE TTH2H2TTHH THHXXC2C2OOHHC2C2C2C 2I2I2JJHHHHEEHHJJC2C 2TT XHTI | 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 |
Sir Walter Scott
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