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The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Fill the bright goblet spread the festive board	B
Summon the gay the noble and the fair	C
Through the loud hall in joyous concert pour'd	B
Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care	C
But ask thou not if Happiness be there	C
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe	C
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear	C
Lift not the festal mask enough to know	D
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe	D
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II	A
With beaker's clang with harpers' lay	E
With all that olden time deem'd gay	E
The Island Chieftain feasted high	A
But there was in his troubled eye	A
A gloomy fire and on his brow	C
Now sudden flush'd and faded now	C
Emotions such as draw their birth	F
From deeper source than festal mirth	F
By fits he paused and harper's strain	G
And jester's tale went round in vain	G
Or fell but on his idle ear	C
Like distant sounds which dreamers hear	C
Then would he rouse him and employ	H
Each art to aid the clamorous joy	H
And call for pledge and lay	E
And for brief space of all the crowd	I
As he was loudest of the loud	I
Seem gayest of the gay	E
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III	A
Yet nought amiss the bridal throng	J
Mark'd in brief mirth or musing long	J
The vacant brow the unlistening ear	C
They gave to thoughts of raptures near	C
And his fierce starts of sudden glee	K
Seem'd bursts of bridegroom's ecstasy	K
Nor thus alone misjudged the crowd	I
Since lofty Lorn suspicious proud	I
And jealous of his honour'd line	L
And that keen knight De Argentine	M
From England sent on errand high	A
The western league more firm to tie	A
Both deem'd in Ronald's mood to find	N
A lover's transport troubled mind	N
But one sad heart one tearful eye	A
Pierced deeper through the mystery	K
And watch'd with agony and fear	C
Her wayward bridegroom's varied cheer	C
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IV	A
She watch'd yet fear'd to meet his glance	O
And he shunn'd hers till when by chance	O
They met the point of foeman's lance	O
Had given a milder pang	P
Beneath the intolerable smart	Q
He writhed then sternly mann'd his heart	Q
To play his hard but destined part	Q
And from the table sprang	P
'Fill me the mighty cup ' he said	R
'Erst own'd by royal Somerled	R
Fill it till on the studded brim	S
In burning gold the bubbles swim	S
And every gem of varied shine	L
Glow doubly bright in rosy wine	L
To you brave Lord and brother mine	L
Of Lorn this pledge I drink	T
The Union of Our House with thine	L
By this fair bridal link '	-
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V	A
'Let it pass round ' quoth He of Lorn	L
'And in good time that winded horn	L
Must of the Abbot tell	U
The laggard monk is come at last '	-
Lord Ronald heard the bugle blast	R
And on the floor at random cast	R
The untasted goblet fell	U
But when the Warder in his ear	C
Tells other news his blither cheer	C
Returns like sun of May	E
When through a thunder cloud it beams	V
Lord of two hundred isles he seems	V
As glad of brief delay	E
As some poor criminal might feel	W
When from the gibbet or the wheel	W
Respited for a day	E
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VI	A
'Brother of Lorn ' with hurried voice	X
He said 'and you fair lords rejoice	X
Here to augment our glee	A
Come wandering knights from travel far	C
Well proved they say in strife of war	C
And tempest on the sea	A
Ho give them at your board such place	Y
As best their presences may grace	Y
And bid them welcome free '	-
With solemn step and silver wand	R
The Seneschal the presence scann'd	R
Of these strange guests and well he knew	L
How to assign their rank its due	L
For though the costly furs	Z
That erst had deck'd their caps were torn	L
And their gay robes were over worn	L
And soil'd their gilded spurs	Z
Yet such a high commanding grace	Y
Was in their mien and in their face	Y
As suited best the princely dais	A2
And royal canopy	A
And there he marshall'd them their place	Y
First of that company	A
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VII	A
Then lords and ladies spake aside	R
And angry looks the error chide	R
That gave to guests unnamed unknown	L
A place so near their prince's throne	L
But Owen Erraught said	R
'For forty tears a seneschal	A
To marshal guests in bower and hall	A
Has been my honour'd trade	R
Worship and birth to me are known	L
By look by bearing and by tone	L
Not by furr'd robe or broider'd zone	L
And 'gainst an oaken bough	C
I'll gage my silver wand of state	R
That these three strangers oft have sate	R
In higher place than now '	-
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VIII	A
'I too ' the aged Ferrand said	R
'Am qualified by minstrel trade	R
Of rank and place to tell	A
Mark'd ye the younger stranger's eye	A
My mates how quick how keen how high	A
How fierce its flashes fell	A
Glancing among the noble rout	R
As if to seek the noblest out	R
Because the owner might not brook	B2
On any save his peers to look	B2
And yet it moves me more	C
That steady calm majestic brow	C
With which the elder chief even now	C
Scann'd the gay presence o'er	C
Life being of superior kind	R
In whose high toned impartial mind	R
Degrees of mortal rank and state	R
Seem objects of indifferent weight	R
The lady too though closely tied	R
Her motions' veil both face and eye	A
Her motions' grace it could not hide	R
Nor could her form's fair symmetry '	-
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IX	Y
Suspicious doubt and lordly scorn	L
Lour'd on the haughty front of Lorn	L
From underneath his brows of pride	R
The stranger guests her sternly eyed	R
And whisper'd closely what the ear	C
Of Argentine alone might hear	C
Then question'd high and brief	A
If in their voyage aught they knew	L
Of the rebellious Scottish crew	L
Who to Rath Erin's shelter drew	L
With Carrick's outlaw'd Chief	A
And if their winter's exile o'er	C
They harbour'd still by Ulster's shore	C
Or launch'd their galleys on the main	L
To vex their native land again	L
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X	Y
That younger stranger fierce and high	A
At once confronts the Chieftain's eye	A
With look of equal scorn	L
'Of rebels have we nought to show	D
But if of royal Bruce thou'dst know	D
I warn thee he has sworn	L
Ere thrice three days shall come and go	D
His banner Scottish winds shall blow	D
Despite each mean or mighty foe	D
From England's every bill and bow	C
To Allaster of Lorn '	-
Kindled the mountain Chieftain's ire	C
But Ronald quench'd the rising fire	C
'Brother it better suits the time	C2
To chase the night with Ferrand's rhyme	C2
Than wake 'midst mirth and wine the jars	Y
That flow from these unhappy wars '	-
'Content ' said Lorn and spoke apart	R
With Ferrand master of his art	R
Then whisper'd Argentine	L
'The lay I named will carry smart	R
To these bold strangers' haughty heart	R
If right his guess of mine '	-
He ceased and it was silence all	A
Until the minstrel waked the hall	A
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XI	Y
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The Broach of Lorn	L
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'Whence the broach of burning gold	R
That clasps the Chieftain's mantle fold	R
Wrought and chased with rare device	Y
Studded fair with gems of price	Y
On the varied tartans beaming	D2
As through night's pale rainbow gleaming	D2
Fainter now now seen afar	C
Fitful shines the northern star	C
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'Gem ne'er wrought on Highland mountain	L
Did the fairy of the fountain	L
Or the mermaid of the wave	A
Frame thee in some coral cave	A
Did in Iceland's darksome mine	L
Dwarf's swart hands thy metal twine	L
Or mortal moulded comest thou here	C
From England's love or France's fear	C
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XII	Y
	-
Song Continued	R
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'No thy splendours nothing tell	A
Foreign art or faery spell	A
Moulded thou for monarch's use	Y
By the overweening Bruce	Y
When the royal robe he tied	R
O'er a heart of wrath and pride	R
Thence in triumph wert thou torn	L
By the victor hand of Lorn	L
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'When the gem was won and lost	R
Widely was the war cry toss'd	R
Rung aloud Bendourish fell	A
Answer'd Douchart's sounding dell	A
Fled the deer from wild Teyndrum	C2
When the homicide o'ercome	C2
Hardly 'scaped with scathe and scorn	L
Left the pledge with conquering Lorn	L
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XIII	Y
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Song Continued	R
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'Vain was then the Douglas brand	R
Vain the Campbell's vaunted hand	R
Vain Kirkpatrick's bloody dirk	E2
Making sure of murder's work	E2
Barendown fled fast away	E
Fled the fiery De la Haye	E
When this broach triumphant borne	L
Beam'd upon the breast of Lorn	L
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'Farthest fled its former Lord	R
Left his men to brand and cord	R
Bloody brand of Highland steel	A
English gibbet axe and wheel	A
Let him fly from coast to coast	R
Dogg'd by Comyn's vengeful ghost	R
While his spoils in triumph worn	L
Long shall grace victorious Lorn '	-
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XIV	A
As glares the tiger o	D