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

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I	A
Hast thou not mark'd when o'er thy startled head	B
Sudden and deep the thunder peal has roll'd	C
How when its echoes fell a silence dead	B
Sunk on the wood the meadow and the wold	C
The rye glass shakes not on the sod built fold	C
The rustling aspen's leaves are mute and still	D
The wall flower waves not on the ruin'd hold	C
Till murmuring distant first then near and shrill	D
The savage whirlwind wakes and sweeps the groaning hill	D
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II	A
Artornish such a silence sunk	E
Upon thy halls when that grey Monk	E
His prophet speech had spoke	F
And his obedient brethren's sail	G
Was stretch'd to meet the southern gale	G
Before a whisper woke	F
Then murmuring sounds of doubt and fear	H
Close pour'd in many an anxious ear	I
The solemn stillness broke	F
And still they gazed with eager guess	J
Where in an oriel's deep recess	J
The Island Prince seem'd bent to press	J
What Lorn by his impatient cheer	H
And gesture fierce scarce deign'd to hear	I
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III	A
Starting at length with frowning look	K
His hand he clench'd his head he shook	K
And sternly flung apart	L
'And deem'st thou me so mean of mood	M
As to forget the mortal feud	M
And clasp the hand with blood inbrued	M
From my dear Kinsman's heart	M
Is this thy rede a due return	N
For ancient league and friendship sworn	O
But well our mountain proverb shows	P
The faith of Islesmen ebbs and flows	P
Be it even so believe ere long	Q
He that now bears shall wreak the wrong	Q
Call Edith call the Maid of Lorn	O
My sister slaves for further scorn	O
Be sure nor she nor I will stay	M
Away De Argentine away	M
We nor ally nor brother know	O
In Bruce's friend or England's foe '	-
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IV	R
But who the Chieftain's rage can tell	S
When sought from lowest dungeon cell	S
To highest tower the castle round	M
No Lady Edith was there found	M
He shouted 'Falsehood treachery	T
Revenge and blood a lordly meed	M
To him that will avenge the deed	M
A Baron's lands ' His frantic mood	M
Was scarcely by the news withstood	M
That Morag shared his sister's flight	M
And that in hurry of the night	M
'Scaped noteless and without remark	U
Two strangers sought the Abott's bark	U
'Man every galley fly pursue	V
The priest his treachery shall rue	V
Ay and the time shall quickly come	W
When we shall hear the thanks that Rome	X
Will pay his feigned prophecy '	-
Such was fierce Lorn's indignant cry	A
And Cormac Doil in haste obey'd	M
Hoisted his sail his anchor weigh'd	M
For glad of each pretext for spoil	Y
A pirate sworn was Cormac Doil	Y
But others lingering spoke apart	M
'The maid has given her maiden heart	M
To Ronald of the Isles	Z
And fearful lest her brother's word	M
Bestow her on that English Lord	M
She seeks Iona's piles	Z
And wisely deems it best to dwell	Y
A votaress in the holy cell	Y
Until these feuds so fierce and fell	Y
The Abbot reconciles '	-
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V	T
As impotent of ire the hall	Y
Echoed to Lorn's impatient call	Y
'My horse my mantle and my train	O
Let none who honours Lorn remain '	-
Courteous but stern a bold request	M
To Bruce De Argentine express'd	M
'Lord Earl ' he said 'I cannot chuse	A2
But yield such title to the Bruce	B2
Though name and earldom both are gone	O
Since he braced rebel's armour on	O
But Earl or Serf rude phrase was thine	O
Of late and launch'd at Argentine	O
Such as compels me to demand	M
Redress of honour at thy hand	M
We need not to each other tell	Y
That both can wield their weapons well	Y
Then do me but the soldier grace	C2
This glove upon thy helm to place	C2
Where we may meet in fight	M
And I will say as still I've said	M
Though by ambition far misled	M
Thou art a noble knight '	-
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VI	A
'And I ' the princely Bruce replied	M
'Might term it stain on knighthood's pride	M
That the bright sword of Argentine	O
Should in a tyrant's quarrel shine	O
But for your brave request	M
Be sure the honour'd pledge you gave	R
In every battle field shall wave	R
Upon my helmet crest	M
Believe that if my hasty tongue	D2
Hath done thine honour causeless wrong	Q
It shall be well redress'd	M
Not dearer to my soul was glove	R
Bestow'd in youth by lady's love	R
Than this which thou hast given	O
Thus then my noble foe I greet	M
Health and high fortune till we meet	M
And then what pleases Heaven '	-
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VII	R
Thus parted they for now with sound	M
Like waves roll'd back from rocky ground	M
The friends of Lorn retire	E2
Each mainland chieftain with his train	O
Draws to his mountain towers again	O
Pondering how mortal schemes prove vain	O
And mortal hopes expire	E2
But through the castle double guard	M
By Ronald's charge kept wakeful ward	M
Wicket and gate were trebly barr'd	M
By beam and bolt and chain	O
Then of the guests in courteous sort	M
He pray'd excuse for mirth broke short	M
And bade them in Artornish fort	M
In confidence remain	O
Now torch and menial tendance led	M
Chieftains and knight to bower and bed	M
And beads were told and Aves said	M
And soon they sunk away	M
Into such sleep as wont to shed	M
Oblivion on the weary head	M
After a toilsome day	M
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VIII	R
But soon uproused the Monarch cried	M
To Edward slumbering by his side	M
'Awake or sleep for aye	A
Even now there jarr'd a secret door	F2
A taper light gleams on the floor	F2
Up Edward up I say	M
Some one glides in like midnight ghost	M
Nay strike not 'tis our noble Host '	-
Advancing then his taper's flame	G2
Ronald stept forth and with him came	G2
Dunvegan's chief each bent the knee	T
To Bruce in sign of fealty	T
And proffer'd him his sword	M
And hail'd him in a monarch's style	Y
As king of mainland and of isle	Y
And Scotland's rightful lord	M
'And O ' said Ronald 'Own'd of Heaven	O
Say is my erring youth forgiven	O
By falsehood's arts from duty driven	O
Who rebel falchion drew	V
Yet ever to thy deeds of fame	G2
Even while I strove against thy claim	G2
Paid homage just and true '	-
'Alas dear youth the unhappy time '	-
Answer'd the Bruce 'must bear the crime	H2
Since guiltier far than you	V
Even I' he paused for Falkirk's woes	P
Upon his conscious soul arose	P
The Chieftain to his breast he press'd	M
And in a sigh conceal'd the rest	M
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IX	P
They proffer'd aid by arms and might	M
To repossess him in his right	M
But well their counsels must be weigh'd	M
Ere banners raised and musters made	M
For English hire and Lorn's intrigues	P
Bound many chiefs in southern leagues	P
In answer Bruce his purpose bold	M
To his new vassals frankly told	M
'The winter worn in exile o'er	I2
I long'd for Carrick's kindred shore	F2
I thought upon my native Ayr	J2
And long'd to see the burly fare	K2
That Clifford makes whose lordly call	Y
Now echoes through my father's hall	Y
But first my course to Arran led	M
Where valiant Lennox gathers head	M
And on the sea by tempest toss'd	M
Our barks dispersed our purpose cross'd	M
Mine own a hostile sail to shun	O
When that wise will which masters ours	P
Compell'd us to your friendly towers '	-
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X	P
Then Torquil spoke 'The time craves speed	M
We must not linger in our deed	M
But instant pray our Sovereign Liege	L2
To shun the perils of a siege	L2
The vengeful Lorn with all his powers	P
Lies but too near Artornish towers	P
And England's light arm'd vessels ride	M
Not distant far the waves of Clyde	M
Prompt at these tidings to unmoor	K2
And sweep each strait and guard each shore	K2
Then till this fresh alarm pass by	A
Secret and safe my Liege must lie	A
In the far bounds of friendly Skye	V
Torquil thy pilot and thy guide '	-
'Not so brave Chieftain ' Ronald cried	M
'Myself will on my Sovereign wait	M
And raise in arms the men of Sleate	M
Whilst thou renown'd where chiefs debate	M
Shalt sway them by thy locks of age '	-
'And if my words in weight shall fail	Y
This ponderous sword shall turn the scale '	-
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XI	P
'The scheme ' said Bruce 'contents me well	Y
Meantime 'twere best that Isabel	Y
For safety with my bark and crew	K2
Again to friendly Erin drew	K2
There Edward too shall with her wend	M
In need to cheer her and defend	M
And muster up each scatter'd friend '	-
Here seem'd it as Lord Ron	O