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

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

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I	A
On fair Loch Ranza stream'd the early day	B
Thin wreaths of cottage smoke are upward curl'd	C
From the lone hamlet which her inland bay	B
And circling mountains sever from the world	C
And there the fisherman his sail unfurl'd	C
The goat herd drove his kids to steep Ben Ghoil	D
Before the hut the dame her spindle twirl'd	C
Courting the sunbeam as she plied her toil	D
For wake where'er he may Man wakes to care and coil	D
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But other duties call'd each convent maid	E
Roused by the summons of the moss grown bell	D
Sung were the matins and the mass was said	F
And every sister sought her separate cell	D
Such was the rule her rosary to tell	D
And Isabel has knelt in lonely prayer	G
The sunbeam through the narrow lattice fell	D
Upon the snowy neck and long dark hair	G
As stoop'd her gentle head in meek devotion there	G
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II	A
She raised her eyes that duty done	H
When glanced upon the pavement stone	I
Gemm'd and enchased a golden ring	J
Bound to a scroll with silken string	J
With few brief words inscribed to tell	D
'This for the Lady Isabel '	-
Within the writing farther bore	K
''Twas with this ring his plight he swore	K
With this his promise I restore	K
To her who can the heart command	L
Well may I yield the plighted hand	L
And O for better fortune born	M
Grudge not a passing sigh to mourn	M
Her who was Edith once of Lorn '	-
One single flash of glad surprise	N
Just glanced from Isabel's dark eyes	N
But vanish'd in the blush of shame	O
That as its penance instant came	O
'O thought unworthy of my race	P
Selfish ungenerous mean and base	P
A moment's throb of joy to own	I
That rose upon her hopes o'erthrown	I
Thou pledge of vows too well believed	Q
Of man ingrate and maid deceived	Q
Think not thy lustre here shall gain	I
Another heart to hope in vain	I
For thou shalt rest thou tempting gaud	Q
Where worldly thoughts are overawed	Q
And worldly splendours sink debased '	-
Then by the cross the ring she placed	Q
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III	A
Next rose the thought its owner far	R
How came it here through bolt and bar	R
But the dim lattice is ajar	R
She looks abroad the morning dew	Q
A light short step had brush'd anew	Q
And there were footprints seen	I
On the carved buttress rising still	D
Till on the mossy window sill	D
Their track effaced the green	I
The ivy twigs were torn and fray'd	Q
As if some climber's steps to aid	Q
But who the hardy messenger	S
Whose venturous path these signs infer	S
Strange doubts are mine Mona draw nigh	A
Nought 'scapes old Mona's curious eye	A
What strangers gentle mother say	B
Have sought these holy walls to day '	-
'None Lady none of note or name	O
Only your brother's foot page came	O
At peep of dawn I pray'd him pass	T
To chapel where they said the mass	T
But like an arrow he shot by	A
And tears seem'd bursting from his eye '	-
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IV	A
The truth at once on Isabel	D
As darted by a sunbeam fell	D
''Tis Edith's self her speechless woe	U
Her form her looks the secret show	U
Instant good Mona to the bay	B
And to my royal brother say	B
I do conjure him seek my cell	D
With that mute page he loves so well '	-
'What know'st thou not his warlike host	Q
My old eyes saw them from the tower	S
At eve they couch'd in greenwood bower	S
At dawn a bugle signal made	Q
By their bold Lord their ranks array'd	Q
Up sprung the spears through bush and tree	V
No time for benedicite	Q
Like deer that rousing from their lair	G
Just shake the dewdrops from their hair	G
And toss their armed crests aloft	Q
Such matins theirs ' 'Good mother soft	Q
Where does my brother bend his way '	-
'As I have heard for Brodick Bay	B
Across the isle of barks a score	K
Lie there 'tis said to waft them o'er	S
On sudden news to Carrick shore '	-
'If such their purpose deep the need '	-
Said anxious Isabel 'of speed	Q
Call Father Augustine good dame '	-
The nun obey'd the Father came	O
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V	V
'Kind Father hie without delay	B
Across the hills to Brodick Bay	B
This message to the Bruce be given	I
I pray him by his hopes of Heaven	I
That till he speak with me he stay	B
Or if his haste brook no delay	B
That he deliver on my suit	Q
Into thy charge that stripling mute	Q
Thus prays his sister Isabel	D
For causes more than she may tell	D
Away good Father and take heed	Q
That life and death are on thy speed '	-
His cowl the good old priest did on	I
Took his piked staff and sandall'd shoon	I
And like a palmer bent by eld	Q
O'er moss and moor his journey held	Q
	-
VI	A
Heavy and dull the foot of age	W
And rugged was the pilgrimage	X
But none was there beside whose care	G
Might such important message bear	G
Through birchen copse he wander'd slow	U
Stunted and sapless thin and low	U
By many a mountain stream he pass'd	Q
From the tall cliffs in tumult cast	Q
Dashing to foam their waters dun	I
And sparkling in the summer sun	I
Round his grey head the wild curlew	U
In many a fearless circle flew	U
O'er chasms he pass'd where fractures wide	Q
Craved wary eye and ample stride	Q
He cross'd his brow beside the stone	I
Where Druids erst heard victims groan	I
And at the cairns upon the wild	Q
O'er many a heathen hero piled	Q
He breathed a timid prayer for those	Y
Who died ere Shiloh's sun arose	Y
Beside Macfarlane's Cross he staid	Q
There told his hours within the shade	Q
And at the stream his thirst allay'd	Q
Thence onward journeying slowly still	U
As evening closed he reach'd the hill	U
Where rising through the woodland green	I
Old Brodick's gothic towers were seen	I
From Hastings late their English lord	Q
Douglas had won them by the sword	Q
The sun that sunk behind the isle	U
Now tined them with a parting smile	U
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VII	A
But though the beams of light decay	B
'Twas bustle all in Brodick Bay	B
The Bruce's followers crowd the shore	K
And boats and barges some unmoor	K
Some raise the sail some seize the oar	K
Their eyes oft turn'd where glimmer'd far	K
What might have seem'd an early star	K
On heaven's blue arch save that its light	Q
Was all too flickering fierce and bright	Q
Far distant in the south the ray	K
Shone pale amid retiring day	K
But as on Carrick shore	K
Dim seen in outline faintly blue	U
The shades of evening closer drew	U
It kindled more and more	K
The monk's slow steps now press the sands	Z
And now amid a scene he stands	Z
Full strange to churchman's eye	A
Warriors who arming for the fight	Q
Rivet and clasp their harness light	Q
And twinkling spears and axes bright	Q
And helmets flashing high	A
Oft too with unaccustom'd ears	A2
A language much unmeet he hears	B2
While hastening all on board	Q
As stormy as the swelling surge	C2
That mix'd its roar the leaders urge	C2
Their followers to the ocean verge	C2
With many a haughty word	Q
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VIII	A
Through that wild throng the Father pass'd	Q
And reach'd the Royal Bruce at last	Q
He leant against a stranded boat	Q
That the approaching tide must float	Q
And counted every rippling wave	A
As higher yet her sides they lave	A
And oft the distant fire he eyed	Q
And closer yet his hauberk tied	Q
And loosen'd in his sheath his brand	Q
Edward and Lennox were at hand	Q
Douglas and Ronald had the care	K
The soldiers to the barks to share	K
The monk approach'd and homage paid	Q
'And art thou come ' King Robert said	Q
'So far to bless us ere we part '	-
'My Liege and with a loyal heart	Q
But other charge I have to tell '	-
And spoke the hest of Isabel	U
'Now by Saint Giles ' the Monarch cried	Q
'This moves me much this morning tide	Q
I spent the stripling to Saint Bride	Q
With my commandment there to bide '	-
'Thither he came the portress show'd	Q
But there my Liege made brief abode '	-
	-
IX	B2
''Twas I ' said Edward 'found employ	U
Of nobler import for the boy	U
Deep pondering in my anxious mind	Q
A fitting messenger to find	Q
To bear thy written mandate o'er	K
To Cuthbert on the Carrick shore	K
I chanced at early dawn to pass	B2
The chapel gate to snatch a mass	B2
I found the stripling on a tomb	D2
Low seated weeping for the doom	D2
That gave his youth to convent gloom	D2
I told my purpose and his eyes	B2
Flash'd joy	U