Marmion: Introduction To Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIJKK LL MMNNOOPQRRSSTTUVWWXX OOYYZA2OOB2B2C2C2GGD 2D2E2E2JJF2F2ZZG2G2D 2D2H2H2C2I2J2K2L2L2M 2T N2N2O2O2P2P2Q2R2L2L2 S2T2T2T2T2T2 U2U2V2V2O2JW2W2JJX2Y 2DZ2 V2V2A3A3T2T2T2T2E2E2 A3A3EET2T2DDZZLLB2B3 A2A2T2T2V2V2C2C2MMC3 C3C3J2J2V2V2 T2T2OOEEJJV2V2LLT2T2 D2D2T2T2C3C3D3D3B2B2 T2T2JJT2T2SSD3D3B2B2 V2V2E3E3F3E2G3G3T2T2 T2T2EEO2JT2T2O2O2 HHJJT2T2C3H3T2T2T2T2 T2T2V2V2T2T2T2T2V2V2 I3I3U2U2U2XXU2U2T2T2 LL| Like April morning clouds that pass | A |
| With varying shadow o'er the grass | A |
| And imitate on field and furrow | B |
| Life's chequered scene of joy and sorrow | B |
| Like streamlet of the mountain North | C |
| Now in a torrent racing forth | C |
| Now winding slow its silver train | D |
| And almost slumbering on the plain | D |
| Like breezes of the Autumn day | E |
| Whose voice inconstant dies away | E |
| And ever swells again as fast | F |
| When the ear deems its murmur past | F |
| Thus various my romantic theme | G |
| Flits winds or sinks a morning dream | G |
| Yet pleased our eye pursues the trace | H |
| Of light and shade's inconstant race | H |
| Pleased views the rivulet afar | I |
| Weaving its maze irregular | J |
| And pleased we listen as the breeze | K |
| Heaves its wild sigh through Autumn trees | K |
| Then wild as cloud or stream or gale | L |
| Flow on flow unconfined my tale | L |
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| Need I to thee dear Erskine tell | M |
| I love the license all too well | M |
| In sounds now lowly and now strong | N |
| To raise the desultory song | N |
| Oft when mid such capricious chime | O |
| Some transient fit of lofty rhyme | O |
| To thy kind judgment seemed excuse | P |
| For many an error of the muse | Q |
| Oft hast thou said If still misspent | R |
| Thine hours to poetry are lent | R |
| Go and to tame thy wandering course | S |
| Quaff from the fountain at the source | S |
| Approach those masters o'er whose tomb | T |
| Immortal laurels ever bloom | T |
| Instructive of the feebler bard | U |
| Still from the grave their voice is heard | V |
| From them and from the paths they showed | W |
| Choose honoured guide and practised road | W |
| Nor ramble on through brake and maze | X |
| With harpers rude of barbarous days | X |
| - | |
| Or deem'st thou not our later time | O |
| Yields topic meet for classic rhyme | O |
| Hast thou no elegiac verse | Y |
| For Brunswick's venerable hearse | Y |
| What not a line a tear a sigh | Z |
| When valour bleeds for liberty | A2 |
| Oh hero of that glorious time | O |
| When with unrivalled light sublime | O |
| Though martial Austria and though all | B2 |
| The might of Russia and the Gaul | B2 |
| Though banded Europe stood her foes | C2 |
| The star of Brandenburg arose | C2 |
| Thou couldst not live to see her beam | G |
| For ever quenched in Jena's stream | G |
| Lamented chief it was not given | D2 |
| To thee to change the doom of Heaven | D2 |
| And crush that dragon in its birth | E2 |
| Predestined scourge of guilty earth | E2 |
| Lamented chief not thine the power | J |
| To save in that presumptuous hour | J |
| When Prussia hurried to the field | F2 |
| And snatched the spear but left the shield | F2 |
| Valour and skill 'twas thine to try | Z |
| And tried in vain 'twas thine to die | Z |
| Ill had it seemed thy silver hair | G2 |
| The last the bitterest pang to share | G2 |
| For princedom reft and scutcheons riven | D2 |
| And birthrights to usurpers given | D2 |
| Thy land's thy children's wrongs to feel | H2 |
| And witness woes thou couldst not heal | H2 |
| On thee relenting Heaven bestows | C2 |
| For honoured life an honoured close | I2 |
| And when revolves in time's sure change | J2 |
| The hour of Germany's revenge | K2 |
| When breathing fury for her sake | L2 |
| Some new Arminius shall awake | L2 |
| Her champion ere he strike shall come | M2 |
| To whet his sword on Brunswick's tomb | T |
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| Or of the red cross hero teach | N2 |
| Dauntless in dungeon as on breach | N2 |
| Alike to him the sea the shore | O2 |
| The brand the bridle or the oar | O2 |
| Alike to him the war that calls | P2 |
| Its votaries to the shattered walls | P2 |
| Which the grim Turk besmeared with blood | Q2 |
| Against the invincible made good | R2 |
| Or that whose thundering voice could wake | L2 |
| The silence of the polar lake | L2 |
| When stubborn Russ and mettled Swede | S2 |
| On the warped wave their death game played | T2 |
| Or that where vengeance and affright | T2 |
| Howled round the father of the fight | T2 |
| Who snatched on Alexandria's sand | T2 |
| The conqueror's wreath with dying hand | T2 |
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| Or if to touch such chord be thine | U2 |
| Restore the ancient tragic line | U2 |
| And emulate the notes that rung | V2 |
| From the wild harp which silent hung | V2 |
| By silver Avon's holy shore | O2 |
| Till twice a hundred years rolled o'er | J |
| When she the bold enchantress came | W2 |
| With fearless hand and heart on flame | W2 |
| From the pale willow snatched the treasure | J |
| And swept it with a kindred measure | J |
| Till Avon's swans while rung the grove | X2 |
| With Montfort's hate and Basil's love | Y2 |
| Awakening at the inspired strain | D |
| Deemed their own Shakespeare lived again | Z2 |
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| Thy friendship thus thy judgment wronging | V2 |
| With praises not to me belonging | V2 |
| In task more meet for mightiest powers | A3 |
| Wouldst thou engage my thriftless hours | A3 |
| But say my Erskine hast thou weighed | T2 |
| That secret power by all obeyed | T2 |
| Which warps not less the passive mind | T2 |
| Its source concealed or undefined | T2 |
| Whether an impulse that has birth | E2 |
| Soon as the infant wakes on earth | E2 |
| One with our feelings and our powers | A3 |
| And rather part of us than ours | A3 |
| Or whether fitlier termed the sway | E |
| Of habit formed in early day | E |
| Howe'er derived its force confessed | T2 |
| Rules with despotic sway the breast | T2 |
| And drags us on by viewless chain | D |
| While taste and reason plead in vain | D |
| Look east and ask the Belgian why | Z |
| Beneath Batavia's sultry sky | Z |
| He seeks not eager to inhale | L |
| The freshness of the mountain gale | L |
| Content to rear his whitened wall | B2 |
| Beside the dank and dull canal | B3 |
| He'll say from youth he loved to see | A2 |
| The white sail gliding by the tree | A2 |
| Or see yon weather beaten hind | T2 |
| Whose sluggish herds before him wind | T2 |
| Whose tattered plaid and rugged cheek | V2 |
| His northern clime and kindred speak | V2 |
| Through England's laughing meads he goes | C2 |
| And England's wealth around him flows | C2 |
| Ask if it would content him well | M |
| At ease in those gay plains to dwell | M |
| Where hedgerows spread a verdant screen | C3 |
| And spires and forests intervene | C3 |
| And the neat cottage peeps between | C3 |
| No not for these would he exchange | J2 |
| His dark Lochaber's boundless range | J2 |
| Nor for fair Devon's meads forsake | V2 |
| Ben Nevis grey and Garry's lake | V2 |
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| Thus while I ape the measure wild | T2 |
| Of tales that charmed me yet a child | T2 |
| Rude though they be still with the chime | O |
| Return the thoughts of early time | O |
| And feelings roused in life's first day | E |
| Glow in the line and prompt the lay | E |
| Then rise those crags that mountain tower | J |
| Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour | J |
| Though no broad river swept along | V2 |
| To claim perchance heroic song | V2 |
| Though sighed no groves in summer gale | L |
| To prompt of love a softer tale | L |
| Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed | T2 |
| Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed | T2 |
| Yet was poetic impulse given | D2 |
| By the green hill and clear blue heaven | D2 |
| It was a barren scene and wild | T2 |
| Where naked cliffs were rudely piled | T2 |
| But ever and anon between | C3 |
| Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green | C3 |
| And well the lonely infant knew | D3 |
| Recesses where the wallflower grew | D3 |
| And honeysuckle loved to crawl | B2 |
| Up the low crag and ruined wall | B2 |
| I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade | T2 |
| The sun in all its round surveyed | T2 |
| And still I thought that shattered tower | J |
| The mightiest work of human power | J |
| And marvelled as the aged hind | T2 |
| With some strange tale bewitched my mind | T2 |
| Of forayers who with headlong force | S |
| Down from that strength had spurred their horse | S |
| Their southern rapine to renew | D3 |
| Far in the distant Cheviots blue | D3 |
| And home returning filled the hall | B2 |
| With revel wassail rout and brawl | B2 |
| Methought that still with trump and clang | V2 |
| The gateway's broken arches rang | V2 |
| Methought grim features seamed with scars | E3 |
| Glared through the window's rusty bars | E3 |
| And ever by the winter hearth | F3 |
| Old tales I heard of woe or mirth | E2 |
| Of lovers' slights of ladies' charms | G3 |
| Of witches' spells of warriors' arms | G3 |
| Of patriot battles won of old | T2 |
| By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold | T2 |
| Of later fields of feud and fight | T2 |
| When pouring from their Highland height | T2 |
| The Scottish clans in headlong sway | E |
| Had swept the scarlet ranks away | E |
| While stretched at length upon the floor | O2 |
| Again I fought each combat o'er | J |
| Pebbles and shells in order laid | T2 |
| The mimic ranks of war displayed | T2 |
| And onward still the Scottish Lion bore | O2 |
| And still the scattered Southron fled before | O2 |
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| Still with vain fondness could I trace | H |
| Anew each kind familiar face | H |
| That brightened at our evening fire | J |
| From the thatched mansion's grey haired sire | J |
| Wise without learning plain and good | T2 |
| And sprung of Scotland's gentler blood | T2 |
| Whose eye in age quick clear and keen | C3 |
| Showed what in youth its glance had been | H3 |
| Whose doom discording neighbours sought | T2 |
| Content with equity unbought | T2 |
| To him the venerable priest | T2 |
| Our frequent and familiar guest | T2 |
| Whose life and manners well could paint | T2 |
| Alike the student and the saint | T2 |
| Alas whose speech too oft I broke | V2 |
| With gambol rude and timeless joke | V2 |
| For I was wayward bold and wild | T2 |
| A self willed imp a grandame's child | T2 |
| But half a plague and half a jest | T2 |
| Was still endured beloved caressed | T2 |
| For me thus nurtured dost thou ask | V2 |
| The classic poet's well conned task | V2 |
| Nay Erskine nay On the wild hill | I3 |
| Let the wild heathbell flourish still | I3 |
| Cherish the tulip prune the vine | U2 |
| But freely let the woodbine twine | U2 |
| And leave untrimmed the eglantine | U2 |
| Nay my friend nay Since oft thy praise | X |
| Hath given fresh vigour to my lays | X |
| Since oft thy judgment could refine | U2 |
| My flattened thought or cumbrous line | U2 |
| Still kind as is thy wont attend | T2 |
| And in the minstrel spare the friend | T2 |
| Though wild as cloud as stream as gale | L |
| Flow forth flow unrestrained my tale | L |
Walter Scott (sir)
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