Rokeby: Canto Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Rokeby: Canto Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
The summer sun whose early power	B
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower	B
And rouse her with his matin ray	C
Her duteous orisons to pay	C
That morning sun has three times seen	D
The flowers unfold on Rokeby green	D
But sees no more the slumbers fly	A
From fair Matilda's hazel eye	A
That morning sun has three times broke	E
On Rokeby's glades of elm and oak	E
But rising from their sylvan screen	D
Marks no grey turrets' glance between	D
A shapeless mass lie keep and tower	B
That hissing to the morning shower	B
Can but with smouldering vapour pay	C
The early smile of summer day	C
The peasant to his labour bound	F
Pauses to view the blacken'd mound	F
Striving amid the ruin'd space	G
Each well remember'd spot to trace	G
That length of frail and fire scorch'd wall	H
Once screen'd the hospitable hall	H
When yonder broken arch was whole	I
Twas there was dealt the weekly dole	I
And where yon tottering columns nod	J
The chapel sent the hymn to God	J
So flits the world's uncertain span	K
Nor zeal for God nor love for man	K
Gives mortal monuments a date	L
Beyond the power of Time and Fate	L
The towers must share the builder's doom	M
Ruin is theirs and his a tomb	M
But better boon benignant Heaven	N
To Faith and Charity has given	N
And bids the Christian hope sublime	O
Transcend the bounds of Fate and Time	O
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II	A
Now the third night of summer came	P
Since that which witness'd Rokeby's flame	P
On Brignall cliffs and Scargill brake	Q
The owlet's homilies awake	Q
The bittern scream'd from rush and flag	R
The raven slumber'd on his crag	R
Forth from his den the otter drew	S
Grayling and trout their tyrant knew	S
As between reed and sedge he peers	T
With fierce round snout and sharpen'd ears	T
Or prowling by the moonbeam cool	U
Watches the stream or swims the pool	U
Perch'd on his wonted eyrie high	A
Sleep seal'd the tercelet's wearied eye	A
That all the day had watch'd so well	V
The cushat dart across the dell	V
In dubious beam reflected shone	W
That lofty cliff of pale grey stone	W
Beside whose base the secret cave	X
To rapine late a refuge gave	X
The crag's wild crest of copse and yew	S
On Greta's breast dark shadows threw	S
Shadows that met or shunn'd the sight	Y
With every change of fitful light	Y
As hope and fear alternate chase	G
Our course through life's uncertain race	G
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III	A
Gliding by crag and copsewood green	D
A solitary form was seen	D
To trace with stealthy pace the wold	Z
Like fox that seeks the midnight fold	Z
And pauses oft and cowers dismay'd	A2
At every breath that stirs the shade	A2
He passes now the ivy bush	B2
The owl has seen him and is hush	C2
He passes now the dodder'd oak	R
Ye heard the startled raven croak	R
Lower and lower he descends	D2
Rustle the leaves the brushwood bends	D2
The otter hears him tread the shore	E2
And dives and is beheld no more	E2
And by the cliff of pale grey stone	W
The midnight wanderer stands alone	W
Methinks that by the moon we trace	G
A well remember'd form and face	G
That stripling shape that cheek so pale	F2
Combine to tell a rueful tale	F2
Of powers misused of passion's force	G2
Of guilt of grief and of remorse	G2
'Tis Edmund's eye at every sound	F
That flings that guilty glance around	F
'Tis Edmund's trembling haste divides	H2
The brushwood that the cavern hides	H2
And when its narrow porch lies bare	I2
'Tis Edmund's form that enters there	I2
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IV	X
His flint and steel have sparkled bright	Y
A lamp hath lent the cavern light	Y
Fearful and quick his eye surveys	J2
Each angle of the gloomy maze	J2
Since last he left that stern abode	K2
It seem'd as none its floor had trod	J
Untouch'd appeared the various spoil	L2
The purchase of his comrades' toil	L2
Masks and disguises grimed with mud	M2
Arms broken and defiled with blood	M2
And all the nameless tools that aid	A2
Night felons in their lawless trade	A2
Upon the gloomy walls were hung	R
Or lay in nooks obscurely flung	R
Still on the sordid board appear	N2
The relics of the noontide cheer	N2
Flagons and emptied flasks were there	I2
And bench o'erthrown and shatter'd chair	I2
And all around the semblance show'd	K2
As when the final revel glow'd	K2
When the red sun was setting fast	O2
And parting pledge Guy Denzil past	O2
'To Rokeby treasure vaults ' they quaff'd	O2
And shouted loud and wildly laugh'd	O2
Pour'd maddening from the rocky door	E2
And parted to return no more	E2
They found in Rokeby vaults their doom	M
A bloody death a burning tomb	M
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V	X
There his own peasant dress he spies	P2
Doff'd to assume that quaint disguise	P2
And shuddering thought upon his glee	X
When prank'd in garb of minstrelsy	P2
' be the fatal art accurst '	-
He cried 'that moved my folly first	O2
Till bribed by bandits' base applause	P2
I burst through God's and Nature's laws	P2
Three summer days are scantly past	O2
Since I have trod this cavern last	O2
A thoughtless wretch and prompt to err	I2
But as yet no murderer	B
Even now I list my comrades' cheer	N2
That general laugh is in mine ear	Q2
Which raised my pulse and steel'd my heart	O2
As I rehearsed my treacherous part	O2
And would that all since then could seem	R2
The phantom of a fever's dream	R2
But fatal Memory notes too well	V
The horrors of the dying yell	V
From my despairing mates that broke	R
When flash'd the fire and roll'd the smoke	R
When the avengers shouting came	P
And hemm'd us 'twixt the sword and flame	P
My frantic flight the lifted brand	O2
That angel's interposing hand	O2
If for my life from slaughter freed	O2
I yet could pay some grateful meed	O2
Perchance this object of my quest	O2
May aid' he turn'd nor spoke the rest	O2
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VI	X
Due northward from the rugged hearth	S2
With paces five he metes the earth	T2
Then toil'd with mattock to explore	E2
The entrails of the cavern floor	E2
Nor paused till deep beneath the ground	O2
His search a small steel casket found	O2
Just as he stoop'd to loose its hasp	C
His shoulder felt a giant grasp	C
He started and look'd up aghast	O2
Then shriek'd 'Twas Bertram held him fast	O2
'Fear not ' he said but who could hear	Q2
That deep stern voice and cease to fear	N2
'Fear not By heaven he shakes as much	U2
As partridge in the falcon's clutch '	-
He raised him and unloosed his hold	O2
While from the opening casket roll'd	O2
A chain and reliquaire of gold	O2
Bertram beheld it with surprise	P2
Gazed on its fashion and device	P2
Then cheering Edmund as he could	O2
Somewhat he smooth'd his rugged mood	O2
For still the youth's half lifted eye	X
Quiver'd with terror's agony	X
And sidelong glanced as to explore	E2
In meditated flight the door	E2
'Sit ' Bertram said 'from danger free	X
Thou canst not and thou shalt not flee	X
Chance brings me hither hill and plain	V2
I've sought for refuge place in vain	V2
And tell me now thou aguish boy	W2
What makest thou here what means this toy	W2
Denzil and thou I mark'd were ta'en	X2
What lucky chance unbound your chain	V2
I deem'd long since on Baliol's tower	B
Your heads were warp'd with sun and shower	B
Tell me the whole and mark nought e'er	B
Chafes me like falsehood or like fear '	-
Gathering his courage to his aid	O2
But trembling still the youth obey'd	O2
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VII	X
'Denzil and I two nights pass'd o'er	B
In fetters on the dungeon floor	E2
A guest the third sad morrow brought	O2
Our hold dark Oswald Wycliffe sought	O2
And eyed my comrade long askance	P2
With fix'd and penetrating glance	P2
'Guy Denzil art thou call'd ' 'The same '	-
'At Court who served wild Buckinghame	P
Thence banish'd won a keeper's place	P2
So Villiers will'd in Marwood chase	P2
That lost I need not tell thee why	X
Thou madest thy wit thy wants supply	X
Then fought for Rokeby Have I guess'd	O2
My prisoner right ' 'At thy behest '	-
He paused awhile and then went on	Y2
With low and confidential tone	W
Me as I judge not then he saw	P2
Close nestled in my couch of straw	P2
List to me Guy Thou know'st the great	O2
Have frequent need of what they hate	O2
Hence in their favour oft we see	X
Unscrupled useful men like thee	X
Were I disposed to bid thee live	X
What pledge of faith hast thou to give '	-
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VIII	X
'The ready Fiend who never yet	O2
Hath failed to sharpe	C