The Gray Brother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB ADAD EFGF HDHD IBIB JKLK MHN LBLB BOBO PBOB LBLB LQLQ RSRS TLTL LCUC VBWB LSLT VXWX BYBY XBTB ZLA2L TFTE TLTL B2C2D2C2 BXBX B E2S LSX XSF2 G2SX BSX SBSXBB LBLBThe Pope he was saying the high high mass | A |
All on Saint Peter's day | B |
With the power to him given by the saints of heaven | C |
To wash men's sins away | B |
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The Pope he was saying the blessed mass | A |
And the people kneel'd around | D |
And from each man's soul his sins did pass | A |
As he kiss'd the holy ground | D |
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And all among the crowded throng | E |
Was still both limb and tongue | F |
While through vaulted roof and aisles aloof | G |
The holy accents rung | F |
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At the holiest word he quiver'd for fear | H |
And falter'd in the sound | D |
And when he would the chalice rear | H |
He dropp'd it to the ground | D |
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'The breath of one of evil deed | I |
Pollutes our sacred day | B |
He has no portion in our creed | I |
No part in what I say | B |
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'A being whom no blessed word | J |
To ghostly peace can bring | K |
A wretch at whose approach abhorr'd | L |
Recoils each holy thing | K |
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'Up up unhappy haste arise | M |
My adjuration fear | H |
I charge thee not to stop my voice | N |
Nor longer tarry here ' | - |
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Amid them all a pilgrim kneel'd | L |
In gown of sackcloth grey | B |
Far journeying from his native field | L |
He first saw Rome that day | B |
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For forty days and nights so drear | B |
I ween he had not spoke | O |
And save with bread and water clear | B |
His fast he ne'er had broke | O |
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Amid the penitential flock | P |
Seem'd none more bent to pray | B |
But when the Holy Father spoke | O |
He rose and went his way | B |
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Again unto his native land | L |
His weary course he drew | B |
To Lothian's fair and fertile strand | L |
And Pentland's mountains blue | B |
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His unblest feet his native seat | L |
'Mid Eske's fair woods regain | Q |
Thro' woods more fair no stream more sweet | L |
Rolls to the eastern main | Q |
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And lords to meet the pilgrim came | R |
And vassals bent the knee | S |
For all 'mid Scotland's chiefs of fame | R |
Was none more famed than he | S |
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And boldly for his country still | T |
In battle he had stood | L |
Ay even when on the banks of Till | T |
Her noblest pour'd their blood | L |
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Sweet are the paths O passing sweet | L |
By Eske's fair streams that run | C |
O'er airy steep through copsewood deep | U |
Impervious to the sun | C |
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There the rapt poet's step may rove | V |
And yield the muse the day | B |
There Beauty led by timid Love | W |
May shun the tell tale ray | B |
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From that fair dome where suit is paid | L |
By blast of bugle free | S |
To Auchendinny's hazel glade | L |
And haunted Woodhouselee | T |
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Who knows not Melville's beechy grove | V |
And Roslin's rocky glen | X |
Dalkeith which all the virtues love | W |
And classic Hawthornden | X |
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Yet never a path from day to day | B |
The pilgrim's footsteps range | Y |
Save but the solitary way | B |
To Burndale's ruin'd grange | Y |
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A woful place was that I ween | X |
As sorrow could desire | B |
For nodding to the fall was each crumbling wall | T |
And the roof was scathed with fire | B |
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It fell upon a summer's eve | Z |
While on Carnethy's head | L |
The last faint gleams of the sun's low beams | A2 |
Had streak'd the grey with red | L |
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And the convent bell did vespers tell | T |
Newbattle's oaks among | F |
And mingled with the solemn knell | T |
Our Ladye's evening song | E |
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The heavy knell the choir's faint swell | T |
Came slowly down the wind | L |
And on the pilgrim's ear they fell | T |
As his wonted path he did find | L |
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Deep sunk in thought I ween he was | B2 |
Nor ever raised his eye | C2 |
Until he came to that dreary place | D2 |
Which did all in ruins lie | C2 |
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He gazed on the walls so scathed with fire | B |
With many a bitter groan | X |
And there was aware of a Gray Friar | B |
Resting him on a stone | X |
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'Now Christ thee save ' said the Gray Brother | B |
'Some pilgrim thou seemest to be ' | - |
But in sore amaze did Lord Albert gaze | E2 |
Nor answer again made he | S |
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'O come ye from east or come ye from west | L |
Or bring reliques from over the sea | S |
Or come ye from the shrine of St James the divine | X |
Or St John of Beverley ' | - |
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'I come not from the shrine of St James the divine | X |
Nor bring reliques from over the sea | S |
I bring but a curse from our father the Pope | F2 |
Which for ever will cling to me ' | - |
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'Now woful pilgrim say not so | G2 |
But kneel thee down to me | S |
And shrive thee so clean of thy deadly sin | X |
That absolved thou mayst be ' | - |
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'And who art thou thou Gray Brother | B |
That I should shrive to thee | S |
When He to whom are given the keys of earth and heaven | X |
Has no power to pardon me ' | - |
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'O I am sent from a distant clime | S |
Five thousand miles away | B |
And all to absolve a foul foul crime | S |
Done | X |
here | B |
'twixt night and day | B |
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The pilgrim kneel'd him on the sand | L |
And thus began his saye | B |
When on his neck an ice cold hand | L |
Did that Gray Brother laye | B |
Sir Walter Scott
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