Marmion: Introduction To Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAADDEEFF GGHHIIAAJJKKLLMMNNOO PP QQAARSTT AALLUUTT VVWXYYZZLLA2A2B2B2C2 C2 D2D2E2E2BJUUAA F2G2AAA2A2E2E2AAE2E2 JJH2H2A2A2 AAI2I2J2J2JJK2K2LL J2J2J2J2J2J2J2J2A2A2 J2J2J2J2AAA E2E2L2C2J2J2J2J2JJLL E2E2J2J2A2A2M2M2N2N2 JJJ2J2J2J2K2K2E2E2J2 J2J2J2E2E2J2J2 J2J2A2A2AAJ2J2JJE2E2 E2E2A2A2JJJ2J2AAJ2J2 E2E2C2C2JJ A2A2A2A2JJC2C2M2M2 LLJ2J2AAJ2J2LLE2A2J2 J2J2J2JJAAJJJ2J2JJ JJJ2J2J2J2J2J2LLLJJA AJ2J2 LLJ2J2JJA2A2O2O2A2A2 A2A2E2E2JJJ2J2E2E2 N2N2C2C2JJJ2J2J2J2J2 JJ JJA2A2LLJ2J2G2G2JJE2 E2J2J2A2A2J2J2AAP2Q2 J2J2 JJJ2J2J2J2J2J2JJLLJ2 J2E2E2J2J2November's sky is chill and drear | A |
November's leaf is red and sear | A |
Late gazing down the steepy linn | B |
That hems our little garden in | B |
Low in its dark and narrow glen | C |
You scarce the rivulet might ken | C |
So thick the tangled greenwood grew | A |
So feeble thrilled the streamlet through | A |
Now murmuring hoarse and frequent seen | D |
Through bush and briar no longer green | D |
An angry brook it sweeps the glade | E |
Brawls over rock and wild cascade | E |
And foaming brown with doubled speed | F |
Hurries its waters to the Tweed | F |
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No longer Autumn's glowing red | G |
Upon our forest hills is shed | G |
No more beneath the evening beam | H |
Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam | H |
Away hath passed the heather bell | I |
That bloomed so rich on Needpath Fell | I |
Sallow his brow and russet bare | A |
Are now the sister heights of Yair | A |
The sheep before the pinching heaven | J |
To sheltered dale and down are driven | J |
Where yet some faded herbage pines | K |
And yet a watery sunbeam shines | K |
In meek despondency they eye | L |
The withered sward and wintry sky | L |
And far beneath their summer hill | M |
Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill | M |
The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold | N |
And wraps him closer from the cold | N |
His dogs no merry circles wheel | O |
But shivering follow at his heel | O |
A cowering glance they often cast | P |
As deeper moans the gathering blast | P |
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My imps though hardy bold and wild | Q |
As best befits the mountain child | Q |
Feel the sad influence of the hour | A |
And wail the daisy's vanished flower | A |
Their summer gambols tell and mourn | R |
And anxious ask Will spring return | S |
And birds and lambs again be gay | T |
And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray | T |
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Yes prattlers yes The daisy's flower | A |
Again shall paint your summer bower | A |
Again the hawthorn shall supply | L |
The garlands you delight to tie | L |
The lambs upon the lea shall bound | U |
The wild birds carol to the round | U |
And while you frolic light as they | T |
Too short shall seem the summer day | T |
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To mute and to material things | V |
New life revolving summer brings | V |
The genial call dead Nature hears | W |
And in her glory reappears | X |
But oh my country's wintry state | Y |
What second spring shall renovate | Y |
What powerful call shall bid arise | Z |
The buried warlike and the wise | Z |
The mind that thought for Britain's weal | L |
The hand that grasped the victor steel | L |
The vernal sun new life bestows | A2 |
Even on the meanest flower that blows | A2 |
But vainly vainly may he shine | B2 |
Where glory weeps o'er Nelson's shrine | B2 |
And vainly pierce the solemn gloom | C2 |
That shrouds O Pitt thy hallowed tomb | C2 |
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Deep graved in every British heart | D2 |
Oh never let those names depart | D2 |
Say to your sons Lo here his grave | E2 |
Who victor died on Gadite wave | E2 |
To him as to the burning levin | B |
Short bright resistless course was given | J |
Where'er his country's foes were found | U |
Was heard the fated thunder's sound | U |
Till burst the bolt on yonder shore | A |
Rolled blazed destroyed and was no more | A |
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Nor mourn ye less his perished worth | F2 |
Who bade the conqueror go forth | G2 |
And launched that thunderbolt of war | A |
On Egypt Hafnia Trafalgar | A |
Who born to guide such high emprize | A2 |
For Britain's weal was early wise | A2 |
Alas to whom the Almighty gave | E2 |
For Britain's sins an early grave | E2 |
His worth who in his mightiest hour | A |
A bauble held the pride of power | A |
Spurned at the sordid lust of pelf | E2 |
And served his Albion for herself | E2 |
Who when the frantic crowd amain | J |
Strained at subjection's bursting rein | J |
O'er their wild mood full conquest gained | H2 |
The pride he would not crush restrained | H2 |
Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause | A2 |
And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws | A2 |
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Hadst thou but lived though stripped of power | A |
A watchman on the lonely tower | A |
Thy thrilling trump had roused the land | I2 |
When fraud or danger were at hand | I2 |
By thee as by the beacon light | J2 |
Our pilots had kept course aright | J2 |
As some proud column though alone | J |
Thy strength had propped the tottering throne | J |
Now is the stately column broke | K2 |
The beacon light is quenched in smoke | K2 |
The trumpet's silver sound is still | L |
The warder silent on the hill | L |
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Oh think how to his latest day | J2 |
When Death just hovering claimed his prey | J2 |
With Palinure's unaltered mood | J2 |
Firm at his dangerous post he stood | J2 |
Each call for needful rest repelled | J2 |
With dying hand the rudder held | J2 |
Till in his fall with fateful sway | J2 |
The steerage of the realm gave way | J2 |
Then while on Britain's thousand plains | A2 |
One unpolluted church remains | A2 |
Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around | J2 |
The bloody tocsin's maddening sound | J2 |
But still upon the hallowed day | J2 |
Convoke the swains to praise and pray | J2 |
While faith and civil peace are dear | A |
Grace this cold marble with a tear | A |
He who preserved them Pitt lies here | A |
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Nor yet suppress the generous sigh | E2 |
Because his rival slumbers nigh | E2 |
Nor be thy requiescat dumb | L2 |
Lest it be said o'er Fox's tomb | C2 |
For talents mourn untimely lost | J2 |
When best employed and wanted most | J2 |
Mourn genius high and lore profound | J2 |
And wit that loved to play not wound | J2 |
And all the reasoning powers divine | J |
To penetrate resolve combine | J |
And feelings keen and fancy's glow | L |
They sleep with him who sleeps below | L |
And if thou mourn'st they could not save | E2 |
From error him who owns this grave | E2 |
Be every harsher thought suppressed | J2 |
And sacred be the last long rest | J2 |
here where the end of earthly things | A2 |
Lays heroes patriots bards and kings | A2 |
Where stiff the hand and still the tongue | M2 |
Of those who fought and spoke and sung | M2 |
here where the fretted aisles prolong | N2 |
The distant notes of holy song | N2 |
As if some angel spoke again | J |
All peace on earth goodwill to men | J |
If ever from an English heart | J2 |
Oh here let prejudice depart | J2 |
And partial feeling cast aside | J2 |
Record that Fox a Briton died | J2 |
When Europe crouched to France's yoke | K2 |
And Austria bent and Prussia broke | K2 |
And the firm Russian's purpose brave | E2 |
Was bartered by a timorous slave | E2 |
Even then dishonour's peace he spurned | J2 |
The sullied olive branch returned | J2 |
Stood for his country's glory fast | J2 |
And nailed her colours to the mast | J2 |
Heaven to reward his firmness gave | E2 |
A portion in this honoured grave | E2 |
And ne'er held marble in its trust | J2 |
Of two such wondrous men the dust | J2 |
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With more than mortal powers endowed | J2 |
How high they soared above the crowd | J2 |
Theirs was no common party race | A2 |
Jostling by dark intrigue for place | A2 |
Like fabled gods their mighty war | A |
Shook realms and nations in its jar | A |
Beneath each banner proud to stand | J2 |
Looked up the noblest of the land | J2 |
Till through the British world were known | J |
The names of Pitt and Fox alone | J |
Spells of such force no wizard grave | E2 |
E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave | E2 |
Though his could drain the ocean dry | E2 |
And force the planets from the sky | E2 |
These spells are spent and spent with these | A2 |
The wine of life is on the lees | A2 |
Genius and taste and talent gone | J |
For ever tombed beneath the stone | J |
Where taming thought to human pride | J2 |
The mighty chiefs sleep side by side | J2 |
Drop upon Fox's grave the tear | A |
'Twill trickle to his rival's bier | A |
O'er Pitt's the mournful requiem sound | J2 |
And Fox's shall the notes rebound | J2 |
The solemn echo seems to cry | E2 |
here let their discord with them die | E2 |
Speak not for those a separate doom | C2 |
Whom Fate made brothers in the tomb | C2 |
But search the land of living men | J |
Where wilt thou find their like again | J |
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Rest ardent spirits till the cries | A2 |
Of dying Nature bid you rise | A2 |
Not even your Britain's groans can pierce | A2 |
The leaden silence of your hearse | A2 |
Then oh how impotent and vain | J |
This grateful tributary strain | J |
Though not unmarked from northern clime | C2 |
Ye heard the Border minstrel's rhyme | C2 |
His Gothic harp has o'er you rung | M2 |
The bard you deigned to praise your deathless names has sung | M2 |
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Stay yet illusion stay a while | L |
My wildered fancy still beguile | L |
From this high theme how can I part | J2 |
Ere half unloaded is my heart | J2 |
For all the tears e'er sorrow drew | A |
And all the raptures fancy knew | A |
And all the keener rush of blood | J2 |
That throbs through bard in bardlike mood | J2 |
Were here a tribute mean and low | L |
Though all their mingled streams could flow | L |
Woe wonder and sensation high | E2 |
In one spring tide of ecstasy | A2 |
It will not be it may not last | J2 |
The vision of enchantment's past | J2 |
Like frostwork in the morning ray | J2 |
The fancied fabric melts away | J2 |
Each Gothic arch memorial stone | J |
And long dim lofty aisle are gone | J |
And lingering last deception dear | A |
The choir's high sounds die on my ear | A |
Now slow return the lonely down | J |
The silent pastures bleak and brown | J |
The farm begirt with copsewood wild | J2 |
The gambols of each frolic child | J2 |
Mixing their shrill cries with the tone | J |
Of Tweed's dark waters rushing on | J |
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Prompt on unequal tasks to run | J |
Thus Nature disciplines her son | J |
Meeter she says for me to stray | J2 |
And waste the solitary day | J2 |
In plucking from yon fen the reed | J2 |
And watch it floating down the Tweed | J2 |
Or idly list the shrilling lay | J2 |
With which the milkmaid cheers her way | J2 |
Marking its cadence rise and fail | L |
As from the field beneath her pail | L |
She trips it down the uneven dale | L |
Meeter for me by yonder cairn | J |
The ancient shepherd's tale to learn | J |
Though oft he stop in rustic fear | A |
Lest his old legends tire the ear | A |
Of one who in his simple mind | J2 |
May boast of book learned taste refined | J2 |
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But thou my friend canst fitly tell | L |
For few have read romance so well | L |
How still the legendary lay | J2 |
O'er poet's bosom holds its sway | J2 |
How on the ancient minstrel strain | J |
Time lays his palsied hand in vain | J |
And how our hearts at doughty deeds | A2 |
By warriors wrought in steely weeds | A2 |
Still throb for fear and pity's sake | O2 |
As when the Champion of the Lake | O2 |
Enters Morgana's fated house | A2 |
Or in the Chapel Perilous | A2 |
Despising spells and demons' force | A2 |
Holds converse with the unburied corse | A2 |
Or when Dame Ganore's grace to move | E2 |
Alas that lawless was their love | E2 |
He sought proud Tarquin in his den | J |
And freed full sixty knights or when | J |
A sinful man and unconfessed | J2 |
He took the Sangreal's holy quest | J2 |
And slumbering saw the vision high | E2 |
He might not view with waking eye | E2 |
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The mightiest chiefs of British song | N2 |
Scorned not such legends to prolong | N2 |
They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream | C2 |
And mix in Milton's heavenly theme | C2 |
And Dryden in immortal strain | J |
Had raised the Table Round again | J |
But that a ribald king and court | J2 |
Bade him toil on to make them sport | J2 |
Demanded for their niggard pay | J2 |
Fit for their souls a looser lay | J2 |
Licentious satire song and play | J2 |
The world defrauded of the high design | J |
Profaned the God given strength and marred the lofty line | J |
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Warmed by such names well may we then | J |
Though dwindled sons of little men | J |
Essay to break a feeble lance | A2 |
In the fair fields of old romance | A2 |
Or seek the moated castle's cell | L |
Where long through talisman and spell | L |
While tyrants ruled and damsels wept | J2 |
Thy Genius Chivalry hath slept | J2 |
There sound the harpings of the North | G2 |
Till he awake and sally forth | G2 |
On venturous quest to bunny again | J |
In all his arms with all his train | J |
Shield lance and brand and plume and scarf | E2 |
Fay giant dragon squire and dwarf | E2 |
And wizard with his want of might | J2 |
And errant maid on palfrey white | J2 |
Around the Genius weave their spells | A2 |
Pure Love who scarce his passion tells | A2 |
Mystery half veiled and half revealed | J2 |
And Honour with his spotless shield | J2 |
Attention with fixed eye and Fear | A |
That loves the tale she shrinks to hear | A |
And gentle Courtesy and Faith | P2 |
Unchanged by sufferings time or death | Q2 |
And Valour lion mettled lord | J2 |
Leaning upon his own good sword | J2 |
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Well has thy fair achievement shown | J |
A worthy meed may thus be won | J |
Ytene's oaks beneath whose shade | J2 |
Their theme the merry minstrels made | J2 |
Of Ascapart and Bevis bold | J2 |
And that Red King who while of old | J2 |
Through Boldrewood the chase he led | J2 |
By his loved huntsman's arrow bled | J2 |
Ytene's oaks have heard again | J |
Renewed such legendary strain | J |
For thou hast sung how he of Gaul | L |
That Amadis so famed in hall | L |
For Oriana foiled in fight | J2 |
The necromancer's felon might | J2 |
And well in modern verse hast wove | E2 |
Partenopex's mystic love | E2 |
Hear then attentive to my lay | J2 |
A knightly tale of Albion's elder day | J2 |
Walter Scott (sir)
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