The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCCCCDD AEEAACCFFGGCCHHEIIE AJJCCKKIILMAANNAKCC AOOOPQQQPRRSSLLLTL ALLU RRUCCEVVEWWE AXXACCAYY RRLLZLLZYYA2AYA ARRLLRAARLLLCRR ARRAAAARRB2B2CCCCRRR RRAR YLLRRCCALLLACCLL YAALDDLDDDC CCC2C2Y RRLRR AA Y L RRYYD2D2CC LLAALLCC Y R AAYYRRLL RRAAC2C2LL Y R RRE2E2EELL RRAARRL AD| 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 |
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| 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 |
Sir Walter Scott
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