The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. - The Island Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCCDCEE AF GCGGCHIJJ KLKKLMMJJ AN AOAAOPPJJ EJEEJQQJ ARRSSTTUUVVWWXXYYZZA 2A2 UB2B2C2C2TTD2D2UUE2E 2F2F2AA AG2G2H2H2CCZZJJRRJJI 2I2 I2J2J2A I2I2K2K2W I2I2XX AL2L2I2I2 I2EEI2I2JJI2I2M2M2I2 I2J AI2I2AAN2N2JJVVJJZZB BJJA L2O2O2M2M2DDL2L2FFMP 2I2I2I2I2AAI2I2L2L2U UL2L2ZZ I2I2 L2CCJJI2I2I2I2L2L2L2 L2AAI2 UI2I2UUCULLAACCI2I2I | A |
At morn the black cock trims his jetty wing | B |
'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay | C |
All Nature's children feel the matin spring | B |
Of life reviving with reviving day | C |
And while yon little bark glides down the bay | C |
Wafting the stranger on his way again | D |
Morn's genial influence roused a minstrel gray | C |
And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain | E |
Mixed with the sounding harp O white haired Allan bane | E |
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II | A |
Song | F |
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'Not faster yonder rowers' might | G |
Flings from their oars the spray | C |
Not faster yonder rippling bright | G |
That tracks the shallop's course in light | G |
Melts in the lake away | C |
Than men from memory erase | H |
The benefits of former days | I |
Then stranger go good speed the while | J |
Nor think again of the lonely isle | J |
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'High place to thee in royal court | K |
High place in battled line | L |
Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport | K |
Where beauty sees the brave resort | K |
The honored meed be thine | L |
True be thy sword thy friend sincere | M |
Thy lady constant kind and dear | M |
And lost in love's and friendship's smile | J |
Be memory of the lonely isle | J |
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III | A |
Song Continued | N |
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'But if beneath yon southern sky | A |
A plaided stranger roam | O |
Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh | A |
And sunken cheek and heavy eye | A |
Pine for his Highland home | O |
Then warrior then be thine to show | P |
The care that soothes a wanderer's woe | P |
Remember then thy hap erewhile | J |
A stranger in the lonely isle | J |
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'Or if on life's uncertain main | E |
Mishap shall mar thy sail | J |
If faithful wise and brave in vain | E |
Woe want and exile thou sustain | E |
Beneath the fickle gale | J |
Waste not a sigh on fortune changed | Q |
On thankless courts or friends estranged | Q |
But come where kindred worth shall smile | J |
To greet thee in the lonely isle ' | - |
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IV | A |
As died the sounds upon the tide | R |
The shallop reached the mainland side | R |
And ere his onward way he took | S |
The stranger cast a lingering look | S |
Where easily his eye might reach | T |
The Harper on the islet beach | T |
Reclined against a blighted tree | U |
As wasted gray and worn as he | U |
To minstrel meditation given | V |
His reverend brow was raised to heaven | V |
As from the rising sun to claim | W |
A sparkle of inspiring flame | W |
His hand reclined upon the wire | X |
Seemed watching the awakening fire | X |
So still he sat as those who wait | Y |
Till judgment speak the doom of fate | Y |
So still as if no breeze might dare | Z |
To lift one lock of hoary hair | Z |
So still as life itself were fled | A2 |
In the last sound his harp had sped | A2 |
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V | U |
Upon a rock with lichens wild | B2 |
Beside him Ellen sat and smiled | B2 |
Smiled she to see the stately drake | C2 |
Lead forth his fleet upon the lake | C2 |
While her vexed spaniel from the beach | T |
Bayed at the prize beyond his reach | T |
Yet tell me then the maid who knows | D2 |
Why deepened on her cheek the rose | D2 |
Forgive forgive Fidelity | U |
Perchance the maiden smiled to see | U |
Yon parting lingerer wave adieu | E2 |
And stop and turn to wave anew | E2 |
And lovely ladies ere your ire | F2 |
Condemn the heroine of my lyre | F2 |
Show me the fair would scorn to spy | A |
And prize such conquest of her eve | A |
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VI | A |
While yet he loitered on the spot | G2 |
It seemed as Ellen marked him not | G2 |
But when he turned him to the glade | H2 |
One courteous parting sign she made | H2 |
And after oft the knight would say | C |
That not when prize of festal day | C |
Was dealt him by the brightest fair | Z |
Who e'er wore jewel in her hair | Z |
So highly did his bosom swell | J |
As at that simple mute farewell | J |
Now with a trusty mountain guide | R |
And his dark stag hounds by his side | R |
He parts the maid unconscious still | J |
Watched him wind slowly round the hill | J |
But when his stately form was hid | I2 |
The guardian in her bosom chid | I2 |
'Thy Malcolm vain and selfish maid ' | - |
'T was thus upbraiding conscience said | I2 |
'Not so had Malcolm idly hung | J2 |
On the smooth phrase of Southern tongue | J2 |
Not so had Malcolm strained his eye | A |
Another step than thine to spy ' | - |
'Wake Allan bane ' aloud she cried | I2 |
To the old minstrel by her side | I2 |
'Arouse thee from thy moody dream | K2 |
I 'll give thy harp heroic theme | K2 |
And warm thee with a noble name | W |
Pour forth the glory of the Graeme ' | - |
Scarce from her lip the word had rushed | I2 |
When deep the conscious maiden blushed | I2 |
For of his clan in hall and bower | X |
Young Malcolm Graeme was held the flower | X |
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VII | A |
The minstrel waked his harp three times | L2 |
Arose the well known martial chimes | L2 |
And thrice their high heroic pride | I2 |
In melancholy murmurs died | I2 |
'Vainly thou bidst O noble maid ' | - |
Clasping his withered hands he said | I2 |
'Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain | E |
Though all unwont to bid in vain | E |
Alas than mine a mightier hand | I2 |
Has tuned my harp my strings has spanned | I2 |
I touch the chords of joy but low | J |
And mournful answer notes of woe | J |
And the proud march which victors tread | I2 |
Sinks in the wailing for the dead | I2 |
O well for me if mine alone | M2 |
That dirge's deep prophetic tone | M2 |
If as my tuneful fathers said | I2 |
This harp which erst Saint Modan swayed | I2 |
Can thus its master's fate foretell | J |
Then welcome be the minstrel's knell ' | - |
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VIII | A |
'But ah dear lady thus it sighed | I2 |
The eve thy sainted mother died | I2 |
And such the sounds which while I strove | A |
To wake a lay of war or love | A |
Came marring all the festal mirth | N2 |
Appalling me who gave them birth | N2 |
And disobedient to my call | J |
Wailed loud through Bothwell's bannered hall | J |
Ere Douglases to ruin driven | V |
Were exiled from their native heaven | V |
O if yet worse mishap and woe | J |
My master's house must undergo | J |
Or aught but weal to Ellen fair | Z |
Brood in these accents of despair | Z |
No future bard sad Harp shall fling | B |
Triumph or rapture from thy string | B |
One short one final strain shall flow | J |
Fraught with unutterable woe | J |
Then shivered shall thy fragments lie | A |
Thy master cast him down and die ' | - |
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IX | L2 |
Soothing she answered him 'Assuage | O2 |
Mine honored friend the fears of age | O2 |
All melodies to thee are known | M2 |
That harp has rung or pipe has blown | M2 |
In Lowland vale or Highland glen | D |
From Tweed to Spey what marvel then | D |
At times unbidden notes should rise | L2 |
Confusedly bound in memory's ties | L2 |
Entangling as they rush along | F |
The war march with the funeral song | F |
Small ground is now for boding fear | M |
Obscure but safe we rest us here | P2 |
My sire in native virtue great | I2 |
Resigning lordship lands and state | I2 |
Not then to fortune more resigned | I2 |
Than yonder oak might give the wind | I2 |
The graceful foliage storms may reeve | A |
'Fine noble stem they cannot grieve | A |
For me' she stooped and looking round | I2 |
Plucked a blue harebell from the ground | I2 |
'For me whose memory scarce conveys | L2 |
An image of more splendid days | L2 |
This little flower that loves the lea | U |
May well my simple emblem be | U |
It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as rose | L2 |
That in the King's own garden grows | L2 |
And when I place it in my hair | Z |
Allan a bard is bound to swear | Z |
He ne'er saw coronet so fair ' | - |
Then playfully the chaplet wild | I2 |
She wreathed in her dark locks and smiled | I2 |
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X | L2 |
Her smile her speech with winning sway | C |
Wiled the old Harper's mood away | C |
With such a look as hermits throw | J |
When angels stoop to soothe their woe | J |
He gazed till fond regret and pride | I2 |
Thrilled to a tear then thus replied | I2 |
'Loveliest and best thou little know'st | I2 |
The rank the honors thou hast lost | I2 |
O might I live to see thee grace | L2 |
In Scotland's court thy birthright place | L2 |
To see my favorite's step advance | L2 |
The lightest in the courtly dance | L2 |
The cause of every gallant's sigh | A |
And leading star of every eye | A |
And theme of every minstrel's art | I2 |
The Lady of the Bleeding Heart ' | - |
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XI | U |
'Fair dreams are these ' the maiden cried | I2 |
Light was her accent yet she sighed | I2 |
'Yet is this mossy rock to me | U |
Worth splendid chair and canopy | U |
Nor would my footstep spring more gay | C |
In courtly dance than blithe strathspey | U |
Nor half so pleased mine ear incline | L |
To royal minstrel's lay as thine | L |
And then for suitors proud and high | A |
To bend before my conquering eye | A |
Thou flattering bard thyself wilt say | C |
That grim Sir Roderick owns its sway | C |
The Saxon scourge Clan Alpine's pride | I2 |
The terror of Loch Lomond's side | I2 |
Sir Walter Scott
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