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Glenfinlas; Or, Lord Ronald's Coronach Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O hone a rie' O hone a rie	A
The pride of Albin's line is o'er	A
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree	A
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more	A
	-
O sprung from great Macgillianore	A
The chief that never fear'd a foe	B
How matchless was thy broad claymore	A
How deadly thine unerring bow	C
	-
Well can the Saxon widows tell	D
How on the Teith's resounding shore	A
The boldest Lowland warriors fell	D
As down from Lenny's pass you bore	A
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But o'er his hills in festal day	E
How blazed Lord Ronald's beltrane tree	A
While youths and maids in light strathspey	F
So nimbly danced with Highland glee	A
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Cheer'd by the strength of Ronald's shell	D
E'en age forgot his tresses hoar	A
But now the loud lament we swell	D
O ne'er to see Lord Ronald more	A
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From distant isles a chieftain came	G
The joys of Ronald's halls to find	H
And chase with him the dark brown game	G
That bounds o'er Albin's hills of wind	H
	-
'Twas Moy whom in Columba's isle	I
The seer's prophetic spirit found	J
As with a minstrel's fire the while	I
He waked his harp's harmonious sound	J
	-
Full many a spell to him was known	K
Which wandering spirits shrink to hear	A
And many a lay of potent tone	K
Was never meant for mortal ear	A
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For there 'tis said in mystic mood	L
High converse with the dead they hold	M
And oft espy the fated shroud	N
That shall the future corpse enfold	M
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O so it fell that on a day	E
To rouse the red deer from their den	O
The Chiefs have ta'en their distant way	E
And scour'd the deep Glenfinlas glen	O
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No vassals wait their sports to aid	P
To watch their safety deck their board	Q
Their simple dress the Highland plaid	R
Their trusty guard the Highland sword	Q
	-
Three summer days through brake and dell	D
Their whistling shafts successful flew	S
And still when dewy evening fell	D
The quarry to their hut they drew	S
	-
In grey Glenfinlas' deepest nook	T
The solitary cabin stood	U
Fast by Moneira's sullen brook	T
Which murmurs through that lonely wood	U
	-
Soft fell the night the sky was calm	V
When three successive days had flown	K
And summer mist in dewy balm	V
Steep'd heathy bank and mossy stone	K
	-
The moon half hid in si'very flakes	W
Afar her dubious radiance shed	X
Quivering on Katrine's distant lakes	W
And resting on Benledi's head	X
	-
Now in their hut in social guise	Y
Their sylvan fare the Chiefs enjoy	Z
And pleasure laughs in Ronald's eyes	Y
As many a pledge he quaffs to Moy	Z
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What lack we here to crown our bliss	A2
While thus the pulse of joy beats high	B2
What but fair woman's yielding kiss	A2
Her panting breath and melting eye	B2
	-
To chase the deer of yonder shades	C2
This morning left their father's pile	I
The fairest of our mountain maids	C2
The daughters of the proud Glengyle	I
	-
Long have I sought sweet Mary's heart	D2
And dropp'd the tear and heaved the sigh	B2
But vain the lover's wily art	D2
Beneath a sister's watchful eye	B2
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But thou mayst teach that guardian fair	A
While far with Mary I am flown	K
Of other hearts to cease her care	A
And find it hard to guard her own	K
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Touch but thy harp thou soon shalt see	A
The lovely Flora of Glengyle	I
Unmindful of her charge and me	A
Hand on thy notes twixt tear and smile	I
	-
Or if she choose a melting tale	I
All underneath the greenwood bough	C
Will good St Oran's rule prevail	I
Stern huntsman of the rigid brow	C
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Since Enrick's fight since Morna's death	E2
No more on me shall rapture rise	Y
Responsive to the panting breath	E2
Or yielding kiss or melting eyes	Y
	-
E'en then when o'er the heath of wo	B
Where sunk my hopes of love and fame	G
I bade my harp's wild wailings flow	B
On me the Seer's sad spirit came	G
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The last dread curse of angry heaven	F2
With ghastly sights and sounds of wo	B
To dash each glimpse of joy was given	F2
The gift the future ill to know	B
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The bark thou saw'st yon summer morn	G2
So gaily part from Oban's bay	E
My eye beheld her dash'd and torn	G2
Far on the rocky Colonsay	Y
	-
Thy Fergus too thy sister's son	F2
Thou saw'st with pride the gallant's power	A
As marching 'gainst the Lord of Downe	H2
He left the skirts of huge Benmore	A
	-
Thou only saw'st their tartans wave	I2
As down Benvoirlich's side they wound	J
Heard'st but the pibroch answering brave	I2
To many a target clanking round	J
	-
I heard the groans I mark'd the tears	Y
I saw the wound his bosom bore	A
When on the serried Saxon spears	Y
He pour'd his clan's resistless roar	A
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And thou who bidst me think of bliss	Y
And bidst my heart awake to glee	A
And court like thee the wanton kiss	Y
That heart O Ronald bleeds for thee	A
	-
I see the death damps chill thy brow	A
I hear thy Warning Spirit cry	A
The corpse lights dance they're gone and now	A
No more is given to gifted eye	A
	-
Alone enjoy thy dreary dreams	Y
Sad prophet of the evil hour	A
Say should we scorn joy's transient beams	Y
Because tomorrow's storm may lour	A
	-
Or false or sooth thy words of wo	B
Clangillian's Chieftain ne'er shall fear	A
His blood shall bound at rapture's glow	B
Though doom'd to stain the Saxon spear	A
	-
E'en now to meet me in yon dell	I
My Mary's buskins brush the dew	S
He spoke nor bade the Chief farewell	I
But call'd his dogs and gay withdrew	S
	-
Within an hour return'd each hound	J
In rush'd the rousers of the deer	A
They howl'd in melancholy sound	J
Then closely couch'd beside the seer	A
	-
No Ronald yet though midnight came	G
And sad were Moy's prophetic dreams	Y
As bending o'er the dying flame	G
He fed the watch fire's quivering gleams	Y
	-
Sudden the hounds erect their ears	Y
And sudden cease their moaning howl	I
Close press'd to Moy they mark their fears	Y
By shivering limbs and stifled growl	I
	-
Untouch'd the harp began to ring	J2
As softly slowly oped the door	A
And shook responsive every string	J2
As light a footstep press'd the floor	A
	-
And by the watch fire's glimmering light	K2
Close by the minstrel's side was seen	L2
An huntress maid in beauty bright	K2
All dropping wet her robes of green	L2
	-
All dropping wet her garments seem	M2
Chill'd was her cheek her bosom bare	A
As bending o'er the dying gleam	M2
She wrung the moisture from her hair	A
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With maiden blush she softly said	X
O gentle huntsman hast thou seen	L2
In deep Glenfinlas' moonlight glade	P
A lovely maid in vest of green	L2
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With her a Chief of Highland pride	N2
His shoulders bear the hunter's bow	A
The mountain dirk adorns his side	N2
Far on the wind his tartans flow	B
	-
And who art thou and who are they	E
All ghastly gazing Moy replied	N2
And why beneath the moon's pale ray	E
Dare ye thus roam Glenfinlas' side	N2
	-
Where wild Loch Katrine pours her tide	N2
Blue dark and deep round many an isle	I
Our fathers' towers o'erhang her side	N2
The castle of the bold Glengyle	I
	-
To chase the dun Glenfinlas deer	A
Our woodland course this morn we bore	A
And haply met while wandering here	A
The son of great Macgillianore	A
	-
O aid me then to seek the pair	A
Whom loitering in the woods I lost	O2
Alone I dare not venture there	A
Where walks they say the shrieking ghost	P2
	-
Yes many a shrieking ghost walks there	A
Then first my own sad vow to keep	F
Here will I pour my midnight prayer	A
Which still must rise when mortals sleep	F
	-
O first for pity's gentle sake	Q2
Guide a lone wanderer on her way	E
For I must cross the haunted brake	Q2
And reach my father's towers ere day	E
	-
First three times tell each Ave bead	R2
And thrice a Pater noster say	E
Then kiss with me the holy rede	R2
So shall we safely wend our way	E
	-
O shame to knighthood strange and foul	I
Go doff the bonnet from thy brow	A
And shroud thee in the monkish cowl	I
Which best befits thy sullen vow	A
	-
Not so by high Dunlathmon's fire	A
Thy heart was froze to love and joy	Z
When gaily rung thy raptured lyre	A
To wanton Morna's melting eye	A
	-
Wild stared the minstrel's eyes of flame	G
And high his sable locks arose	Y
And quick his colour went and came	G
As fear and rage alternate rose	Y
	-
And thou when by the blazing oak	S2
I lay to her and love resign'd	R2
Say rode ye on the eddying smoke	S2
Or sail'd ye on the midnight wind	R2
	-
Not thine a race of mortal blood	R2
Nor old Glengyle's pretended line	T2
Thy dame the Lady of the Flood	R2
Thy sire the Monarch of the Mine	T2
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He mutter'd thrice St Oran's rhyme	U2
And thrice St Fillan's powerful prayer	A
Then turn'd him to the eastern clime	U2
And sternly shook his coal black hair	A
	-
And bending o'er his harp he flung	V2
His wildest witch notes on the wind	R2
And loud and high and strange they rung	V2
As many a magic change they find	R2
	-
Tall wax'd the Spirit's altering form	U2
Till to the roof her stature grew	A
Then mingling with the rising storm	U2
With one wild yell away she flew	A
	-
Rain beats hail rattles whirlwinds tear	A
The slender but in fragment's flew	A
But not a lock of Moy's loose hair	A
Was waved by wind or wet by dew	A
	-
Wild mingling with the howling gale	I
Loud bursts of ghastly laughter rise	Y
High o'er the minstrel's head they sail	I
And die amid the northern skies	Y
	-
The voice of thunder shook the wood	R2
As ceased the more than mortal vell	I
And spattering foul a shower of blood	R2
Upon the hissing firebrands fell	I
	-
Next dropp'd from high a mangled arm	U2
The fingers strain'd an half drawn blade	R2
And last the life blood streaming warm	U2
Torn from the trunk a gasping head	R2
	-
Oft o'er that head in battling field	R2
Stream'd the proud crest of high Benmore	A
That arm the broad claymore could wield	R2
Which dyed the Teith with Saxon gore	A
	-
Wo to Moneira's sullen rills	Y
Wo to Glenfinlas' dreary glen	O
There never son of Albin's hills	Y
Shall draw the hunter's shaft agen	O
	-
E'en the tired pilgrim's burning feet	R2
At noon shall shun that sheltering den	O
Lest journeying in their rage he meet	R2
The wayward Ladies of the Glen	O
	-
And we behind the Chieftain's shield	R2
No more shall we in safety dwell	I
None leads the people to the field	R2
And we the loud lament must swell	I
	-
O hone a rie' o hone a rie'	A
The pride of Albin's line is o'er	A
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree	A
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more	A