Bruce And The Abbot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEEDFGHHIIJJ KLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSTT UUVWXXYYZZHHYYA2A2 B2B2C2GSD2E2E2YYF2F2 G2G2H2H2G2G2FFIIA2A2 YY| The Abbot on the threshold stood | A |
| And in his hand the holy rood | B |
| Then cloaking hate with fiery zeal | C |
| Proud Lorn first answered the appeal | C |
| Thou comest O holy man | D |
| True sons of blessed church to greet | E |
| But little deeming here to meet | E |
| A wretch beneath the ban | D |
| Of Pope and Church for murder done | F |
| Even on the sacred altar stone | G |
| Well mayst thou wonder we should know | H |
| Such miscreant here nor lay him low | H |
| Or dream of greeting peace or truce | I |
| With excommunicated Bruce | I |
| Yet will I grant to end debate | J |
| Thy sainted voice decide his fate | J |
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| The Abbot seemed with eye severe | K |
| The hardy chieftain's speech to hear | L |
| Then on King Robert turned the Monk | M |
| But twice his courage came and sunk | M |
| Confronted with the hero's look | N |
| Twice fell his eye his accents shook | N |
| Like man by prodigy amazed | O |
| Upon the King the Abbot gazed | O |
| Then o'er his pallid features glance | P |
| Convulsions of ecstatic trance | P |
| His breathing came more thick and fast | Q |
| And from his pale blue eyes were cast | Q |
| Strange rays of wild and wandering light | R |
| Uprise his locks of silver white | R |
| Flushed is his brow through every vein | S |
| In azure tide the currents strain | S |
| And undistinguished accents broke | T |
| The awful silence ere he spoke | T |
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| De Bruce I rose with purpose dread | U |
| To speak my curse upon thy head | U |
| And give thee as an outcast o'er | V |
| To him who burns to shed thy gore | W |
| But like the Midianite of old | X |
| Who stood on Zophim heaven controlled | X |
| I feel within mine aged breast | Y |
| A power that will not be repressed | Y |
| It prompts my voice it swells my veins | Z |
| It burns it maddens it constrains | Z |
| De Bruce thy sacrilegious blow | H |
| Hath at God's altar slain thy foe | H |
| O'er mastered yet by high behest | Y |
| I bless thee and thou shalt be blessed | Y |
| He spoke and o'er the astonished throng | A2 |
| Was silence awful deep and long | A2 |
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| Again that light has fired his eye | B2 |
| Again his form swells bold and high | B2 |
| The broken voice of age is gone | C2 |
| 'Tis vigorous manhood's lofty tone | G |
| Thrice vanquished on the battle plain | S |
| Thy followers slaughtered fled or ta'en | D2 |
| A hunted wanderer on the wild | E2 |
| On foreign shores a man exiled | E2 |
| Disowned deserted and distressed | Y |
| I bless thee and thou shalt be blessed | Y |
| Blessed in the hall and in the field | F2 |
| Under the mantle as the shield | F2 |
| Avenger of thy country's shame | G2 |
| Restorer of her injured fame | G2 |
| Blessed in thy sceptre and thy sword | H2 |
| De Bruce fair Scotland's rightful Lord | H2 |
| Blessed in thy deeds and in thy fame | G2 |
| What lengthened honors wait thy name | G2 |
| In distant ages sire to son | F |
| Shall tell thy tale of freedom won | F |
| And teach his infants in the use | I |
| Of earliest speech to falter Bruce | I |
| Go then triumphant sweep along | A2 |
| Thy course the theme of many a song | A2 |
| The Power whose dictates swell my breast | Y |
| Hath blessed thee and thou shalt be blessed | Y |
Walter Scott (sir)
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