Marmion: Introduction To Canto Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBCCDDEEBBFFGGHIJ JEEKKLCGGMMBBNNOOEEP PQQRRGGSSPPTTUUVWIXY YZZA2A2IIA2A2B2B2C2C 2A2A2D2D2D2D2LLE2E2B BF2F2G2BF2F2F2F2D2D2 RRRH2H2F2F2D2D2D2D2D 2D2D2D2D2RRRI2I2LCA2 A2F2F2A2A2FFA2A2RRA2 A2E2E2CCA2A2D2D2RRRR J2J2RRA2A2A2A2K2K2RR A2D2A2RRE2E2L2L2LLC2 D2RRA2A2C2D2D2D2MMII M2M2D2D2A2A2D2D2K2K2 N2N2N2K2K2F2F2YYYK2K 2A2A2K2K2L2L2E2E2O2O 2DDRRD2D2A2A2A2A2F2F 2D2D2D2F2F2F2F2J2J2Heap on more wood the wind is chill | A |
But let it whistle as it will | A |
We'll keep our Christmas merry still | A |
Each age has deemed the new born year | B |
The fittest time for festal cheer | B |
E'en heathen yet the savage Dane | C |
At Iol more deep the mead did drain | C |
High on the beach his galleys drew | D |
And feasted all his pirate crew | D |
Then in his low and pine built hall | E |
Where shields and axes decked the wall | E |
They gorged upon the half dressed steer | B |
Caroused in seas of sable beer | B |
While round in brutal jest were thrown | F |
The half gnawed rib and marrow bone | F |
Or listened all in grim delight | G |
While scalds yelled out the joys of fight | G |
Then forth in frenzy would they hie | H |
While wildly loose their red locks fly | I |
And dancing round the blazing pile | J |
They make such barbarous mirth the while | J |
As best might to the mind recall | E |
The boist'rous joys of Odin's hall | E |
And well our Christian sires of old | K |
Loved when the year its course had rolled | K |
And brought blithe Christmas back again | L |
With all his hospitable train | C |
Domestic and religious rite | G |
Gave honour to the holy night | G |
On Christmas Eve the bells were rung | M |
On Christmas Eve the mass was sung | M |
That only night in all the year | B |
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear | B |
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen | N |
The hall was dressed with holly green | N |
Forth to the wood did merry men go | O |
To gather in the mistletoe | O |
Then opened wide the baron's hall | E |
To vassal tenant serf and all | E |
Power laid his rod of rule aside | P |
And Ceremony doffed his pride | P |
The heir with roses in his shoes | Q |
That night might village partner choose | Q |
The lord underogating share | R |
The vulgar game of post and pair | R |
All hailed with uncontrolled delight | G |
And general voice the happy night | G |
That to the cottage as the crown | S |
Brought tidings of salvation down | S |
The fire with well dried logs supplied | P |
Went roaring up the chimney wide | P |
The huge hall table's oaken face | T |
Scrubbed till it shone the day to grace | T |
Bore then upon its massive board | U |
No mark to part the squire and lord | U |
Then was brought in the lusty brawn | V |
By old blue coated serving man | W |
Then the grim boar's head frowned on high | I |
Crested with bays and rosemary | X |
Well can the green garbed ranger tell | Y |
How when and where the monster fell | Y |
What dogs before his death he tore | Z |
And all the baiting of the boar | Z |
The wassail round in good brown bowls | A2 |
Garnished with ribbons blithely trowls | A2 |
There the huge sirloin reeked hard by | I |
Plum porridge stood and Christmas pie | I |
Nor failed old Scotland to produce | A2 |
At such high tide her savoury goose | A2 |
Then came the merry maskers in | B2 |
And carols roared with blithesome din | B2 |
If unmelodious was the song | C2 |
It was a hearty note and strong | C2 |
Who lists may in their mumming see | A2 |
Traces of ancient mystery | A2 |
White shirts supplied the masquerade | D2 |
And smutted cheeks the visors made | D2 |
But oh what maskers richly dight | D2 |
Can boast of bosoms half so light | D2 |
England was merry England when | L |
Old Christmas brought his sports again | L |
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale | E2 |
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale | E2 |
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer | B |
The poor man's heart through half the year | B |
Still linger in our Northern clime | F2 |
Some remnants of the good old time | F2 |
And still within our valleys here | G2 |
We hold the kindred title dear | B |
Even when perchance its far fetched claim | F2 |
To Southern ear sounds empty name | F2 |
For course of blood our proverbs deem | F2 |
Is warmer than the mountain stream | F2 |
And thus my Christmas still I hold | D2 |
Where my great grandsire came of old | D2 |
With amber beard and flaxen hair | R |
And reverend apostolic air | R |
The feast and holy tide to share | R |
And mix sobriety with wine | H2 |
And honest mirth with thoughts divine | H2 |
Small thought was his in after time | F2 |
E'er to be hitched into a rhyme | F2 |
The simple sire could only boast | D2 |
That he was loyal to his cost | D2 |
The banished race of kings revered | D2 |
And lost his land but kept his beard | D2 |
In these dear halls where welcome kind | D2 |
Is with fair liberty combined | D2 |
Where cordial friendship gives the hand | D2 |
And flies constraint the magic wand | D2 |
Of the fair dame that rules the land | D2 |
Little we heed the tempest drear | R |
While music mirth and social cheer | R |
Speed on their wings the passing year | R |
And Mertoun's halls are fair e'en now | I2 |
When not a leaf is on the bough | I2 |
Tweed loves them well and turns again | L |
As loth to leave the sweet domain | C |
And holds his mirror to her face | A2 |
And clips her with a close embrace | A2 |
Gladly as he we seek the dome | F2 |
And as reluctant turn us home | F2 |
How just that at this time of glee | A2 |
My thoughts should Heber turn to thee | A2 |
For many a merry hour we've known | F |
And heard the chimes of midnight's tone | F |
Cease then my friend a moment cease | A2 |
And leave these classic tomes in peace | A2 |
Of Roman and of Grecian lore | R |
Sure mortal brain can hold no more | R |
These ancients as Noll Bluff might say | A2 |
Were pretty fellows in their day | A2 |
But time and tide o'er all prevail | E2 |
On Christmas eve a Christmas tale | E2 |
Of wonder and of war Profane | C |
What leave the loftier Latian strain | C |
Her stately prose her verse's charms | A2 |
To hear the clash of rusty arms | A2 |
In Fairy Land or Limbo lost | D2 |
To jostle conjuror and ghost | D2 |
Goblin and witch Nay Heber dear | R |
Before you touch my charter hear | R |
Though Leyden aids alas no more | R |
My cause with many languaged lore | R |
This may I say in realms of death | J2 |
Ulysses meets Alcides' WRAITH | J2 |
AEneas upon Thracia's shore | R |
The ghost of murdered Polydore | R |
For omens we in Livy cross | A2 |
At every turn locutus Bos | A2 |
As grave and duly speaks that ox | A2 |
As if he told the price of stocks | A2 |
Or held in Rome republican | K2 |
The place of common councilman | K2 |
All nations have their omens drear | R |
Their legends wild of woe and fear | R |
To Cambria look the peasant see | A2 |
Bethink him of Glendowerdy | D2 |
And shun the spirit's blasted tree | A2 |
The Highlander whose red claymore | R |
The battle turned on Maida's shore | R |
Will on a Friday morn look pale | E2 |
If asked to tell a fairy tale | E2 |
He fears the vengeful elfin king | L2 |
Who leaves that day his grassy ring | L2 |
Invisible to human ken | L |
He walks among the sons of men | L |
Did'st e'er dear Heber pass along | C2 |
Beneath the towers of Franchemont | D2 |
Which like an eagle's nest in air | R |
Hang o'er the stream and hamlet fair | R |
Deep in their vaults the peasants say | A2 |
A mighty treasure buried lay | A2 |
Amassed through rapine and through wrong | C2 |
By the last Lord of Franchemont | D2 |
The iron chest is bolted hard | D2 |
A huntsman sits its constant guard | D2 |
Around his neck his horn is hung | M |
His hanger in his belt is slung | M |
Before his feet his blood hounds lie | I |
And 'twere not for his gloomy eye | I |
Whose withering glance no heart can brook | M2 |
As true a huntsman doth he look | M2 |
As bugle e'er in brake did sound | D2 |
Or ever hallooed to a hound | D2 |
To chase the fiend and win the prize | A2 |
In that same dungeon ever tries | A2 |
An aged necromantic priest | D2 |
It is an hundred years at least | D2 |
Since 'twixt them first the strife begun | K2 |
And neither yet has lost nor won | K2 |
And oft the conjuror's words will make | N2 |
The stubborn demon groan and quake | N2 |
And oft the bands of iron break | N2 |
Or bursts one lock that still amain | K2 |
Fast as 'tis opened shuts again | K2 |
That magic strife within the tomb | F2 |
May last until the day of doom | F2 |
Unless the adept shall learn to tell | Y |
The very word that clenched the spell | Y |
When Franchemont locked the treasure cell | Y |
A hundred years are past and gone | K2 |
And scarce three letters has he won | K2 |
Such general superstition may | A2 |
Excuse for old Pitscottie say | A2 |
Whose gossip history has given | K2 |
My song the messenger from heaven | K2 |
That warned in Lithgow Scotland's king | L2 |
Nor less the infernal summoning | L2 |
May pass the monk of Durham's tale | E2 |
Whose demon fought in Gothic mail | E2 |
May pardon plead for Fordun grave | O2 |
Who told of Gifford's goblin cave | O2 |
But why such instances to you | D |
Who in an instant can renew | D |
Your treasured hoards of various lore | R |
And furnish twenty thousand more | R |
Hoards not like theirs whose volumes rest | D2 |
Like treasures in the Franchemont chest | D2 |
While gripple owners still refuse | A2 |
To others what they cannot use | A2 |
Give them the priest's whole century | A2 |
They shall not spell you letters three | A2 |
Their pleasure in the books the same | F2 |
The magpie takes in pilfered gem | F2 |
Thy volumes open as thy heart | D2 |
Delight amusement science art | D2 |
To every ear and eye impart | D2 |
Yet who of all who thus employ them | F2 |
Can like the owner's self enjoy them | F2 |
But hark I hear the distant drum | F2 |
The day of Flodden Field is come | F2 |
Adieu dear Heber life and health | J2 |
And store of literary wealth | J2 |
Walter Scott (sir)
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Marmion: Introduction To Canto Vi. poem by Walter Scott (sir)
Best Poems of Walter Scott (sir)