The Bridal Of Triermain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBBCDDEEEEEE FFGHGHHGIJIIJEE EKEKEKELEL M M FNEEOOPPEEQRQRSTST EEEU UU VAVKWWXXEE YZYZIJIJIEIEEAEAA2WA 2W EK KPPIIB2B2C2C2ID2KK PPEEIIZZEEEEE2E2QQ XXEEEEII XXWWEEEEXX F2F2EEEEPEEEP EEEEXXG2PPG2 PPEPEIIIII W WWWWII PPIIntroduction | A |
I | - |
Come Lucy while 'tis morning hour | B |
The woodland brook we needs must pass | C |
So ere the sun assume his power | B |
We shelter in our poplar bower | B |
Where dew lies long upon the flower | B |
Though vanish'd from the velvet grass | C |
Curbing the stream this stony ridge | D |
May serve us for a silvan bridge | D |
For here compell'd to disunite | E |
Round petty isles the runnels glide | E |
And chafing off their puny spite | E |
The shallows murmurers waste their might | E |
Yielding to footstep free and light | E |
A dry shod pass from side to side | E |
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II | - |
Nay why this hesitating pause | F |
And Lucy as thy step withdraws | F |
Why sidelong eye the streamlet's brim | G |
Titania's foot without a slip | H |
Like thine though timid light and slim | G |
From stone to stone might safely trip | H |
Nor risk the glow worm clasp to dip | H |
That binds her slipper's silken rim | G |
Or trust thy lover's strength nor fear | I |
That this same stalwart arm of mine | J |
Which could yon oak's prone trunk uprear | I |
Shall shrink beneath the burden dear | I |
Of form so slender light and fine | J |
So now the danger dared at last | E |
Look back and smile at perils past | E |
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III | - |
And now we reach the favourite glade | E |
Paled in copsewood cliff and stone | K |
Where never harsher sounds invade | E |
To break affection's whispering tone | K |
Than the deep breeze that waves the shade | E |
Than the small brooklet's feeble moan | K |
Come rest thee on thy wonted seat | E |
Moss'd is the stone the turf is green | L |
A place where lovers best may meet | E |
Who would not that their love be seen | L |
The boughs that dim the summer sky | - |
Shall hide us from each lurking spy | - |
That fain would spread the invidious tale | M |
How Lucy of the lofty eye | - |
Noble in birth in fortunes high | - |
She for whom lords and barons sigh | - |
Meets her poor Arthur in the dale | M |
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IV | - |
How deep that blush how deep that sigh | - |
And why does Lucy shun mine eye | - |
Is it because that crimson draws | F |
Its colour from some secret cause | N |
Some hidden movement of the breast | E |
She would not that her Arthur guess'd | E |
O quicker far is lovers' ken | O |
Than the dull glance of common men | O |
And by strange sympathy can spell | P |
The thoughts the loved one will not tell | P |
And mine in Lucy's blush saw met | E |
The hues of pleasure and regret | E |
Pride mingled in the sigh her voice | Q |
And shared with Love the crimson glow | R |
Well pleased that thou art Arthur's choice | Q |
Yet shamed thine own is placed so low | R |
Thou turn'st thy self confessing cheek | S |
As if to meet the breeze's cooling | T |
Then Lucy hear thy tutor speak | S |
For Love too has his hours of schooling | T |
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V | - |
Too oft my anxious eye has spied | E |
That secret grief thou fain wouldst hide | E |
The passing pang of humbled pride | E |
Too oft when through the splendid hall | U |
The load star of each heart and eye | - |
My fair one leads the glittering ball | U |
Will her stol'n glance on Arthur fall | U |
With such a blush and such a sigh | - |
Thou wouldst not yield for wealth or rank | V |
The heart thy worth and beauty won | A |
Nor leave me on this mossy bank | V |
To meet a rival on a throne | K |
Why then should vain repinings rise | W |
That to thy lover fate denies | W |
A nobler name a wide domain | X |
A Baron's birth a menial train | X |
Since Heaven assign'd him for his part | E |
A lyre a falchion and a heart | E |
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VI | - |
My sword its master must be dumb | Y |
But when a soldier names my name | Z |
Approach my Lucy fearless come | Y |
Nor dread to hear of Arthur's shame | Z |
My heart 'mid all yon courtly crew | I |
Of lordly rank and lofty line | J |
Is there to love and honour true | I |
That boasts a pulse so warm as mine | J |
They praised thy diamonds' lustre rare | I |
Match'd with thine eyes I thought it faded | E |
They praised the pearls that bound thy hair | I |
I saw only the locks they braided | E |
They talk'd of wealthy dower and land | E |
And titles of high birth the token | A |
I thought of Lucy's heart and hand | E |
Nor knew the sense of what was spoken | A |
And yet if rank'd in Fortune's roll | A2 |
I might have learn'd their choice unwise | W |
Who rate the dower above the soul | A2 |
And Lucy's diamonds o'er her eyes | W |
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VII | - |
My lyre it is an idle toy | E |
That borrows accents not its own | K |
Like warbler of Colombian sky | - |
That sings in a mimic tone | K |
Ne'er did it sound o'er sainted well | P |
Nor boasts it aught of Border spell | P |
It strings no feudal slogan pour | I |
Its heroes draw no broad claymore | I |
No shouting clans applauses raise | B2 |
Because it sung their father's praise | B2 |
On Scottish moor or English down | C2 |
It ne'er was graced with fair renown | C2 |
Norwon best meed to minstrel true | I |
One favouring smile from fair BUCCLEUCH | D2 |
By one poor streamlet sounds its tone | K |
And heard by one dear maid alone | K |
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VIII | - |
But if thou bid'st these tones shall tell | P |
Of errant knight and damozelle | P |
Of a dread knot a Wizard tied | E |
In punishment of maiden's pride | E |
In notes of marvel and of fear | I |
That best may charm romantic ear | I |
For Lucy loves like COLLINS ill starred name | Z |
Whose lay's requital was that tardy fame | Z |
Who bound no laurel round his living head | E |
Should hang it o'er his monument when dead | E |
For Lucy loves to tread enchanted strand | E |
And thread like him the maze of fairy land | E |
Of golden battlements to view the gleam | E2 |
And slumber soft by some Elysian stream | E2 |
Such lays she loves and such my Lucy's choice | Q |
What other song can claim her Poet's voice | Q |
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Canto I | - |
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I | - |
Where is the maiden of mortal strain | X |
That may match with the Baron of Triermain | X |
She must be lovely and constant and kind | E |
Holy and pure and humble of mind | E |
Blithe of cheer and gentle of mood | E |
Courteous and generous and noble of blood | E |
Lovely as the sun's first ray | I |
When it breaks the clouds of an April day | I |
Constant and true as the widow'd dove | - |
Kind as a minstrel that sings of love | - |
Pure as the fountain in rocky cave | - |
Where never sunbeam kiss'd the wave | - |
Humble as a maiden that loves in vain | X |
Holy as a hermit's vesper strain | X |
Gentle as a breeze that but whispers and dies | W |
Yet blithe as the light leaves that dance in its sighs | W |
Courteous as monarch the morn he is crown'd | E |
Generous as spring dews that bless the glad ground | E |
Noble her blood as the currents that met | E |
In the veins of the noblest Plantangenet | E |
Such must her form be her mood and her strain | X |
That shall match with Sir Roland of Triermain | X |
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II | - |
Sir Roland de Vaux he hath laid him to sleep | F2 |
His blood it was fever'd his breathing was deep | F2 |
He had been pricking against the Scot | E |
The foray was long and the skirmish hot | E |
His dinted helm and his buckler's plight | E |
Bore token of a stubborn fight | E |
All in the castle must hold them still | P |
Harpers must lull him to his rest | E |
With the slow soft tunes he loves the best | E |
Till sleep sink down upon his breast | E |
Like the dew on a summer hill | P |
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III | - |
It was the dawn of an autumn day | E |
The sun was struggling with a frost fog grey | E |
That like a silvery crape was spread | E |
Round Skiddaw's dim and distant head | E |
And faintly gleam'd each painted pane | X |
Of the lordly halls of Triermain | X |
When that Baron bold awoke | G2 |
Starting he woke and loudly did call | P |
Rousing his menials in bower and hall | P |
While hastily he spoke | G2 |
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IV | - |
'Hearken my minstrels which of ye all | P |
Touch'd his harp with that dying fall | P |
So sweet so soft so faint | E |
It seem'd an angel's whisper'd call | P |
To an expiring saint | E |
And harken my merry men what time or where | I |
Did she pass that maid with her heavenly brow | I |
With her look so sweet and her eyes so fair | I |
And her graceful step and her angel air | I |
And the eagle plume in her dark brown hair | I |
That pass'd from my bower e'en now ' | - |
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V | - |
Answer'd him Richard de Bretville he | - |
Was chief of the Baron's minstrelsy | W |
'Silent noble chieftain we | - |
Have sat since midnight close | W |
When such lulling sounds as the brooklet sings | W |
Murmur'd from our melting strings | W |
And hush'd you to repose | W |
Had a harp note sounded here | I |
It had caught my watchful ear | I |
Although it fell as faint and shy | - |
As bashful maiden's half form'd sigh | - |
When she thinks her lover near ' | - |
Answer'd Philip of Fasthwaite tall | P |
He kept guard in the outer hall | P |
'Since at eve our | I |
Sir Walter Scott
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