The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Fifth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light | B |
| When first by the bewildered pilgrim spied | C |
| It smiles upon the dreary brow of night | B |
| And silvers o'er the torrent's foaming tide | C |
| And lights the fearful path on mountain side | C |
| Fair as that beam although the fairest far | D |
| Giving to horror grace to danger pride | C |
| Shine martial Faith and Courtesy's bright star | D |
| Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of War | E |
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| That early beam so fair and sheen | F |
| Was twinkling through the hazel screen | F |
| When rousing at its glimmer red | G |
| The warriors left their lowly bed | G |
| Looked out upon the dappled sky | - |
| Muttered their soldier matins try | - |
| And then awaked their fire to steal | H |
| As short and rude their soldier meal | H |
| That o'er the Gael around him threw | I |
| His graceful plaid of varied hue | I |
| And true to promise led the way | J |
| By thicket green and mountain gray | J |
| A wildering path they winded now | K |
| Along the precipice's brow | K |
| Commanding the rich scenes beneath | L |
| The windings of the Forth and Teith | L |
| And all the vales between that lie | - |
| Till Stirling's turrets melt in sky | - |
| Then sunk in copse their farthest glance | M |
| Gained not the length of horseman's lance | M |
| 'Twas oft so steep the foot was as fain | N |
| Assistance from the hand to gain | N |
| So tangled oft that bursting through | I |
| Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew | I |
| That diamond dew so pure and clear | O |
| It rivals all but Beauty's tear | P |
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| At length they came where stern and steep | Q |
| The hill sinks down upon the deep | Q |
| Here Vennachar in silver flows | R |
| There ridge on ridge Benledi rose | R |
| Ever the hollow path twined on | S |
| Beneath steep hank and threatening stone | T |
| A hundred men might hold the post | U |
| With hardihood against a host | U |
| The rugged mountain's scanty cloak | V |
| Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak | V |
| With shingles bare and cliffs between | F |
| And patches bright of bracken green | F |
| And heather black that waved so high | - |
| It held the copse in rivalry | W |
| But where the lake slept deep and still | X |
| Dank osiers fringed the swamp and hill | X |
| And oft both path and hill were torn | Y |
| Where wintry torrent down had borne | Y |
| And heaped upon the cumbered land | Z |
| Its wreck of gravel rocks and sand | Z |
| So toilsome was the road to trace | A2 |
| The guide abating of his pace | A2 |
| Led slowly through the pass's jaws | B2 |
| And asked Fitz James by what strange cause | C2 |
| He sought these wilds traversed by few | I |
| Without a pass from Roderick Dhu | I |
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| IV | I |
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| 'Brave Gael my pass in danger tried | C |
| Hangs in my belt and by my side | C |
| Yet sooth to tell ' the Saxon said | G |
| 'I dreamt not now to claim its aid | D2 |
| When here but three days since | E2 |
| I came Bewildered in pursuit of game | F2 |
| All seemed as peaceful and as still | X |
| As the mist slumbering on yon hill | X |
| Thy dangerous Chief was then afar | D |
| Nor soon expected back from war | E |
| Thus said at least my mountain guide | C |
| Though deep perchance the villain lied ' | - |
| 'Yet why a second venture try ' | - |
| 'A warrior thou and ask me why | - |
| Moves our free course by such fixed cause | C2 |
| As gives the poor mechanic laws | B2 |
| Enough I sought to drive away | J |
| The lazy hours of peaceful day | J |
| Slight cause will then suffice to guide | C |
| A Knight's free footsteps far and wide | C |
| A falcon flown a greyhound strayed | D2 |
| The merry glance of mountain maid | D2 |
| Or if a path be dangerous known | T |
| The danger's self is lure alone ' | - |
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| V | I |
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| 'Thy secret keep I urge thee not | G2 |
| Yet ere again ye sought this spot | G2 |
| Say heard ye naught of Lowland war | E |
| Against Clan Alpine raised by Mar ' | - |
| 'No by my word of bands prepared | H2 |
| To guard King James's sports I heard | I2 |
| Nor doubt I aught but when they hear | J2 |
| This muster of the mountaineer | O |
| Their pennons will abroad be flung | K2 |
| Which else in Doune had peaceful hung ' | - |
| 'Free be they flung for we were loath | L |
| Their silken folds should feast the moth | L |
| Free be they flung as free shall wave | I |
| Clan Alpine's pine in banner brave | I |
| But stranger peaceful since you came | F2 |
| Bewildered in the mountain game | F2 |
| Whence the bold boast by which you show | L2 |
| Vich Alpine's vowed and mortal foe ' | - |
| 'Warrior but yester morn I knew | I |
| Naught of thy Chieftain Roderick Dhu | I |
| Save as an outlawed desperate man | M2 |
| The chief of a rebellious clan | M2 |
| Who in the Regent's court and sight | B |
| With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight | B |
| Yet this alone might from his part | N2 |
| Sever each true and loyal heart ' | - |
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| Wrathful at such arraignment foul | O2 |
| Dark lowered the clansman's sable scowl | O2 |
| A space he paused then sternly said | G |
| 'And heardst thou why he drew his blade | D2 |
| Heardst thou that shameful word and blow | L2 |
| Brought Roderick's vengeance on his foe | L2 |
| What recked the Chieftain if he stood | P2 |
| On Highland heath or Holy Rood | Q2 |
| He rights such wrong where it is given | R2 |
| If it were in the court of heaven ' | - |
| 'Still was it outrage yet 'tis true | I |
| Not then claimed sovereignty his due | I |
| While Albany with feeble hand | Z |
| Held borrowed truncheon of command | Z |
| The young King mewed in Stirling tower | S2 |
| Was stranger to respect and power | S2 |
| But then thy Chieftain's robber life | I |
| Winning mean prey by causeless strife | I |
| Wrenching from ruined Lowland swain | N |
| His herds and harvest reared in vain | N |
| Methinks a soul like thine should scorn | Y |
| The spoils from such foul foray borne ' | - |
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| The Gael beheld him grim the while | T2 |
| And answered with disdainful smile | T2 |
| 'Saxon from yonder mountain high | I |
| I marked thee send delighted eye | I |
| Far to the south and east where lay | J |
| Extended in succession gay | J |
| Deep waving fields and pastures green | F |
| With gentle slopes and groves between | F |
| These fertile plains that softened vale | U2 |
| Were once the birthright of the Gael | U2 |
| The stranger came with iron hand | Z |
| And from our fathers reft the land | Z |
| Where dwell we now See rudely swell | V2 |
| Crag over crag and fell o'er fell | V2 |
| Ask we this savage hill we tread | G |
| For fattened steer or household bread | G |
| Ask we for flocks these shingles dry | I |
| And well the mountain might reply | I |
| To you as to your sires of yore | E |
| Belong the target and claymore | E |
| I give you shelter in my breast | W2 |
| Your own good blades must win the rest | W2 |
| Pent in this fortress of the North | L |
| Think'st thou we will not sally forth | L |
| To spoil the spoiler as we may | J |
| And from the robber rend the prey | J |
| Ay by my soul While on yon plain | N |
| The Saxon rears one shock of grain | N |
| While of ten thousand herds there strays | X2 |
| But one along yon river's maze | X2 |
| The Gael of plain and river heir | P |
| Shall with strong hand redeem his share | P |
| Where live the mountain Chiefs who hold | Y2 |
| That plundering Lowland field and fold | Y2 |
| Is aught but retribution true | I |
| Seek other cause 'gainst Roderick Dhu ' | - |
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| Answered Fitz James 'And if I sought | Z2 |
| Think'st thou no other could be brought | Z2 |
| What deem ye of my path waylaid | D2 |
| My life given o'er to ambuscade ' | - |
| 'As of a meed to rashness due | I |
| Hadst thou sent warning fair and true | I |
| I seek my hound or falcon strayed | D2 |
| I seek good faith a Highland maid | D2 |
| Free hadst thou been to come and go | L2 |
| But secret path marks secret foe | L2 |
| Nor yet for this even as a spy | I |
| Hadst thou unheard been doomed to die | I |
| Save to fulfil an augury ' | - |
| 'Well let it pass nor will I now | K |
| Fresh cause of enmity avow | K |
| To chafe thy mood and cloud thy brow | K |
| Enough I am by promise tied | C |
| To match me with this man of pride | C |
| Twice have I sought Clan Alpine's glen | A3 |
| In peace but when I come again | A3 |
| I come with banner brand and bow | K |
| As leader seeks his mortal foe | L2 |
| For love lore swain in lady's bower | S2 |
| Ne'er panted for the appointed hour | S2 |
| As I until before me stand | Z |
| This rebel Chieftain and his band ' | - |
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| 'Have then thy wish ' He whistled shrill | X |
| And he was answered from the hill | X |
| Wild as the scream of the curlew | X |
| From crag to crag the signal flew | X |
| Instant through copse and heath arose | X2 |
| Bonnets and spears and bended bows | X2 |
| On right on left above below | X |
| Sprung up at once the lurking foe | X |
| From shingles gray their lances start | N2 |
| The bracken bush sends forth the dart | N2 |
| The rushes and the willow wand | B3 |
| Are bristling into axe and brand | Z |
| And every tuft of broom gives life | I |
| 'To plaided warrior armed for strife | I |
| That whistle garrisoned the glen | A3 |
| At once with full five hundred men | A3 |
| As if the yawning hill to heaven | R2 |
| A subterranean host had given | R2 |
| Watching their leader's beck and will | X |
| All silent there they stood and still | X |
| Like the loose crags whose threatening mass | X2 |
| Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass | X2 |
| As if an infant's touch could urge | C3 |
| Their headlong passage down the verge | C3 |
| With step and weapon forward flung | K2 |
| Upon the mountain side they hung | K2 |
| The Mountaineer cast glance of pride | C |
| Along Benledi's living side | C |
| Then fixed his eye and sable brow | K |
| Full on Fitz James 'How say'st thou now | K |
| These are Clan Alpine's warriors true | X |
| And Saxon I am Roderick Dhu ' | - |
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| Fitz James was brave though to his heart | N2 |
| The life blood thrilled with sudden start | N2 |
| He manned himself with dauntless air | P |
| Returned the Chief his haughty stare | P |
| His back against a rock he bore | E |
| And firmly placed his foot before | E |
| 'Come one come all this rock shall fly | X |
| From its firm base as soon as I ' | - |
| Sir Roderick marked and in his eyes | X2 |
| Respect was mingled with surprise | X2 |
| And the stern joy which warriors feel | X |
| In foeman worthy of their steel | X |
| Short space he stood then waved his hand | Z |
| Down sunk the disappearing band | Z |
| Each warrior vanished where he stood | P2 |
| In broom or bracken heath or wood | P2 |
| Sunk brand and spear and bended bow | K |
| In osiers pale and copses low | X |
| It seemed as if their mother Earth | L |
| Had swallowed up her warlike birth | L |
| The wind's last breath had tossed in air | P |
| Pennon and plaid and plumage fair | P |
| The next but swept a lone hill side | C |
| Where heath and fern were waving wide | C |
| The sun's last glance was glinted back | D3 |
| From spear and glaive from targe and jack | D3 |
| The next all unreflected shone | T |
| On bracken green and cold gray stone | T |
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| Fitz James looked round yet scarce believed | E3 |
| The witness that his sight received | E3 |
| Such apparition well might seem | F3 |
| Delusion of a dreadful dream | F3 |
| Sir Roderick in suspense he eyed | C |
| And to his look the Chief replied | C |
| 'Fear naught nay that I need not say | X2 |
| But doubt not aught from mine array | X2 |
| Thou art my guest I pledged my word | I2 |
| As far as Coilantogle ford | G3 |
| Nor would I call a clansman's brand | Z |
| For aid against one valiant hand | Z |
| Though on our strife lay every vale | X |
| Rent by the Saxon from the Gael | X |
| So move we on I only meant | H3 |
| To show the reed on which you leant | I3 |
| Deeming this path you might pursue | X |
| Without a pass from Roderick Dhu ' | - |
| They moved I said Fitz James was brave | I |
| As ever knight that belted glaive | I |
| Yet dare not say that now his blood | J3 |
| Kept on its wont and tempered flood | J3 |
| As following Roderick's stride he drew | X |
| That seeming lonesome pathway through | X |
| Which yet by fearful proof was rife | I |
| With lances that to take his life | I |
| Waited but signal from a guide | C |
| So late dishonored and defied | C |
| Ever by stealth his eye sought round | K3 |
| The vanished guardians of the ground | K3 |
| And stir'd from copse and heather deep | Q |
| Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep | Q |
| And in the plover's shrilly strain | N |
| The signal whistle heard again | A3 |
| Nor breathed he free till far behind | L3 |
| The pass was left for then they wind | L3 |
| Along a wide and level green | F |
| Where neither tree nor tuft was seen | F |
| Nor rush nor bush of broom was near | O |
| To hide a bonnet or a spear | O |
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| The Chief in silence strode before | E |
| And reached that torrent's sounding shore | E |
| Which daughter of three mighty lakes | X |
| From Vennachar in silver breaks | X |
| Sweeps through the plain and ceaseless mines | X |
| On Bochastle the mouldering lines | X |
| Where Rome the Empress of the world | M3 |
| Of yore her eagle wings unfurled | M3 |
| And here his course the Chieftain stayed | D2 |
| Threw down his target and his plaid | N3 |
| And to the Lowland warrior said | G |
| 'Bold Saxon to his promise just | O3 |
| Vich Alpine has discharged his trust | O3 |
| This murderous Chief this ruthless man | M2 |
| This head of a rebellious clan | M2 |
| Hath led thee safe through watch and ward | G3 |
| Far past Clan Alpine's outmost guard | P3 |
| Now man to man and steel to steel | X |
| A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel | X |
| See here all vantageless I stand | Z |
| Armed like thyself with single brand | Z |
| For this is Coilantogle ford | G3 |
| And thou must keep thee with thy sword ' | - |
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| The Saxon paused 'I ne'er delayed | D2 |
| When foeman bade me draw my blade | D2 |
| Nay more brave Chief I vowed thy death | L |
| Yet sure thy fair and generous faith | L |
| And my deep debt for life preserved | Q3 |
| A better meed have well deserved | Q3 |
| Can naught but blood our feud atone | T |
| Are there no means ' ' No stranger none | R2 |
| And hear to fire thy flagging zeal | X |
| The Saxon cause rests on thy steel | X |
| For thus spoke Fate by prophet bred | G |
| Between the living and the dead | G |
| Who spills the foremost foeman's life | I |
| His party conquers in the strife ' | - |
| 'Then by my word ' the Saxon said | G |
| The riddle is already read | G |
| Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff | I |
| There lies Red Murdoch stark and stiff | I |
| Thus Fate hath solved her prophecy | X |
| Then yield to Fate and not to me | X |
| To James at Stirling let us go | X |
| When if thou wilt be still his foe | X |
| Or if the King shall not agree | X |
| To grant thee grace and favor free | X |
| I plight mine honor oath and word | I2 |
| That to thy native strengths restored | G3 |
| With each advantage shalt thou stand | Z |
| That aids thee now to guard thy land ' | - |
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| Dark lightning flashed from Roderick's eye | X |
| 'Soars thy presumption then so high | X |
| Because a wretched kern ye slew | X |
| Homage to name to Roderick Dhu | I |
| He yields not he to man nor Fate | R3 |
| Thou add'st but fuel to my hate | R3 |
| My clansman's blood demands revenge | S3 |
| Not yet prepared By heaven I change | T3 |
| My thought and hold thy valor light | B |
| As that of some vain carpet knight | B |
| Who ill deserved my courteous care | P |
| And whose best boast is but to wear | P |
| A braid of his fair lady's hair ' 'I thank thee | X |
| Roderick for the word | I2 |
| It nerves my heart it steels my sword | G3 |
| For I have sworn this braid to stain | N |
| In the best blood that warms thy vein | N |
| Now truce farewell and rush begone | N |
| Yet think not that by thee alone | N |
| Proud Chief can courtesy be shown | N |
| Though not from copse or heath or cairn | N |
| Start at my whistle clansmen stern | N |
| Of this small horn one feeble blast | U3 |
| Would fearful odds against thee cast | U3 |
| But fear not doubt not which thou wilt | V3 |
| We try this quarrel hilt to hilt ' | - |
| Then each at once his falchion drew | X |
| Each on the ground his scabbard threw | X |
| Each looked to sun and stream and plain | N |
| As what they ne'er might see again | N |
| Then foot and point and eye opposed | W3 |
| In dubious strife they darkly closed | W3 |
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| Ill fared it then with Roderick Dhu | I |
| That on the field his targe he threw | X |
| Whose brazen studs and tough bull hide | C |
| Had death so often dashed aside | C |
| For trained abroad his arms to wield | X3 |
| Fitz James's blade was sword and shield | X3 |
| He practised every pass and ward | G3 |
| To thrust to strike to feint to guard | P3 |
| While less expert though stronger far | D |
| The Gael maintained unequal war | E |
| Three times in closing strife they stood | P2 |
| And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood | J3 |
| No stinted draught no scanty tide | C |
| The gushing flood the tartars dyed | C |
| Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain | N |
| And showered his blows like wintry rain | N |
| And as firm rock or castle roof | X |
| Against the winter shower is proof | X |
| The foe invulnerable still | X |
| Foiled his wild rage by steady skill | X |
| Till at advantage ta'en his brand | Z |
| Forced Roderick's weapon from his hand | Z |
| And backward borne upon the lea | X |
| Brought the proud Chieftain to his knee | X |
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| Now yield thee or by Him who made | D2 |
| The world thy heart's blood dyes my blade | D2 |
| 'Thy threats thy mercy I defy | X |
| Let recreant yield who fears to die ' | - |
| Like adder darting from his coil | X |
| Like wolf that dashes through the toil | X |
| Like mountain cat who guards her young | K2 |
| Full at Fitz James's throat he sprung | K2 |
| Received but recked not of a wound | K3 |
| And locked his arms his foeman round | K3 |
| Now gallant Saxon hold thine own | N |
| No maiden's hand is round thee thrown | N |
| That desperate grasp thy frame might feel | X |
| Through bars of brass and triple steel | X |
| They tug they strain down down they go | X |
| The Gael above Fitz James below | X |
| The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed | W2 |
| His knee was planted on his breast | W2 |
| His clotted locks he backward threw | X |
| Across his brow his hand he drew | X |
| From blood and mist to clear his sight | B |
| Then gleamed aloft his dagger bright | B |
| But hate and fury ill supplied | C |
| The stream of life's exhausted tide | C |
| And all too late the advantage came | F2 |
| To turn the odds of deadly game | F2 |
| For while the dagger gleamed on high | X |
| Reeled soul and sense reeled brain and eye | X |
| Down came the blow but in the heath | L |
| The erring blade found bloodless sheath | L |
| The struggling foe may now unclasp | Q |
| The fainting Chief's relaxing grasp | Q |
| Unwounded from the dreadful close | X |
| But breathless all Fitz James arose | X |
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| He faltered thanks to Heaven for life | X |
| Redeemed unhoped from desperate strife | X |
| Next on his foe his look he cast | U3 |
| Whose every gasp appeared his last | U3 |
| In Roderick's gore he dipped the braid | D2 |
| 'Poor Blanche thy wrongs are dearly paid | D2 |
| Yet with thy foe must die or live | X |
| The praise that faith and valor give ' | - |
| With that he blew a bugle note | Y3 |
| Undid the collar from his throat | Y3 |
| Unbonneted and by the wave | X |
| Sat down his brow and hands to rave | X |
| Then faint afar are heard the feet | Z3 |
| Of rushing steeds in gallop fleet | Z3 |
| The sounds increase and now are seen | N |
| Four mounted squires in Lincoln green | N |
| Two who bear lance and two who lead | G |
| By loosened rein a saddled steed | A4 |
| Each onward held his headlong course | X |
| And by Fitz James reined up his horse | X |
| With wonder viewed the bloody spot | G2 |
| 'Exclaim not gallants' question not | G2 |
| You Herbert and Luffness alight | B |
| And bind the wounds of yonder knight | B |
| Let the gray palfrey bear his weight | R3 |
| We destined for a fairer freight | R3 |
| And bring him on to Stirling straight | R3 |
| I will before at better speed | A4 |
| To seek fresh horse and fitting weed | A4 |
| The sun rides high I must be boune | N |
| To see the archer game at noon | N |
| But lightly Bayard clears the lea | X |
| De Vaux and Herries follow me | X |
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| XVIII | X |
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| 'Stand Bayard stand ' the steed obeyed | D2 |
| With arching neck and bended head | G |
| And glancing eye and quivering ear | J2 |
| As if he loved his lord to hear | J2 |
| No foot Fitz James in stirrup stayed | D2 |
| No grasp upon the saddle laid | D2 |
| But wreathed his left hand in the mane | N |
| And lightly bounded from the plain | N |
| Turned on the horse his armed heel | X |
| And stirred his courage with the steel | X |
| Bounded the fiery steed in air | P |
| The rider sat erect and fair | P |
| Then like a bolt from steel crossbow | X |
| Forth launched along the plain they go | X |
| They dashed that rapid torrent through | X |
| And up Carhonie's hill they flew | X |
| Still at the gallop pricked the Knight | B |
| His merrymen followed as they might | B |
| Along thy banks swift Teith they ride | C |
| And in the race they mock thy tide | C |
| Torry and Lendrick now are past | U3 |
| And Deanstown lies behind them cast | U3 |
| They rise the bannered towers of Doune | N |
| They sink in distant woodland soon | N |
| Blair Drummond sees the hoofs strike fire | S2 |
| They sweep like breeze through Ochtertyre | S2 |
| They mark just glance and disappear | S2 |
| The lofty brow of ancient Kier | S2 |
| They bathe their coursers' sweltering sides | X |
| Dark Forth amid thy sluggish tides | X |
| And on the opposing shore take ground | K3 |
| With plash with scramble and with bound | K3 |
| Right hand they leave thy cliffs Craig Forth | L |
| And soon the bulwark of the North | L |
| Gray Stirling with her towers and town | N |
| Upon their fleet career looked clown | N |
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| XIX | X |
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| As up the flinty path they strained | B4 |
| Sudden his steed the leader reined | B4 |
| A signal to his squire he flung | K2 |
| Who instant to his stirrup sprung | K2 |
| 'Seest thou De Vaux yon woodsman gray | S2 |
| Who townward holds the rocky way | S2 |
| Of stature tall and poor array | S2 |
| Mark'st thou the firm yet active stride | C |
| With which he scales the mountain side | C |
| Know'st thou from whence he comes or whom ' | - |
| 'No by my word a burly groom | C4 |
| He seems who in the field or chase | X |
| A baron's train would nobly grace ' | - |
| 'Out out De Vaux can fear supply | X |
| And jealousy no sharper eye | X |
| Afar ere to the hill he drew | S2 |
| That stately form and step I knew | S2 |
| Like form in Scotland is not seen | N |
| Treads not such step on Scottish green | N |
| 'Tis James of Douglas by Saint Serle | X |
| The uncle of the banished Earl | X |
| Away away to court to show | X |
| The near approach of dreaded foe | X |
| The King must stand upon his guard | P3 |
| Douglas and he must meet prepared ' | - |
| Then right hand wheeled their steeds and straight | R3 |
| They won the Castle's postern gate | R3 |
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| XX | X |
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| The Douglas who had bent his way | S2 |
| From Cambus kenneth's abbey gray | S2 |
| Now as he climbed the rocky shelf | X |
| Held sad communion with himself | X |
| 'Yes all is true my fears could frame | F2 |
| A prisoner lies the noble Graeme | F2 |
| And fiery Roderick soon will feel | X |
| The vengeance of the royal steel | X |
| I only I can ward their fate | R3 |
| God grant the ransom come not late | R3 |
| The Abbess hath her promise given | N |
| My child shall be the bride of Heaven | N |
| Be pardoned one repining tear | S2 |
| For He who gave her knows how dear | S2 |
| How excellent but that is by | X |
| And now my business is to die | X |
| Ye towers within whose circuit dread | G |
| A Douglas by his sovereign bled | G |
| And thou O sad and fatal mound | K3 |
| That oft hast heard the death axe sound | K3 |
| As on the noblest of the land | Z |
| Fell the stern headsmen's bloody hand | Z |
| The dungeon block and nameless tomb | C4 |
| Prepare for Douglas seeks his doom | C4 |
| But hark what blithe and jolly peal | X |
| Makes the Franciscan steeple reel | X |
| And see upon the crowded street | Z3 |
| In motley groups what masquers meet | Z3 |
| Banner and pageant pipe and drum | D4 |
| And merry morrice dancers come | D4 |
| I guess by all this quaint array | S2 |
| The burghers hold their sports to day | S2 |
| James will be there he loves such show | X |
| Where the good yeoman bends his bow | K |
| And the tough wrestler foils his foe | X |
| As well as where in proud career | S2 |
| The high born filter shivers spear | S2 |
| I'll follow to the Castle park | E4 |
| And play my prize King James shall mark | E4 |
| If age has tamed these sinews stark | E4 |
| Whose force so oft in happier days | X |
| His boyish wonder loved to praise ' | - |
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| XXI | X |
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| The Castle gates were open flung | K2 |
| The quivering drawbridge rocked and rung | K2 |
| And echoed loud the flinty street | Z3 |
| Beneath the coursers' clattering feet | Z3 |
| As slowly down the steep descent | H3 |
| Fair Scotland's King and nobles went | H3 |
| While all along the crowded way | S2 |
| Was jubilee and loud huzza | X |
| And ever James was bending low | X |
| To his white jennet's saddle bow | K |
| Doffing his cap to city dame | F2 |
| Who smiled and blushed for pride and shame | F2 |
| And well the simperer might be vain | N |
| He chose the fairest of the train | N |
| Gravely he greets each city sire | S2 |
| Commends each pageant's quaint attire | S2 |
| Gives to the dancers thanks aloud | F4 |
| And smiles and nods upon the crowd | F4 |
| Who rend the heavens with their acclaims | X |
| 'Long live the Commons' King King James ' | - |
| Behind the King thronged peer and knight | B |
| And noble dame and damsel bright | B |
| Whose fiery steeds ill brooked the stay | S2 |
| Of the steep street and crowded way | S2 |
| But in the train you might discern | N |
| Dark lowering brow and visage stern | N |
| There nobles mourned their pride restrained | B4 |
| And the mean burgher's joys disdained | B4 |
| And chiefs who hostage for their clan | N |
| Were each from home a banished man | N |
| There thought upon their own gray tower | S2 |
| Their waving woods their feudal power | S2 |
| And deemed themselves a shameful part | N2 |
| Of pageant which they cursed in heart | N2 |
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| XXII | X |
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| Now in the Castle park drew out | G4 |
| Their checkered bands the joyous rout | G4 |
| There morricers with bell at heel | X |
| And blade in hand their mazes wheel | X |
| But chief beside the butts there stand | Z |
| Bold Robin Hood and all his band | Z |
| Friar Tuck with quarterstaff and cowl | X |
| Old Scathelocke with his surly scowl | X |
| Maid Marian fair as ivory bone | N |
| Scarlet and Mutch and Little John | N |
| Their bugles challenge all that will | X |
| In archery to prove their skill | X |
| The Douglas bent a bow of might | B |
| His first shaft centred in the white | B |
| And when in turn he shot again | N |
| His second split the first in twain | N |
| From the King's hand must Douglas take | H4 |
| A silver dart the archers' stake | H4 |
| Fondly he watched with watery eye | X |
| Some answering glance of sympathy | X |
| No kind emotion made reply | X |
| Indifferent as to archer wight | B |
| The monarch gave the arrow bright | B |
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| XXIII | X |
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| Now clear the ring for hand to hand | Z |
| The manly wrestlers take their stand | Z |
| Two o'er the rest superior rose | X |
| And proud demanded mightier foes | X |
| Nor called in vain for Douglas came | F2 |
| For life is Hugh of Larbert lame | F2 |
| Scarce better John of Alloa's fare | S2 |
| Whom senseless home his comrades bare | S2 |
| Prize of the wrestling match the King | I4 |
| To Douglas gave a golden ring | I4 |
| While coldly glanced his eye of blue | S2 |
| As frozen drop of wintry dew | S2 |
| Douglas would speak but in his breast | W2 |
| His struggling soul his words suppressed | W2 |
| Indignant then he turned him where | S2 |
| Their arms the brawny yeomen bare | S2 |
| To hurl the massive bar in air | S2 |
| When each his utmost strength had shown | N |
| The Douglas rent an earth fast stone | N |
| From its deep bed then heaved it high | X |
| And sent the fragment through the sky | X |
| A rood beyond the farthest mark | E4 |
| And still in Stirling's royal park | E4 |
| The gray haired sires who know the past | U3 |
| To strangers point the Douglas cast | U3 |
| And moralize on the decay | S2 |
| Of Scottish strength in modern day | S2 |
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| XXIV | X |
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| The vale with loud applauses rang | J4 |
| The Ladies' Rock sent back the clang | J4 |
| The King with look unmoved bestowed | K4 |
| A purse well filled with pieces broad | L4 |
| Indignant smiled the Douglas proud | F4 |
| And threw the gold among the crowd | F4 |
| Who now with anxious wonder scan | N |
| And sharper glance the dark gray man | N |
| Till whispers rose among the throng | M4 |
| That heart so free and hand so strong | M4 |
| Must to the Douglas blood belong | M4 |
| The old men marked and shook the head | G |
| To see his hair with silver spread | G |
| And winked aside and told each son | N |
| Of feats upon the English done | N |
| Ere Douglas of the stalwart hand | Z |
| Was exiled from his native land | Z |
| The women praised his stately form | N4 |
| Though wrecked by many a winter's storm | N4 |
| The youth with awe and wonder saw | X |
| His strength surpassing Nature's law | X |
| Thus judged as is their wont the crowd | F4 |
| Till murmurs rose to clamours loud | F4 |
| But not a glance from that proud ring | I4 |
| Of peers who circled round the King | I4 |
| With Douglas held communion kind | L3 |
| Or called the banished man to mind | L3 |
| No not from those who at the chase | X |
| Once held his side the honoured place | X |
| Begirt his board and in the field | X3 |
| Found safety underneath his shield | X3 |
| For he whom royal eyes disown | N |
| When was his form to courtiers known | N |
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| XXV | X |
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| The Monarch saw the gambols flag | O4 |
| And bade let loose a gallant stag | O4 |
| Whose pride the holiday to crown | N |
| Two favorite greyhounds should pull down | N |
| That venison free and Bourdeaux wine | N |
| Might serve the archery to dine | N |
| But Lufra whom from Douglas' side | C |
| Nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide | C |
| The fleetest hound in all the North | L |
| Brave Lufra saw and darted forth | L |
| She left the royal hounds midway | S2 |
| And dashing on the antlered prey | S2 |
| Sunk her sharp muzzle in his flank | P4 |
| And deep the flowing life blood drank | P4 |
| The King's stout huntsman saw the sport | Q4 |
| By strange intruder broken short | Q4 |
| Came up and with his leash unbound | K3 |
| In anger struck the noble hound | K3 |
| The Douglas had endured that morn | N |
| The King's cold look the nobles' scorn | N |
| And last and worst to spirit proud | F4 |
| Had borne the pity of the crowd | F4 |
| But Lufra had been fondly bred | G |
| To share his board to watch his bed | G |
| And oft would Ellen Lufra's neck | R4 |
| In maiden glee with garlands deck | R4 |
| They were such playmates that with name | F2 |
| Of Lufra Ellen's image came | F2 |
| His stifled wrath is brimming high | X |
| In darkened brow and flashing eye | X |
| As waves before the bark divide | C |
| The crowd gave way before his stride | C |
| Needs but a buffet and no more | S2 |
| The groom lies senseless in his gore | S2 |
| Such blow no other hand could deal | X |
| Though gauntleted in glove of steel | X |
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| XXVI | X |
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| Then clamored loud the royal train | N |
| And brandished swords and staves amain | N |
| But stern the Baron's warning | I4 |
| 'Back Back on your lives ye menial pack | D3 |
| Beware the Douglas Yes behold | Y2 |
| King James The Douglas doomed of old | Y2 |
| And vainly sought for near and far | S2 |
| A victim to atone the war | S2 |
| A willing victim now attends | X |
| Nor craves thy grace but for his friends ' | - |
| 'Thus is my clemency repaid | D2 |
| Presumptuous Lord ' the Monarch said | G |
| 'Of thy misproud ambitious clan | N |
| Thou James of Bothwell wert the man | N |
| The only man in whom a foe | X |
| My woman mercy would not know | X |
| But shall a Monarch's presence brook | S4 |
| Injurious blow and haughty look | S4 |
| What ho the Captain of our Guard | P3 |
| Give the offender fitting ward | G3 |
| Break off the sports ' for tumult rose | X |
| And yeomen 'gan to bend their bows | X |
| 'Break off the sports ' he said and frowned | K3 |
| 'And bid our horsemen clear the ground ' | - |
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| XXVII | X |
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| Then uproar wild and misarray | S2 |
| Marred the fair form of festal day | S2 |
| The horsemen pricked among the crowd | F4 |
| Repelled by threats and insult loud | F4 |
| To earth are borne the old and weak | T4 |
| The timorous fly the women shriek | T4 |
| With flint with shaft with staff with bar | S2 |
| The hardier urge tumultuous war | S2 |
| At once round Douglas darkly sweep | Q |
| The royal spears in circle deep | Q |
| And slowly scale the pathway steep | Q |
| While on the rear in thunder pour | S2 |
| The rabble with disordered roar | S2 |
| With grief the noble Douglas saw | X |
| The Commons rise against the law | X |
| And to the leading soldier said | G |
| 'Sir John of Hyndford 'twas my blade | D2 |
| That knighthood on thy shoulder laid | D2 |
| For that good deed permit me then | N |
| A word with these misguided men | N |
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| XXVIII | X |
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| 'Hear gentle friends ere yet for me | X |
| Ye break the bands of fealty | X |
| My life my honour and my cause | X |
| I tender free to Scotland's laws | X |
| Are these so weak as must require | S2 |
| 'Fine aid of your misguided ire | S2 |
| Or if I suffer causeless wrong | M4 |
| Is then my selfish rage so strong | M4 |
| My sense of public weal so low | X |
| That for mean vengeance on a foe | X |
| Those cords of love I should unbind | X |
| Which knit my country and my kind | X |
| O no Believe in yonder tower | S2 |
| It will not soothe my captive hour | S2 |
| To know those spears our foes should dread | X |
| For me in kindred gore are red | X |
| 'To know in fruitless brawl begun | N |
| For me that mother wails her son | N |
| For me that widow's mate expires | X |
| For me that orphans weep their sires | X |
| That patriots mourn insulted laws | X |
| And curse the Douglas for the cause | X |
| O let your patience ward such ill | X |
| And keep your right to love me still I' | - |
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| XXIX | X |
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| The crowd's wild fury sunk again | N |
| In tears as tempests melt in rain | N |
| With lifted hands and eyes they prayed | X |
| For blessings on his generous head | X |
| Who for his country felt alone | N |
| And prized her blood beyond his own | N |
| Old men upon the verge of life | X |
| Blessed him who stayed the civil strife | X |
| And mothers held their babes on high | X |
| The self devoted Chief to spy | X |
| Triumphant over wrongs and ire | S2 |
| To whom the prattlers owed a sire | S2 |
| Even the rough soldier's heart was moved | X |
| As if behind some bier beloved | X |
| With trailing arms and drooping head | X |
| The Douglas up the hill he led | X |
| And at the Castle's battled verge | C3 |
| With sighs resigned his honoured charge | U4 |
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| XXX | X |
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| The offended Monarch rode apart | X |
| With bitter thought and swelling heart | X |
| And would not now vouchsafe again | N |
| Through Stirling streets to lead his train | N |
| 'O Lennox who would wish to rule | X |
| This changeling crowd this common fool | X |
| Hear'st thou ' he said 'the loud acclaim | F2 |
| With which they shout the Douglas name | F2 |
| With like acclaim the vulgar throat | X |
| Strained for King James their morning note | X |
| With like acclaim they hailed the day | X |
| When first I broke the Douglas sway | X |
| And like acclaim would Douglas greet | X |
| If he could hurl me from my seat | X |
| Who o'er the herd would wish to reign | N |
| Fantastic fickle fierce and vain | N |
| Vain as the leaf upon the stream | F3 |
| And fickle as a changeful dream | F3 |
| Fantastic as a woman's mood | X |
| And fierce as Frenzy's fevered blood | X |
| Thou many headed monster thing | I4 |
| O who would wish to be thy king | I4 |
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| XXXI | X |
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| 'But soft what messenger of speed | X |
| Spurs hitherward his panting steed | X |
| I guess his cognizance afar | S2 |
| What from our cousin John of Mar ' | - |
| 'He prays my liege your sports keep bound | X |
| Within the safe and guarded ground | X |
| For some foul purpose yet unknown | N |
| Most sure for evil to the throne | N |
| The outlawed Chieftain Roderick Dhu | I |
| Has summoned his rebellious crew | S2 |
| 'Tis said in James of Bothwell's aid | X |
| These loose banditti stand arrayed | X |
| The Earl of Mar this morn from Doune | N |
| To break their muster marched and soon | N |
| Your Grace will hear of battle fought | X |
| But earnestly the Earl besought | X |
| Till for such danger he provide | X |
| With scanty train you will not ride ' | - |
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| XXXII | X |
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| 'Thou warn'st me I have done amiss | X |
| I should have earlier looked to this | X |
| I lost it in this bustling day | X |
| Retrace with speed thy former way | X |
| Spare not for spoiling of thy steed | X |
| The best of mine shall be thy meed | X |
| Say to our faithful Lord of Mar | S2 |
| We do forbid the intended war | S2 |
| Roderick this morn in single fight | X |
| Was made our prisoner by a knight | X |
| And Douglas hath himself and cause | X |
| Submitted to our kingdom's laws | X |
| The tidings of their leaders lost | X |
| Will soon dissolve the mountain host | X |
| Nor would we that the vulgar feel | X |
| For their Chief's crimes avenging steel | X |
| Bear Mar our message Braco fly ' | - |
| He turned his steed 'My liege I hie | I |
| Yet ere I cross this lily lawn | N |
| I fear the broadswords will be drawn ' | - |
| The turf the flying courser spurned | X |
| And to his towers the King returned | X |
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| XXXIII | X |
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| Ill with King James's mood that day | X |
| Suited gay feast and minstrel lay | X |
| Soon were dismissed the courtly throng | M4 |
| And soon cut short the festal song | M4 |
| Nor less upon the saddened town | N |
| The evening sunk in sorrow down | N |
| The burghers spoke of civil jar | S2 |
| Of rumoured feuds and mountain war | S2 |
| Of Moray Mar and Roderick Dhu | I |
| All up in arms the Douglas too | X |
| They mourned him pent within the hold | X |
| 'Where stout Earl William was of old ' | - |
| And there his word the speaker stayed | X |
| And finger on his lip he laid | X |
| Or pointed to his dagger blade | X |
| But jaded horsemen from the west | X |
| At evening to the Castle pressed | X |
| And busy talkers said they bore | S2 |
| Tidings of fight on Katrine's shore | S2 |
| At noon the deadly fray begun | N |
| And lasted till the set of sun | N |
| Thus giddy rumor shook the town | N |
| Till closed the Night her pennons brown | N |
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