The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Iv. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

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I	A
Stranger if e'er thine ardent step hath traced	B
The northern realms of ancient Caledon	C
Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed	B
By lake and cataract her lonely throne	C
Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known	C
Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high	A
Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown	C
Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry	A
And with the sounding lake and with the moaning sky	A
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Yes 'twas sublime but sad The loneliness	D
Loaded thy heart the desert tired thine eye	A
And strange and awful fears began to press	E
Thy bosom with a stern solemnity	F
Then hast thou wish'd some woodman's cottage nigh	A
Something that show'd of life though low and mean	C
Glad sight its curling wreath of smoke to spy	A
Glad sound its cock's blithe carol would have been	C
Or children whooping wild beneath the willows green	C
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Such are the scenes where savage grandeur wakes	G
An awful thrill that softens into sighs	H
Such feelings rouse them by dim Rannoch's lakes	G
In dark Glencoe such gloomy raptures rise	H
Or farther where beneath the northern skies	H
Chides wild Loch Eribol his caverns hoar	I
But be the minstrel judge they yield the prize	H
Of desert dignity to that dread shore	I
That sees grim Coolin rise and hears Coriskin roar	I
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II	A
Through such wild scenes the champion pass'd	J
When bold halloo and bugle blast	J
Upon the breeze came loud and fast	J
'There ' said the Bruce 'rung Edward's horn	C
What can have caused such brief return	C
And see brave Ronald see him dart	K
O'er stock and stone like hunted hart	K
Precipitate as is the use	L
In war or sport or Edward Bruce	L
He marks us and his eager cry	A
Will tell his news ere he be nigh '	-
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III	A
Loud Edward shouts 'What make ye here	M
Warring upon the mountain deer	N
When Scotland wants her King	O
A bark from Lennox cross'd our track	P
With her in speed I hurried back	P
These joyful news to bring	O
The Stuart stirs in Teviotdale	Q
And Douglas wakes his native vale	Q
Thy storm toss'd fleet hath won its way	R
With little loss to Brodick Bay	R
And Lennox with a gallant band	S
Waits but thy coming and command	S
To waft them o'er to Carrick strand	S
There are blithe news but mark the close	T
Edward the deadliest of our foes	U
As with his host he northward pass'd	J
Hath on the borders breathed his last '	-
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IV	A
Still stood the Bruce his steady cheek	V
Was little wont his joy to speak	V
But then his colour rose	U
'Now Scotland shortly shalt thou see	F
With God's high will thy children free	F
And vengeance on thy foes	U
Yet to no sense of selfish wrongs	W
Bear witness with me Heaven belongs	W
My joy o'er Edward's bier	M
I took my knighthood at his hand	S
And lordship held of him and land	S
And well may vouch it here	M
That blot the story from his page	X
Of Scotland ruin'd in his rage	X
You read a monarch brave and sage	X
And to his people dear '	-
'Let London's burghers mourn her Lord	Y
And Croydon monks his praise record '	-
The eager Edward said	Z
'Eternal as his own my hate	A2
Surmounts the bounds of mortal fate	A2
And dies not with the dead	Z
Such hate was his on Solway's strand	S
That pointed yet to Scotland's land	S
As his last accents pray'd	B2
Disgrace and curse upon his heir	C2
If he one Scottish head should spare	C2
Till stretch'd upon the bloody lair	C2
Each rebel corpse was laid	B2
Such hate was his when his last breath	D2
Renounced the peaceful house of death	D2
And bade his bones to Scotland's coast	E2
Be borne by his remorseless host	E2
As if his dead and stony eye	A
Could still enjoy her misery	F
Such hate was his dark deadly long	F2
Mine as enduring deep and strong '	-
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V	F
'Let women Edward war with words	G2
With curses monks but men with swords	H2
Nor doubt of living foes to sate	A2
Deepest revenge and deadliest hate	A2
Now to the sea Behold the beach	I2
And see the galleys' pendants stretch	J2
Their fluttering length down favouring gale	Q
Aboard aboard and hoist the sail	Q
Hold we our way for Arran first	K2
Where meet in arms our friends dispersed	K2
Lennox the loyal De la Haye	R
And Boyd the bold in battle fray	R
I long the hardy band to head	Z
And see once more my standard spread	Z
Does noble Ronald share our course	L2
Or stay to raise his island force '	-
'Come weal come woe by Bruce's side '	-
Replied the Chief 'will Ronald bide	M2
And since two galleys yonder ride	M2
Be mine so please my liege dismiss'd	N2
To wake the arms the clans of Uist	N2
And all who hear the Minche's roar	I
On the Long Island's lonely shore	I
The nearer Isles with slight delay	R
Ourselves may summon in our way	R
And soon on Arran's shore shall meet	N2
With Torquil's aid a gallant fleet	N2
If aught avails their Chieftain's hest	N2
Among the islemen of the west '	-
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VI	A
Thus was their venturous council said	N2
But ere their sails the galleys spread	N2
Coriskin dark and Coolin high	A
Echoed the dirge's doleful cry	A
Along that sable lake pass'd slow	Q
Fit scene for such a sight of woe	Q
The sorrowing islesmen as they bore	I
The murder'd Allan to the shore	I
At every pause with dismal shout	N2
Their coronach of grief rung out	N2
And ever when they moved again	C
The pipes resumed their clamorous strain	C
And with the pibroch's shrilling wail	Q
Mourn'd the young heir of Donagaile	Q
Round and around from cliff and cave	A
His answer stern old Coolin gave	A
Till high upon his misty side	N2
Languish'd the mournful notes and died	N2
For never sounds by mortal made	N2
Attain'd his high and haggard head	N2
That echoes but the tempest's moan	C
Or the deep thunder's rending groan	C
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VII	A
Merrily merrily bounds the bark	O2
She bounds before the gale	Q
The mountain breeze from Ben na darch	J2
Is joyous in her sail	Q
With fluttering sound like laughter hoarse	L2
The cords and canvas strain	C
The waves divided by her force	L2
In rippling eddies chased her course	L2
As if they laugh'd again	C
Not down the breeze more blithely flew	Q
Skimming the wave the light sea mew	Q
Than the gay galley bore	I
Her course upon that favouring wind	N2
And Coolin's crest has sunk behind	N2
And Slapin's cavern'd shore	I
'Twas then that warlike signals wake	P2
Dunscaith's dark towers and Eisord's lake	P2
And soon from Cavilgarrigh's head	N2
Thick wreaths of eddying smoke were spread	N2
A summons these of war and wrath	Q2
To the brave clans of Sleat and Strath	Q2
And ready at the sight	N2
Each warrior to his weapons sprung	R2
And targe upon his shoulder flung	R2
Impatient for the fight	N2
Mac Kinnon's chief in warfare grey	R
Had charge to muster their array	R
And guide their barks to Brodick Bay	R
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VIII	A
Signal of Ronald's high command	N2
A beacon gleam'd o'er sea and land	N2
From Canna's tower that steep and gray	R
Like falcon nest o'erhangs the bay	R
Seek not the giddy crag to climb	S2
To view the turret scathed by time	S2
It is a task of doubt and fear	N
To aught but goat or mountain deer	N
But rest thee on the silver beach	J2
And let the aged herdsman teach	J2
His tale of former day	R
His cur's wild clamour he shall chide	N2
And for thy seat by ocean's side	N2
His varied plaid display	R
Then tell how with their Chieftain came	T2
In ancient times a foreign dame	T2
To yonder turret grey	R
Stern was her Lord's suspicious mind	N2
Who in so rude a jail confined	N2
So soft and fair a thrall	Q
And oft when moon on ocean slept	N2
That lovely lady sate and wept	N2
Upon the castle wall	Q
And turn'd her eye to southern climes	U2
And thought perchance of happier times	U2
And touch'd her lute by fits and sung	R2
Wild ditties in her native tongue	R2
And still when on the cliff and bay	R
Placid and pale the moonbeams play	R
And every breeze is mute	N2
Upon the lone Hebridean's ear	M
Steals a strange pleasure mix'd with fear	N
While from that cliff he seems to hear	M
The murmur of a lute	N2
And sounds as of a captive lone	C
That mourns her woes in tongue unknown	C
Strange is the tale but all too long	F2
Already hath it staid the song	F2
Yet who may pass them by	A
That crag and tower in ruins grey	R
Nor to their hapless tenant pay	R
The tribute of a sigh	A
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IX	U2
Merrily merrily bounds the bark	O2
O'er the broad ocean driven	C
Her path by Ronin's mountains dark	O2
The steerman's hand hath given	C
And Ronin's mountains dark have sent	N2
Their hunters to the shore	I
And each his ashen	C