The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHHGGCCIJ KKLMNN OOPPQQRMMLSSTTQQUU QQQJJQQJVJJWWNN QQQQQQXXJJJKKQQJJJXX QQPQQQQQQPQYYQQQQQQZ Z P OOTTTJJ PA2B2A2OXOXO PC2A2C2A2A2A2OV PD2D2QQQQQD2D2Q PJJQQODA2A2 PQQE2E2E2E2F2XXF2 PA2OA2A2OTTOOJJTT PD2QD2QJOJOOQOOQ XOQOQOOJOJOJQJ E2E2 XOOOOOQOQPQJQJQQQQ QC2C2PIntroduction | A |
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The way was long the wind was cold | B |
The Minstrel was infirm and old | B |
His wither'd cheek and tresses gray | C |
Seem'd to have known a better day | C |
The harp his sole remaining joy | D |
Was carried by an orphan boy | D |
The last of all the Bards was he | E |
Who sung of Border chivalry | E |
For welladay their date was fled | F |
His tuneful brethren all were dead | F |
And he neglected and oppress'd | G |
Wish'd to be with them and at rest | G |
No more on prancing palfrey borne | H |
He caroll'd light as lark at morn | H |
No longer courted and caress'd | G |
High placed in hall a welcome guest | G |
He pour'd to lord and lady gay | C |
The unpremeditated lay | C |
Old times were changed old manners gone | I |
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne | J |
The bigots of the iron time | K |
Had call'd hs harmless art a crime | K |
A wandering Harper scorn'd and poor | L |
He begg'd his bread from door to door | M |
And timed to please a peasant's ear | N |
The harp a king had loved to hear | N |
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He pass'd where Newark's stately tower | O |
Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower | O |
The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye | P |
No humbler resting place was nigh | P |
With hesitating step at last | Q |
The embattled portal arch he bunny'd | Q |
Whose ponderous grate and massy bar | R |
Had oft roll'd back the tide of war | M |
But never closed the iron door | M |
Against the desolate and poor | L |
The Duchess marked his weary pace | S |
His timid mien and reverend face | S |
And bade her page the menials tell | T |
That they should tend the old man well | T |
For she had known adversity | Q |
Though born in such a high degree | Q |
In pride of power in beauty's bloom | U |
Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb | U |
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When kindness had his wants supplied | Q |
And the old man was gratified | Q |
Began to rise his minstrel pride | Q |
And he began to talk anon | J |
Of good Earl Francis dead and gone | J |
And of Earl Walter rest him God | Q |
A braver ne'er to battle rode | Q |
And how full many a tale he knew | J |
Of the old warriors of Buccleuch | V |
And would the noble Duchess deign | J |
To listen to an old man's strain | J |
Though stiff his hand his voice though weak | W |
He thought even yet the sooth to speak | W |
That if she loved the harp to hear | N |
He could make music to her ear | N |
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The humble boon was soon obtain'd | Q |
The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd | Q |
But when he reach'd the room of state | Q |
Where she with all her ladies sate | Q |
Perchance he wished his boon denied | Q |
For when to tune his harp he tried | Q |
His trembling hand had lost the ease | X |
Which marks security to please | X |
And scenes long past of joy and pain | J |
Came wildering o'er his aged brain | J |
He tried to tune his harp in vain | J |
The pitying Duchess praised its chime | K |
And gave him heart and gave him time | K |
Till every string's according glee | Q |
Was blended into harmony | Q |
And then he said he would full fain | J |
He could recall an ancient strain | J |
He never thought to sing again | J |
It was not framed for village churls | X |
But for high dames and mighty carls | X |
He had play'd it to King Charles the Good | Q |
When he kept court in Holyrood | Q |
And much he wish'd yet fear'd to try | P |
The long forgotten melody | Q |
Amid the strings his fingers stray'd | Q |
And an uncertain warbling made | Q |
And oft he shook his hoary head | Q |
But when he caught the measure wild | Q |
The old man raised his face and smiled | Q |
And lighten'd up his faded eye | P |
With all a poet's ecstasy | Q |
In varying cadence soft or strong | Y |
He swept the sounding chords along | Y |
The present scene the future lot | Q |
His toils his wants were all forgot | Q |
Cold diffidence and age's frost | Q |
In the full tide of song were lost | Q |
Each blank in faithless memory void | Q |
The poet's glowing thought supplied | Q |
And while his harp responsive rung | Z |
'Twas thus the Latest Minstrel sung | Z |
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Canto I | P |
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The feast was over in Branksome tower | O |
And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower | O |
Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell | T |
Deadly to hear and deadly to tell | T |
Jesu Maria shield us well | T |
No living wight save the Ladye alone | J |
Had dared to cross the threshold stone | J |
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II | P |
The tables were drawn it was idlesse all | A2 |
Knight and page and household squire | B2 |
Loiter'd through the lofty hall | A2 |
Or crowded round the ample fire | O |
The staghours weary with the chase | X |
Lay stretch'd upon the rusy foloor | O |
And urged in dreams the forest race | X |
From Teviot stone to Eskdale moor | O |
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III | P |
Nine and twenty knights of fame | C2 |
Hung their shields in Branksome Hall | A2 |
Nine and twenty squires of name | C2 |
Brought them their steeds to bower from stall | A2 |
Nine and twenty yeomen tall | A2 |
Waited duteous on them all | A2 |
They were all knights of mettle true | O |
Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch | V |
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IV | P |
Ten of them were sheathed in steel | D2 |
With belted sword and spur on heel | D2 |
They quitted not their harness bright | Q |
Neither by day nor yet by night | Q |
They lay down to rest | Q |
With corslet laced | Q |
Pillow'd on buckler cold and hard | Q |
They carved at the meal | D2 |
With gloves of steel | D2 |
And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd | Q |
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V | P |
Ten squires ten yeomen mail clad men | J |
Waited the beck of the warders ten | J |
Thirty steeds both fleet and wight | Q |
Stood saddled in stable day and night | Q |
Barbed with frontlet of steel I trow | O |
And with Jedwood axe at saddlebow | D |
A hundred more fed free in stall | A2 |
Such was the custom of Branksome Hall | A2 |
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VI | P |
Why do these steeds stand ready dight | Q |
Why watch these warriors arm'd by night | Q |
They watch to hear the blood hound baying | E2 |
They watch to hear the war horn braying | E2 |
To see St George's red cross streaming | E2 |
To see the midnight beacon gleaming | E2 |
They watch against Southern force and guile | F2 |
Lest Scroop or Howard or Percy's powers | X |
Threaten Branksome's lordly towers | X |
From Warkwork or Naworth or merry Carlisle | F2 |
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VII | P |
Such is the custom of Branksome Hall | A2 |
Many a valiant knight is here | O |
But he the chieftain of them all | A2 |
His sword hangs rusting on the wall | A2 |
Beside his broken spear | O |
Bards long shall tell | T |
How Lord Walter fell | T |
When startled burghers fled afar | O |
The furies of the Border war | O |
When the streets of high Dunedin | J |
Saw lances gleam and falchion redden | J |
And heard the slogan's deadly yell | T |
Then the Chef of Branksome fell | T |
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VIII | P |
Can piety the discord heal | D2 |
Or stanch the death feud's enmity | Q |
Can Christian lore can patriot zeal | D2 |
Can love of blessed charity | Q |
No vainly to each holy shrine | J |
In mutual pilgrimage they drew | O |
Implored in vain the grace divine | J |
For chiefs their own red falchions slew | O |
While Cessford owns the rule of Carr | O |
While Ettrick boasts the line of Scott | Q |
The slaughter'd chiefs the mortal jar | O |
The havoc of the feudal war | O |
Shall never never be forgot | Q |
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IX | X |
In sorrow o'er Lord Walter's bier | O |
The warlike foresters had bent | Q |
And many a flower and many a tear | O |
Old Teviot's maids and matrons lent | Q |
But o'er her warrior's bloody bier | O |
The Ladye dropp'd nor flowers nor tear | O |
Vengeance deep brooding o'er the slain | J |
Had lock'd the source of softer woe | O |
And burning pride and high disdain | J |
Forbade the rising tear to flow | O |
Until amid his sorrowing clan | J |
Her son lisp'd from the nurse's knee | Q |
'And if I live to be a man | J |
My father's death revenged shall be ' | - |
Then fast the mother's tears did seek | E2 |
To dew the infant's kindling cheek | E2 |
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X | X |
All loose her negligent attire | O |
All loose her golden hair | O |
Hung Margaret o'er her slaughter'd sire | O |
And wept in wild despair | O |
But not alone the bitter tear | O |
Had filial grief supplied | Q |
For hopeless love and anxious fear | O |
Had lent their mingled tide | Q |
Nor in her mother's alter'd eye | P |
Dared she to look for sympathy | Q |
Her lover 'gainst her father's clan | J |
With Carr in arms had stood | Q |
When Mathouse burn to Melrose ran | J |
All purple with their blood | Q |
And well she knew her mother dread | Q |
Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed | Q |
Would see her on her dying bed | Q |
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XI | Q |
Of noble race the Ladye came | C2 |
Her father was a clerk of fame | C2 |
Of | P |
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