The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Iv. - The Prophecy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEFEE AGGHHIIGGJJJ JJKL MNJO AKKPQJJDDRRSSM TTJJUUUV EJJJ MMWWPQ DJXXYYXXZJXXJN WJXXDDA2A2B2B2HHC2C2 D2E2DDXXF2F2 DWHXXG2G2N EXXEEH2H2DDXXI2I2JJJ 2J2XXK2K2L2L2M2M2E EHHXXJJJJN2N2XXJJJ EEEH DDJ JJJXXJJXXHHEEHHDDHJA 2 DDDHH DJJJHHXXHHO2O2XXP2P2 XXJJXXH DJ XXEEQ2| I | A |
| The rose is fairest when 't is budding new | B |
| And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears | C |
| The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew | B |
| And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears | D |
| O wilding rose whom fancy thus endears | D |
| I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave | E |
| Emblem of hope and love through future years ' | F |
| Thus spoke young Norman heir of Armandave | E |
| What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave | E |
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| II | A |
| Such fond conceit half said half sung | G |
| Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue | G |
| All while he stripped the wild rose spray | H |
| His axe and bow beside him lay | H |
| For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood | I |
| A wakeful sentinel he stood | I |
| Hark on the rock a footstep rung | G |
| And instant to his arms he sprung | G |
| 'Stand or thou diest What Malise soon | J |
| Art thou returned from Braes of Doune | J |
| By thy keen step and glance I know | J |
| Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe ' | - |
| For while the Fiery Cross tried on | J |
| On distant scout had Malise gone | J |
| 'Where sleeps the Chief ' the henchman said | K |
| 'Apart in yonder misty glade | L |
| To his lone couch I'll be your guide ' | - |
| Then called a slumberer by his side | M |
| And stirred him with his slackened bow | N |
| 'Up up Glentarkin rouse thee ho | J |
| We seek the Chieftain on the track | O |
| Keep eagle watch till I come back ' | - |
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| III | A |
| Together up the pass they sped | K |
| 'What of the foeman ' Norman said | K |
| 'Varying reports from near and far | P |
| This certain that a band of war | Q |
| Has for two days been ready boune | J |
| At prompt command to march from Doune | J |
| King James the while with princely powers | D |
| Holds revelry in Stirling towers | D |
| Soon will this dark and gathering cloud | R |
| Speak on our glens in thunder loud | R |
| Inured to bide such bitter bout | S |
| The warrior's plaid may bear it out | S |
| But Norman how wilt thou provide | M |
| A shelter for thy bonny bride '' | - |
| 'What know ye not that Roderick's care | T |
| To the lone isle hath caused repair | T |
| Each maid and matron of the clan | J |
| And every child and aged man | J |
| Unfit for arms and given his charge | U |
| Nor skiff nor shallop boat nor barge | U |
| Upon these lakes shall float at large | U |
| But all beside the islet moor | V |
| That such dear pledge may rest secure ' | - |
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| IV | E |
| ''Tis well advised the Chieftain's plan | J |
| Bespeaks the father of his clan | J |
| But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dhu | J |
| Apart from all his followers true ' | - |
| 'It is because last evening tide | M |
| Brian an augury hath tried | M |
| Of that dread kind which must not be | W |
| Unless in dread extremity | W |
| The Taghairm called by which afar | P |
| Our sires foresaw the events of war | Q |
| Duncraggan's milk white bull they slew ' | - |
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| Malise | D |
| 'Ah well the gallant brute I knew | J |
| The choicest of the prey we had | X |
| When swept our merrymen Gallangad | X |
| His hide was snow his horns were dark | Y |
| His red eye glowed like fiery spark | Y |
| So fierce so tameless and so fleet | X |
| Sore did he cumber our retreat | X |
| And kept our stoutest kerns in awe | Z |
| Even at the pass of Beal 'maha | J |
| But steep and flinty was the road | X |
| And sharp the hurrying pikeman's goad | X |
| And when we came to Dennan's Row | J |
| A child might scathless stroke his brow | N |
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| V | W |
| Norman | J |
| 'That bull was slain his reeking hide | X |
| They stretched the cataract beside | X |
| Whose waters their wild tumult toss | D |
| Adown the black and craggy boss | D |
| Of that huge cliff whose ample verge | A2 |
| Tradition calls the Hero's Targe | A2 |
| Couched on a shelf beneath its brink | B2 |
| Close where the thundering torrents sink | B2 |
| Rocking beneath their headlong sway | H |
| And drizzled by the ceaseless spray | H |
| Midst groan of rock and roar of stream | C2 |
| The wizard waits prophetic dream | C2 |
| Nor distant rests the Chief but hush | D2 |
| See gliding slow through mist and bush | E2 |
| The hermit gains yon rock and stands | D |
| To gaze upon our slumbering bands | D |
| Seems he not Malise dike a ghost | X |
| That hovers o'er a slaughtered host | X |
| Or raven on the blasted oak | F2 |
| That watching while the deer is broke | F2 |
| His morsel claims with sullen croak ' | - |
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| Malise | D |
| 'Peace peace to other than to me | W |
| Thy words were evil augury | H |
| But still I hold Sir Roderick's blade | X |
| Clan Alpine's omen and her aid | X |
| Not aught that gleaned from heaven or hell | G2 |
| Yon fiend begotten Monk can tell | G2 |
| The Chieftain joins him see and now | N |
| Together they descend the brow ' | - |
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| VI | E |
| And as they came with Alpine's Lord | X |
| The Hermit Monk held solemn word | X |
| 'Roderick it is a fearful strife | E |
| For man endowed with mortal life | E |
| Whose shroud of sentient clay can still | H2 |
| Feel feverish pang and fainting chill | H2 |
| Whose eye can stare in stony trance | D |
| Whose hair can rouse like warrior's lance | D |
| 'Tis hard for such to view unfurled | X |
| The curtain of the future world | X |
| Yet witness every quaking limb | I2 |
| My sunken pulse mine eyeballs dim | I2 |
| My soul with harrowing anguish torn | J |
| This for my Chieftain have I borne | J |
| The shapes that sought my fearful couch | J2 |
| A human tongue may ne'er avouch | J2 |
| No mortal man save he who bred | X |
| Between the living and the dead | X |
| Is gifted beyond nature's law | K2 |
| Had e'er survived to say he saw | K2 |
| At length the fateful answer came | L2 |
| In characters of living flame | L2 |
| Not spoke in word nor blazed in scroll | M2 |
| But borne and branded on my soul | M2 |
| WHICH SPILLS THE FOREMOST FOEMAN'S LIFE | E |
| THAT PARTY CONQUERS IN THE STRIFE ' | - |
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| VII | E |
| 'Thanks Brian for thy zeal and care | H |
| Good is thine augury and fair | H |
| Clan Alpine ne'er in battle stood | X |
| But first our broadswords tasted blood | X |
| A surer victim still I know | J |
| Self offered to the auspicious blow | J |
| A spy has sought my land this morn | J |
| No eve shall witness his return | J |
| My followers guard each pass's mouth | N2 |
| To east to westward and to south | N2 |
| Red Murdoch bribed to be his guide | X |
| Has charge to lead his steps aside | X |
| Till in deep path or dingle brown | J |
| He light on those shall bring him clown | J |
| But see who comes his news to show | J |
| Malise what tidings of the foe ' | - |
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| VIII | E |
| 'At Doune o'er many a spear and glaive | E |
| Two Barons proud their banners wave | E |
| I saw the Moray's silver star | H |
| And marked the sable pale of Mar ' | - |
| 'By Alpine's soul high tidings those | D |
| I love to hear of worthy foes | D |
| When move they on ' 'To morrow's noon | J |
| Will see them here for battle boune ' | - |
| 'Then shall it see a meeting stern | J |
| But for the place say couldst thou learn | J |
| Nought of the friendly clans of Earn | J |
| Strengthened by them we well might bide | X |
| The battle on Benledi's side | X |
| Thou couldst not well Clan Alpine's men | J |
| Shall man the Trosachs' shaggy glen | J |
| Within Loch Katrine's gorge we'll fight | X |
| All in our maids' and matrons' sight | X |
| Each for his hearth and household fire | H |
| Father for child and son for sire Lover | H |
| for maid beloved But why | E |
| Is it the breeze affects mine eye | E |
| Or dost thou come ill omened tear | H |
| A messenger of doubt or fear | H |
| No sooner may the Saxon lance | D |
| Unfix Benledi from his stance | D |
| Than doubt or terror can pierce through | H |
| The unyielding heart of Roderick Dhu | J |
| 'tis stubborn as his trusty targe | A2 |
| Each to his post all know their charge ' | - |
| The pibroch sounds the bands advance | D |
| The broadswords gleam the banners dance' | D |
| Obedient to the Chieftain's glance | D |
| I turn me from the martial roar | H |
| And seek Coir Uriskin once more | H |
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| IX | D |
| Where is the Douglas he is gone | J |
| And Ellen sits on the gray stone | J |
| Fast by the cave and makes her moan | J |
| While vainly Allan's words of cheer | H |
| Are poured on her unheeding ear | H |
| 'He will return dear lady trust | X |
| With joy return he will he must | X |
| Well was it time to seek afar | H |
| Some refuge from impending war | H |
| When e'en Clan Alpine's rugged swarm | O2 |
| Are cowed by the approaching storm | O2 |
| I saw their boats with many a light | X |
| Floating the livelong yesternight | X |
| Shifting like flashes darted forth | P2 |
| By the red streamers of the north | P2 |
| I marked at morn how close they ride | X |
| Thick moored by the lone islet's side | X |
| Like wild ducks couching in the fen | J |
| When stoops the hawk upon the glen | J |
| Since this rude race dare not abide | X |
| The peril on the mainland side | X |
| Shall not thy noble father's care | H |
| Some safe retreat for thee prepare ' | - |
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| X | D |
| Ellen | J |
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| 'No Allan no ' Pretext so kind | X |
| My wakeful terrors could not blind | X |
| When in such tender tone yet grave | E |
| Douglas a parting blessing gave | E |
| The tear th | Q2 |
Sir Walter Scott
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