The Ride To Melrose, From The Lay Of The Last Minstrel. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Ride To Melrose, From The Lay Of The Last Minstrel. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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CANTO I XIX	A
The Lady sought the lofty hall	B
Where many a bold retainer lay	C
And with jocund din among them all	B
Her son pursued his infant play	C
A fancied moss trooper the boy	D
The truncheon of a spear bestrode	E
And round the hall right merrily	F
In mimic foray rode	E
Even bearded knights in arms grown old	G
Share in his frolic gambols bore	H
Albeit their hearts of rugged mould	G
Were stubborn as the steel they wore	H
For the gray warriors prophesied	I
How the brave boy in future war	H
Should tame the Unicorn's pride	I
Exalt the Crescent and the Star XX	A
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The Ladye forgot her purpose high	J
One moment and no more	H
One moment gazed with a mother's eye	J
As she paused at the arched door	H
Then from amid the armed train	K
She called to her William of Deloraine XXI	A
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A stark moss trooping Scott was he	F
As e'er couch'd Border lance by knee	F
Through Solway sands through Tarras moss	A
Blindfold he knew the paths to cross	A
By wily turns by desperate bounds	A
Had baffled Percy's best blood hounds	A
In Eske or Liddel fords were none	L
But he would ride them one by one	L
Alike to him was time or tide	I
December's snow or July's pride	I
Alike to him was tide or time	M
Moonless midnight or matin prime	M
Steady of heart and stout of hand	N
As ever drove prey from Cumberland	O
Five times outlawed had he been	P
By England's King and Scotland's Queen XXII	A
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'Sir William of Deloraine good at need	Q
Mount thee on the wightest steed	Q
Spare not to spur nor stint to ride	I
Until thou come to fair Tweedside	I
And in Melrose's holy pile	R
Seek thou the Monk of St Mary's aisle	R
Greet the father well from me	F
Say that the fated hour is come	S
And to night he shall watch with thee	F
To win the treasure of the tomb	T
For this will be St Michael's night	I
And though stars be dim the moon is bright	I
And the Cross of bloody red	I
Will point to the grave of the mighty dead XXIII	A
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'What he gives thee see thou keep	U
Stay not thou for food or sleep	U
Be it scroll or be it book	V
Into it knight thou must not look	V
If thou readest thou art lorn	P
Better hadst thou ne'er been born 'XXIV	J
'O swiftly can speed my dapple gray steed	I
Which drinks of the Teviot clear	W
Ere break of day ' the warrior 'gan say	A
'Again will I be here	X
And safer by none may thy errand be done	P
Than noble dame by me	F
Letter nor line know I never a one	P
Were't my neck verse at Hairibee 'XXV	J
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Soon in his saddle sate he fast	I
And soon the steep descent he past	I
Soon cross'd the sounding barbican	P
And soon the Teviot side he won	P
Eastward the wooded path he rode	I
Green hazels o'er his basnet nod	I
He pass'd the Peel of Goldiland	I
And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand	I
Dimly he view'd the Moat hill's mound	I
Where Druid shades still flitted round	I
In Hawick twinkled many a light	I
Behind him soon they set in night	I
And soon he spurr'd his courser keen	P
Beneath the tower of Hazeldean XXVI	J
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The clattering hoofs the watchmen mark	Y
'Stand ho thou courier of the dark '	-
'For Branksome ho ' the knight rejoin'd	I
And left the friendly tower behind	I
He turned him now from Teviotside	I
And guided by the tinkling rill	Z
Northward the dark ascent did ride	I
And gained the moor at Horsliehill	Z
Broad on the left before him lay	Z
For many a mile the Roman way XXVII	J
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A moment now he slack'd his speed	I
A moment breathed his panting steed	I
Drew saddle girth and corslet band	I
And loosen'd in the sheath his brand	I
On Minto crags the moonbeams glint	I
Where Barnhill hew'd his bed of flint	I
Who flung his outlaw'd limbs to rest	I
Where falcons hang their giddy nest	I
Mid cliffs from whence his eagle eye	J
For many a league his prey could spy	J
Cliffs doubling on their echoes borne	P
The terrors of the robber's horn	P
Cliffs which for many a later year	W
The warbling Doric reed shall hear	X
When some sad swain shall teach the grove	J
Ambition is no cure for love XXVIII	J
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Unchallenged thence pass'd Deloraine	P
To ancient Riddel's fair domain	P
Where Aill from mountains freed	I
Down from the lakes did raving come	S
Each wave was crested with tawny foam	A2
Like the mane of a chestnut steed	I
In vain no torrent deep or broad	I
Might bar the bold moss trooper's road XXIX	A
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At the first plunge the horse sunk low	Z
And the water broke o'er the saddlebow	D
Above the foaming tide I ween	P
Scarce half the charger's neck was seen	P
For he was barded from counter to tail	Z
And the rider was armed complete in mail	Z
Never heavier man and horse	A
Stemm'd a midnight torrent's force	A
The warrior's very plume I say	A
Was daggled by the dashing spray	A
Yet through good heart and Our Ladye's grace	A
At length he gain'd the landing place XXX	A
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Now Bowden Moor the march man won	P
And sternly shook his plumed head	I
As glanced his eye o'er Halidon	P
For on his soul the slaughter red	I
Of that unhallow'd morn arose	A
When first the Scott and Carr were foes	A
When royal James beheld the fray	A
Prize to the victor of the day	A
When Home and Douglas in the van	P
Bore down Buccleuch's retiring clan	P
Till gallant Cessford's heart blood dear	W
Reek'd on dark Elliot's Border spear XXXI	A
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In bitter mood he spurred fast	I
And soon the hated heath was past	I
And far beneath in lustre wan	P
Old Melros' rose and fair Tweed ran	P
Like some tall rock with lichens gray	A
Seem'd dimly huge the dark Abbaye	J
When Hawick he pass'd had curfew rung	B2
Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung	B2
The sound upon the fitful gale	Z
In solemn wise did rise and fail	Z
Like that wild harp whose magic tone	P
Is waken'd by the winds alone	P
But when Melrose he reach'd 'twas silence all	Z
He meetly stabled his steed in stall	Z
And sought the convent's lonely wall CANTO II I	J
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright	I
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Go visit it by the pale moonlight	I
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For the gay beams of lightsome day	I
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Gild but to flout the ruins gray	I
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When the broken arches are black in night	I
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And each shafted oriel glimmers white	I
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When the cold light's uncertain shower	C2
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Streams on the ruin'd central tower	C2
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When buttress and buttress alternately	Z
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Seem framed of ebon and ivory	Z
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When silver edges the imagery	Z
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And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die	I
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When distant Tweed is heard to rave	J
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And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave	J
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Then go but go alone the while	Z
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Then view St David's ruin'd pile	Z
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And home returning soothly swear	D2
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Was never scene so sad and fair II	J
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Short halt did Deloraine make there	D2
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Little reck'd he of the scene so fair	D2
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With dagger's hilt on the wicket strong	E2
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He struck full loud and struck full long	E2
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The porter hurried to the gate	I
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'Who knocks so loud and knocks so late '	-
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'From Branksome I ' the warrior cried	I
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And straight the wicket open'd wide	I
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For Branksome's chiefs had in battle stood	I
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To fence the rights of fair Melrose	A
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And lands and livings many a rood	I
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Had gifted the shrine for their souls' repose III	J
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Bold Deloraine his errand said	I
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The porter bent his humble head	I
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With torch in hand and feet unshod	I
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And noiseless step the path he trod	I
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The arched cloister far and wide	I
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Rang to the warrior's clanking stride	I
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Till stooping low his lofty crest	I
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He enter'd the cell of the ancient priest	I
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And lifted his barred aventayle	Z
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To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle IV	J
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'The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me	Z
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Says that the fated ho	Z