Marmion: Introduction To Canto Iv. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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An ancient minstrel sagely said	A
Where is the life which late we led	A
That motley clown in Arden wood	B
Whom humorous Jaques with envy viewed	C
Not even that clown could amplify	D
On this trite text so long as I	D
Eleven years we now may tell	E
Since we have known each other well	E
Since riding side by side our hand	F
First drew the voluntary brand	F
And sure through many a varied scene	G
Unkindness never came between	G
Away these winged years have flown	H
To join the mass of ages gone	I
And though deep marked like all below	J
With checkered shades of joy and woe	J
Though thou o'er realms and seas hast ranged	K
Marked cities lost and empires changed	K
While here at home my narrower ken	L
Somewhat of manners saw and men	L
Though varying wishes hopes and fears	M
Fevered the progress of these years	M
Yet now days weeks and months but seem	N
The recollection of a dream	N
So still we glide down to the sea	O
Of fathomless eternity	O
Even now it scarcely seems a day	P
Since first I tuned this idle lay	P
A task so often thrown aside	Q
When leisure graver cares denied	Q
That now November's dreary gale	R
Whose voice inspired my opening tale	R
That same November gale once more	S
Whirls the dry leaves on Yarrow shore	S
Their vexed boughs streaming to the sky	D
Once more our naked birches sigh	D
And Blackhouse heights and Ettrick Pen	L
Have donned their wintry shrouds again	L
And mountain dark and flooded mead	T
Bid us forsake the banks of Tweed	T
Earlier than wont along the sky	D
Mixed with the rack the snow mists fly	D
The shepherd who in summer sun	U
Had something of our envy won	U
As thou with pencil I with pen	L
The features traced of hill and glen	L
He who outstretched the livelong day	P
At ease among the heath flowers lay	P
Viewed the light clouds with vacant look	V
Or slumbered o'er his tattered book	V
Or idly busied him to guide	Q
His angle o'er the lessened tide	Q
At midnight now the snowy plain	W
Finds sterner labour for the swain	W
When red hath set the beamless sun	U
Through heavy vapours dark and dun	U
When the tired ploughman dry and warm	X
Hears half asleep the rising storm	X
Hurling the hail and sleeted rain	W
Against the casement's tinkling pane	W
The sounds that drive wild deer and fox	Y
To shelter in the brake and rocks	Y
Are warnings which the shepherd ask	Z
To dismal and to dangerous task	Z
Oft he looks forth and hopes in vain	W
The blast may sink in mellowing rain	W
Till dark above and white below	J
Decided drives the flaky snow	J
And forth the hardy swain must go	J
Long with dejected look and whine	A2
To leave the hearth his dogs repine	A2
Whistling and cheering them to aid	B2
Around his back he wreathes the plaid	C2
His flock he gathers and he guides	D2
To open downs and mountain sides	D2
Where fiercest though the tempest blow	J
Least deeply lies the drift below	J
The blast that whistles o'er the fells	E2
Stiffens his locks to icicles	F2
Oft he looks back while streaming far	G2
His cottage window seems a star	G2
Loses its feeble gleam and then	A2
Turns patient to the blast again	A2
And facing to the tempest's sweep	H2
Drives through the gloom his lagging sheep	H2
If fails his heart if his limbs fail	R
Benumbing death is in the gale	R
His paths his landmarks all unknown	A2
Close to the hut no more his own	A2
Close to the aid he sought in vain	A2
The morn may find the stiffened swain	A2
The widow sees at dawning pale	R
His orphans raise their feeble wail	R
And close beside him in the snow	J
Poor Yarrow partner of their woe	J
Couches upon his master's breast	I2
And licks his cheek to break his rest	I2
Who envies now the shepherd's lot	J2
His healthy fare his rural cot	J2
His summer couch by greenwood tree	O
His rustic kirn's loud revelry	O
His native hill notes tuned on high	D
To Marion of the blithesome eye	D
His crook his scrip his oaten reed	T
And all Arcadia's golden creed	T
Changes not so with us my Skene	A2
Of human life the varying scene	A2
Our youthful summer oft we see	O
Dance by on wings of game and glee	O
While the dark storm reserves its rage	K2
Against the winter of our age	K2
As he the ancient Chief of Troy	L2
His manhood spent in peace and joy	L2
But Grecian fires and loud alarms	M2
Called ancient Priam forth to arms	M2
Then happy those since each must drain	A2
His share of pleasure share of pain	A2
Then happy those beloved of Heaven	A2
To whom the mingled cup is given	A2
Whose lenient sorrows find relief	N2
Whose joys are chastened by their grief	N2
And such a lot my Skene was thine	A2
When thou of late wert doomed to twine	A2
Just when thy bridal hour was by	D
The cypress with the myrtle tie	D
Just on thy bride her sire had smiled	O2
And blessed the union of his child	O2
When Love must change its joyous cheer	P2
And wipe Affection's filial tear	Q2
Nor did the actions next his end	R2
Speak more the father than the friend	R2
Scarce had lamented Forbes paid	B2
The tribute to his minstrel's shade	B2
The tale of friendship scarce was told	S2
Ere the narrator's heart was cold	S2
Far may we search before we find	T2
A heart so manly and so kind	T2
But not around his honoured urn	A2
Shall friends alone and kindred mourn	A2
The thousand eyes his care had dried	Q
Pour at his name a bitter tide	Q
And frequent falls the grateful dew	U2
For benefits the world ne'er knew	U2
If mortal charity dare claim	V2
The Almighty's attributed name	V2
Inscribe above his mouldering clay	P
The widow's shield the orphan's stay	P
Nor though it wake thy sorrow deem	N
My verse intrudes on this sad theme	N
For sacred was the pen that wrote	W2
Thy father's friend forget thou not	J2
And grateful title may I plead	T
For many a kindly word and deed	T
To bring my tribute to his grave	X2
'Tis little but 'tis all I have	Y2
To thee perchance this rambling strain	A2
Recalls our summer walks again	A2
When doing naught and to speak true	U2
Not anxious to find aught to do	U2
The wild unbounded hills we ranged	K
While oft our talk its topic changed	K
And desultory as our way	P
Ranged unconfined from grave to gay	P
Even when it flagged as oft will chance	Z2
No effort made to break its trance	Z2
We could right pleasantly pursue	U2
Our sports in social silence too	U2
Thou gravely labouring to portray	P
The blighted oak's fantastic spray	P
I spelling o'er with much delight	A3
The legend of that antique knight	A3
Tirante by name ycleped the White	A3
At either's feet a trusty squire	B3
Pandour and Camp with eyes of fire	C3
Jealous each other's motions viewed	C
And scarce suppressed their ancient feud	C
The laverock whistled from the cloud	D3
The stream was lively but not loud	D3
From the white thorn the Mayflower shed	A
Its dewy fragrance round our head	A
Not Ariel lived more merrily	O
Under the blossomed bough than we	O
And blithesome nights too have been ours	E3
When winter stript the summer's bowers	E3
Careless we heard what now I hear	F3
The wild blast sighing deep and drear	F3
When fires were bright and lamps beamed gay	P
And ladies tuned the lovely lay	P
And he was held a laggard soul	G3
Who shunned to quaff the sparkling bowl	G3
Then he whose absence we deplore	F3
Who breathes the gales of Devon's shore	F3
The longer missed bewailed the more	F3
And thou and I and dear loved Rae	P
And one whose name I may not say	P
For not Mimosa's tender tree	F3
Shrinks sooner from the touch than he	F3
In merry chorus well combined	T2
With laughter drowned the whistling wind	T2
Mirth was within and Care without	H3
Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout	H3
Not but amid the buxom scene	A2
Some grave discourse might intervene	A2
Of the good horse that bore him best	I2
His shoulder hoof and arching crest	I2
For like mad Tom's our chiefest care	F3
Was horse to ride and weapon wear	F3
Such nights we've had and though the game	V2
Of manhood be more sober tame	V2
And though the field day or the drill	I3
Seem less important now yet still	I3
Such may we hope to share again	A2
The sprightly thought inspires my strain	A2
And mark how like a horseman true	F3
Lord Marmion's march I thus renew	F3