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The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto V. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Call it not vain they do not err	B
Who say that when the Poet dies	C
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper	B
And celebrates his obsequies	C
Who say tall cliff and cavern lone	D
For the departed Bard make moan	D
That mountains weep in crystal rill	E
That flowers in tears of balm distill	E
Through his lov'd groves that breezes sigh	A
And oaks in deeper groan reply	A
And rivers teach their rushing wave	F
To murmur dirges round his grave	F
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II	A
Not that in sooth o'er mortal urn	G
Those things inanimate can mourn	H
But that the stream the wood the gale	I
Is vocal with the plaintive wail	I
Of those who else forgotten long	J
Liv'd in the poet's faithful song	J
And with the poet's parting breath	K
Whose memory feels a second death	K
The Maid's pale shade who wails her lot	L
That love true love should be forgot	L
From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear	B
Upon the gentle Minstrel's bier	B
The phantom Knight his glory fled	M
Mourns o'er the field he heap'd with dead	M
Mounts the wild blast that sweeps amain	H
And shrieks along the battle plain	H
The Chief whose antique crownlet long	J
Still sparkled in the feudal song	J
Now from the mountain's misty throne	H
Sees in the thanedom once his own	H
His ashes undistinguish'd lie	A
His place his power his memory die	A
His groans the lonely caverns fill	E
His tears of rage impel the rill	E
All mourn the Minstrel's harp unstrung	J
Their name unknown their praise unsung	J
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III	A
Scarcely the hot assault was staid	N
The terms of truce were scarcely made	N
When they could spy from Branksome's towers	C
The advancing march of martial powers	C
Thick clouds of dust afar appear'd	O
And trampling steeds were faintly heard	P
Bright spears above the columns dun	H
Glanced momentary to the sun	H
And feudal banners fair display'd	N
The bands that moved to Branksome's aid	N
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IV	F
Vails not to tell each hardy clan	H
From the fair Middle Marches came	Q
The Bloody Heart blaz'd in the van	H
Announcing Douglas dreaded name	Q
Vails not to tell what steeds did spurn	H
Where the Seven Spears of Wedderburne	H
Their men in battle order set	R
And Swinton laid the lance in rest	S
That tamed of yore the sparkling crest	S
Of Clarence's Plantagenet	S
Nor list I say what hundreds more	B
From the rich Merse and Lammermore	B
And Tweed's fair borders to the war	B
Beneath the crest of Old Dunbar	B
And Hepburn's mingled banners come	T
Down the steep mountain glittering far	B
And shouting still 'A Home a Home '	-
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V	F
Now squire and knight from Branksome sent	S
On many a courteous message went	S
To every chief and lord they paid	S
Meet thanks for prompt and powerful aid	S
And told them how a truce was made	S
And how a day of fight was ta'en	H
'Twixt Musgrave and stout Deloraine	H
And how the Ladye pray'd them dear	B
That all would stay the fight to see	F
And deign in love and courtesy	F
To taste of Branksome cheer	B
Nor while they bade to feast each Scot	S
Were England's noble Lords forgot	S
Himself the hoary Seneschal	E
Rode forth in seemly terms to call	E
Those gallant foes to Branksome Hall	E
Accepted Howard than whom knight	S
Was never dubb'd more bold in fight	S
Nor when from war and armor free	F
More fam'd for stately courtesy	F
But angry Dacre rather chose	C
In his pavilion to repose	C
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VI	F
Now noble Dame perchance you ask	J
How these two hostile armies met	S
Deeming it were no easy task	J
To keep the truce which here was set	S
Where martial spirits all on fire	B
Breathed only blood and mortal ire	B
By mutual inroads mutual blows	C
By habit and by nation foes	C
They met on Teviot's strand	S
They met and sate them mingled down	H
Without a threat without a frown	H
As brothers meet in foreign land	S
The hands the spear that lately grasp'd	S
Still in the mailed gauntlet clasp'd	S
Were interchang'd in greeting dear	B
Visors were raised and faces shown	H
And many a friend to friend made known	H
Partook of social cheer	B
Some drove the jolly bowl about	S
With dice and draughts some chas'd the day	S
And some with many a merry shout	S
In riot revelry and rout	S
Pursued the foot ball play	S
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VII	F
Yet be it known had bugles blown	H
Or sign of war been seen	H
Those bands so fair together rang'd	S
Those hands so frankly interchang'd	S
Had dyed with gore the green	H
The merry shout by Teviot side	S
Had sunk in war cries wild and wide	S
And in the groan of death	K
And whingers now in friendship bare	B
The social meal to part and share	B
Had found a bloody sheath	U
'Twixt truce and war such sudden change	V
Was not infrequent nor held strange	V
In the old Border day	S
But yet on Branksome's towers and town	H
In peaceful merriment sunk down	H
The sun's declining ray	S
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VIII	F
The blithsome signs of wassel gay	S
Decay'd not with the dying day	S
Soon through the lattic'd windows tall	E
Of lofty Branksome's lordly hall	E
Divided square by shafts of stone	H
Huge flakes of ruddy lustre shone	H
Nor less the gilded rafters rang	J
With merry harp and beakers' clang	J
And frequent on the darkening plain	H
Loud hollo whoop or whistle ran	H
As bands their stragglers to regain	H
Give the shrill watchword of their clan	H
And revellers o'er their bowls proclaim	Q
Douglas or Dacre's conquering name	Q
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IX	C
Less frequent heard and fainter still	E
At length the various clamors died	S
And you might hear from Branksome hill	E
No sound but Teviot's rushing tide	S
Save when the changing sentinel	E
The challenge of his watch could tell	E
And save where through the dark profound	S
The clanging axe and hammer's sound	S
Rung from the nether lawn	H
For many a busy hand toil'd there	B
Strong pales to shape and beams to square	B
The lists' dread barriers to prepare	B
Against the morrow's dawn	H
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X	C
Margaret from hall did soon retreat	S
Despite the Dame's reproving eye	F
Nor mark'd she as she left her seat	S
Full many a stifled sigh	F
For many a noble warrior strove	F
To win the Flower of Teviot's love	F
And many a bold ally	F
With throbbing head and anxious heart	S
All in her lonely bower apart	S
In broken sleep she lay	S
Betimes from silken couch she rose	C
While yet the banner'd hosts repose	C
She view'd the dawning day	S
Of all the hundreds sunk to rest	S
First woke the loveliest and the best	S
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XI	C
She gaz'd upon the inner court	S
Which in the tower's tall shadow lay	S
Where coursers' clang and stamp and snort	S
Had rung the livelong yesterday	S
Now still as death till stalking slow	E
The jingling spurs announc'd his tread	S
A stately warrior pass'd below	E
But when he rais'd his plumed head	S
Bless'd Mary can it be	C
Secure as if in Ousenam bowers	C
He walks through Branksome's hostile towers	C
With fearless step and free	C
She dar'd not sign she dar'd not speak	J
Oh if one page's slumbers break	J
His blood the price must pay	S
Not all the pearls Queen Mary wears	C
Not Margaret's yet more precious tears	C
Shall buy his life a day	S
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XII	C
Yet was his hazard small for well	E
You may bethink you of the spell	E
Of that sly urchin page	W
This to his lord he did impart	S
And made him seem by glamour art	S
A knight from Hermitage	X
Unchalleng'd thus the warder's post	S
The court unchalleng'd thus he cross'd	S
For all the vassalage	X
But O what magic's quaint disguise	C
Could blind fair Margaret s azure eyes	C
She started from her seat	S
While with surprise and fear she strove	F
And both could scarcely master love	F
Lord Henry's at her feet	S
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XIII	C
Oft have I mus'd what purpose bad	S
That foul malicious urchin had	S
To bring this meeting round	S
For happy love's a heavenly sight	S
And by a vile malignant sprite	S
In such no joy is found	S
And oft I've deem'd perchance he thought	S
Their erring passion might have wrought	S
Sorrow and sin and shame	Q
And death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight	S
And to the gentle ladye bright	S
Disgrace and loss of	F