The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDEEFGG AHHIIJDD AIIIKIKILLIMMI DEENNDODOIIPP DQRSRTTUUVV DQQWWXXWWYYYZA2B2B2I I DPPLPLOOC2D2LLL DE2E2F2F2G2G2H2H2PP B2I2I2IIJ2J2K2L2CCMM M2M2N2N2O2O2 B2P2P2IITCL2 DDL2L2A2A2DD B2NNB2B2M2M2B2B2K2K2 CQ2CR2B2PP B2S2S2F2F2F2B2B2T2T2 B2P2G2P2G2T2T2IIT2T2 T2T2T2 DU2B2U2R2K2K2B2B2B2B 2IIB2B2T2T2 DV2B2T2T2B2B2B2W2W2B 2B2B2DT2T2X2T2T2X2W2 DT2T2B2T2B2B2B2B2Y2B 2B2B2B2I | A |
And said I that my limbs were old | B |
And said I that my blood was cold | B |
And that my kindly fire was fled | C |
And my poor wither'd heart was dead | C |
And that I might not sing of love | D |
How could I to the dearest theme | E |
That ever warm'd a minstrel's dream | E |
So foul so false a recreant prove | F |
How could I name love's very name | G |
Nor wake my heart to notes of flame | G |
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II | A |
In peace Love tunes the shepherd's reed | H |
In war he mounts the warrior's steed | H |
In halls in gay attire is seen | I |
In hamlets dances on the green | I |
Love rules the court the camp the grove | J |
And men below and saints above | D |
For love is heaven and heaven is love | D |
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III | A |
So thought Lord Cranstoun as I ween | I |
While pondering deep the tender scene | I |
He rode through Branksome's hawthorn green | I |
But the Page shouted wild and shrill | K |
And scarce his helmet could he don | I |
When downward from the shady hill | K |
A stately knight came pricking on | I |
That warrior's steed so dapple gray | L |
Was dark with sveat and splashed with clay | L |
His armor red with many a stain | I |
He seem'd in such a weary plight | M |
As if he had ridden the live long night | M |
For it was William of Deloraine | I |
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IV | D |
But no whit weary did he seem | E |
When dancing in the sunny beam | E |
He mark'd the crane on the Baron's crest | N |
For his ready spear was in his rest | N |
Few were the words and stern and high | D |
That mark'd the foemen's feudal hate | O |
For question fierce and proud reply | D |
Gave signal soon of dire debate | O |
Their very coursers seem'd to know | I |
That each was other's mortal foe | I |
And snorted fire when wheel'd around | P |
To give each foe his vantage ground | P |
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V | D |
In rapid round the Baron bent | Q |
He sigh'd a sigh and pray'd a prayer | R |
The prayer was to his patron saint | S |
The sigh was to his ladye fair | R |
Stout Deloraine nor sigh'd nor pray'd | T |
Nor saint nor ladye call'd to aid | T |
But he stoop'd his head and couch'd his spear | U |
And spurred his steed to full career | U |
The meeting of these champions proud | V |
Seem'd like the bursting thunder cloud | V |
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VI | D |
Stern was the dint the Borderer lent | Q |
The stately Baron backwards bent | Q |
Bent backwards to his horse's tail | W |
And his plumes went scattering on the gale | W |
The tough ash spear so stout and true | X |
Into a thousand flinders flew | X |
But Cranstoun's lance of more avail | W |
Pierc'd through like silk the Borderer's mail | W |
Through shield and jack and acton past | Y |
Deep in his bosom broke at last | Y |
Still sate the warrior saddle fast | Y |
Till stumbling in the mortal shock | Z |
Down went the steed the girthing broke | A2 |
Hurl'd on a heap lay man and horse | B2 |
The Baron onward pass'd his course | B2 |
Nor knew so giddy rolled his brain | I |
His foe lay stretch'd upon the plain | I |
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VII | D |
But when he rein'd his courser round | P |
And saw his foeman on the ground | P |
Lie senseless as the bloody clay | L |
He badehis page to stanch the wound | P |
And there beside the warrior stay | L |
And tend him in his doubtful state | O |
And lead him to Brauksome castle gate | O |
His noble mind was inly moved | C2 |
For the kinsman of the maid he loved | D2 |
'This shalt thou do without delay | L |
No longer here myself may stay | L |
Unless the swifter I speed away | L |
Short shrift will be at my dying day ' | - |
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VIII | D |
Away in speed Lord Cranstoun rode | E2 |
The Goblin Page behind abode | E2 |
His lord's command he ne'er withstood | F2 |
Though small his pleasure to do good | F2 |
As the corslet off he took | G2 |
The Dwarf espied the Mighty Book | G2 |
Much he marvell'd a knight of pride | H2 |
Like a book bosom'd priest should ride | H2 |
He thought not to search or stanch the wound | P |
Until the secret he had found | P |
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IX | B2 |
The iron band the iron clasp | I2 |
Resisted long the elfin grasp | I2 |
For when the first he had undone | I |
It closed as he the next begun | I |
Those iron chlsps that iron band | J2 |
Would not yield to unchristen'd hand | J2 |
Till he smear'd the cover o'er | K2 |
With the Borderer's curdled gore | L2 |
A moment then the volume spread | C |
And one short spell therein he read | C |
It had much of glamour might | M |
Could make a ladye seem a knight | M |
The cobwebs on a dungeon wall | M2 |
Seem tapestry in lordly hall | M2 |
A nut shell seem a gilded barge | N2 |
A sheeling seem a palace large | N2 |
And youth seem age and age seem youth | O2 |
All was delusion nought was truth | O2 |
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X | B2 |
He had not read another spell | P2 |
When on his cheek a buffet fell | P2 |
So fierce it stretch'd him on the plain | I |
Beside the wounded Deloraine | I |
From the ground he rose dismay'd | T |
And shook his huge and matted head | C |
One word he mutter'd and no more | L2 |
'Man of age thou smitest sore ' | - |
No more the Elfin Page durst try | D |
Into the wondrous Book to pry | D |
The clasps though smear'd with Christian gore | L2 |
Shut faster than they were before | L2 |
He hid it underneath his cloak | A2 |
Now if you ask who gave the stroke | A2 |
I cannot tell so mot I thrive | D |
It was not given by man alive | D |
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XI | B2 |
Unwillingly himself he address'd | N |
To do his master's high behest | N |
He lifted up the living corse | B2 |
And laid it on the weary horse | B2 |
He led him into Branksome hall | M2 |
Before the beards of the warders all | M2 |
And each did after swear and say | B2 |
There only pass'd a wain of hay | B2 |
He took him to Lord David's tower | K2 |
Even to the Ladye's secret bower | K2 |
And but that stronger spells were spread | C |
And the door might not be opened | Q2 |
He had laid him on her very bed | C |
Whate'er he did of gramarye | R2 |
Was always done maliciously | B2 |
He flung the warrior on the ground | P |
And the blood well'd freshly from the wound | P |
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XII | B2 |
As he repass'd the outer court | S2 |
He spied the fair young child at sport | S2 |
He thought to train him to the wood | F2 |
For at a word be it understood | F2 |
He was always for ill and never for good | F2 |
Seem'd to the boy some comrade gay | B2 |
Led him forth to the woods to play | B2 |
On the drawbridge the warders stout | T2 |
Saw a terrier and lurcher passing out | T2 |
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XIII | B2 |
He led the boy o'er bank and fell | P2 |
Until they came to a woodland brook | G2 |
The running stream dissolv'd the spell | P2 |
And his own elvish shape he took | G2 |
Could he have had his pleasure vilde | T2 |
He had crippled the joints of the noble child | T2 |
Or with his fingers long and lean | I |
Had strangled him in fiendish spleen | I |
But his awful mother he had in dread | T2 |
And also his power was limited | T2 |
So he but scowl'd on the startled child | T2 |
And darted through the forest wild | T2 |
The woodland brook he bounding cross'd | T2 |
And laugh'd and shouted 'Lost lost lost ' | - |
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XIV | D |
Full sore amaz'd at the wondrous change | U2 |
And frighten'd as a child might be | B2 |
At the wild yell and visage strange | U2 |
And the dark words of gramarye | R2 |
The child amidst the forest bower | K2 |
Stood rooted like a lily flower | K2 |
And when at length with trembling pace | B2 |
He sought to find where Branksome lay | B2 |
He fear'd to see that grisly face | B2 |
Glare from some thicket on his way | B2 |
Thus starting oft he journey'd on | I |
And deeper in the wood is gone | I |
For aye the more he sought his way | B2 |
The farther still he went astray | B2 |
Until he heard the mountains round | T2 |
Ring to the baying of a hound | T2 |
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XV | D |
And hark and hark the deep mouth'd bark | V2 |
Comes nigher still and nigher | B2 |
Bursts on the path a dark blood hound | T2 |
His tawny muzzle track'd the ground | T2 |
And his red eye shot fire | B2 |
Soon as the wilder'd child saw he | B2 |
He flew at him right furiouslie | B2 |
I ween you would have seen with joy | W2 |
The bearing of the gallant boy | W2 |
When worthy of his noble sire | B2 |
His wet cheek glow'd 'twixt fear and ire | B2 |
He faced the blood hound manfully | B2 |
And held his little bat on high | D |
So fierce he struck the dog afraid | T2 |
At cautious distance hoarsely bay'd | T2 |
But still in act to spring | X2 |
When dash'd an archer through the glade | T2 |
And when he saw the hound was stay'd | T2 |
He drew his tough bow string | X2 |
But a rough voice cried 'Shoot not hoy | W2 |
Ho shoot not Edward 'tis a boy ' | - |
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XVI | D |
The speaker issued from the wood | T2 |
And check'd his fellow's surly mood | T2 |
And quell'd the ban dog's ire | B2 |
He was an English yeoman good | T2 |
And born in Lancashire | B2 |
Well could he hit a fallow deer | B2 |
Five hundred feet him fro | B2 |
With hand more true and eye more clear | B2 |
No archer bended bow | Y2 |
His coal black hair shorn round and close | B2 |
Set off his sun burn'd face | B2 |
Old England's sign St George's cross | B2 |
His barret c | B2 |
Sir Walter Scott
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