The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| The rose is fairest when 't is budding new | B |
| And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears | C |
| The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew | B |
| And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears | D |
| O wilding rose whom fancy thus endears | D |
| I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave | E |
| Emblem of hope and love through future years ' | - |
| Thus spoke young Norman heir of Armandave | E |
| What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave | E |
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| Such fond conceit half said half sung | F |
| Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue | F |
| All while he stripped the wild rose spray | G |
| His axe and bow beside him lay | G |
| For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood | H |
| A wakeful sentinel he stood | H |
| Hark on the rock a footstep rung | F |
| And instant to his arms he sprung | F |
| 'Stand or thou diest What Malise soon | I |
| Art thou returned from Braes of Doune | I |
| By thy keen step and glance I know | I |
| Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe ' | - |
| For while the Fiery Cross tried on | I |
| On distant scout had Malise gone | I |
| 'Where sleeps the Chief ' the henchman said | J |
| 'Apart in yonder misty glade | K |
| To his lone couch I'll be your guide ' | - |
| Then called a slumberer by his side | L |
| And stirred him with his slackened bow | M |
| 'Up up Glentarkin rouse thee ho | I |
| We seek the Chieftain on the track | N |
| Keep eagle watch till I come back ' | - |
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| Together up the pass they sped | J |
| 'What of the foeman ' Norman said | J |
| 'Varying reports from near and far | O |
| This certain that a band of war | P |
| Has for two days been ready boune | I |
| At prompt command to march from Doune | I |
| King James the while with princely powers | D |
| Holds revelry in Stirling towers | D |
| Soon will this dark and gathering cloud | Q |
| Speak on our glens in thunder loud | Q |
| Inured to bide such bitter bout | R |
| The warrior's plaid may bear it out | R |
| But Norman how wilt thou provide | L |
| A shelter for thy bonny bride '' | - |
| 'What know ye not that Roderick's care | S |
| To the lone isle hath caused repair | S |
| Each maid and matron of the clan | I |
| And every child and aged man | I |
| Unfit for arms and given his charge | T |
| Nor skiff nor shallop boat nor barge | T |
| Upon these lakes shall float at large | T |
| But all beside the islet moor | U |
| That such dear pledge may rest secure ' | - |
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| IV | E |
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| ''T is well advised the Chieftain's plan | I |
| Bespeaks the father of his clan | I |
| But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dhu | I |
| Apart from all his followers true ' | - |
| 'It is because last evening tide | L |
| Brian an augury hath tried | L |
| Of that dread kind which must not be | A |
| Unless in dread extremity | A |
| The Taghairm called by which afar | O |
| Our sires foresaw the events of war | P |
| Duncraggan's milk white bull they slew ' | - |
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| Malise | D |
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| 'Ah well the gallant brute I knew | I |
| The choicest of the prey we had | V |
| When swept our merrymen Gallangad | V |
| His hide was snow his horns were dark | W |
| His red eye glowed like fiery spark | W |
| So fierce so tameless and so fleet | V |
| Sore did he cumber our retreat | V |
| And kept our stoutest kerns in awe | X |
| Even at the pass of Beal 'maha | I |
| But steep and flinty was the road | V |
| And sharp the hurrying pikeman's goad | V |
| And when we came to Dennan's Row | I |
| A child might scathless stroke his brow ' | - |
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| V | A |
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| Norman | I |
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| 'That bull was slain his reeking hide | V |
| They stretched the cataract beside | V |
| Whose waters their wild tumult toss | D |
| Adown the black and craggy boss | D |
| Of that huge cliff whose ample verge | Y |
| Tradition calls the Hero's Targe | Y |
| Couched on a shelf beneath its brink | Z |
| Close where the thundering torrents sink | Z |
| Rocking beneath their headlong sway | G |
| And drizzled by the ceaseless spray | G |
| Midst groan of rock and roar of stream | A2 |
| The wizard waits prophetic dream | A2 |
| Nor distant rests the Chief but hush | B2 |
| See gliding slow through mist and bush | C2 |
| The hermit gains yon rock and stands | D |
| To gaze upon our slumbering bands | D |
| Seems he not Malise dike a ghost | V |
| That hovers o'er a slaughtered host | V |
| Or raven on the blasted oak | D2 |
| That watching while the deer is broke | D2 |
| His morsel claims with sullen croak ' | - |
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| Malise | D |
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| 'Peace peace to other than to me | A |
| Thy words were evil augury | G |
| But still I hold Sir Roderick's blade | V |
| Clan Alpine's omen and her aid | V |
| Not aught that gleaned from heaven or hell | E2 |
| Yon fiend begotten Monk can tell | E2 |
| The Chieftain joins him see and now | I |
| Together they descend the brow ' | - |
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| And as they came with Alpine's Lord | V |
| The Hermit Monk held solemn word | V |
| 'Roderick it is a fearful strife | E |
| For man endowed with mortal life | E |
| Whose shroud of sentient clay can still | F2 |
| Feel feverish pang and fainting chill | F2 |
| Whose eye can stare in stony trance | D |
| Whose hair can rouse like warrior's lance | D |
| 'Tis hard for such to view unfurled | V |
| The curtain of the future world | V |
| Yet witness every quaking limb | G2 |
| My sunken pulse mine eyeballs dim | G2 |
| My soul with harrowing anguish torn | I |
| This for my Chieftain have I borne | I |
| The shapes that sought my fearful couch | H2 |
| A human tongue may ne'er avouch | H2 |
| No mortal man save he who bred | V |
| Between the living and the dead | V |
| Is gifted beyond nature's law | I2 |
| Had e'er survived to say he saw | I2 |
| At length the fateful answer came | J2 |
| In characters of living flame | J2 |
| Not spoke in word nor blazed in scroll | K2 |
| But borne and branded on my soul | K2 |
| WHICH SPILLS THE FOREMOST FOEMAN'S LIFE | E |
| THAT PARTY CONQUERS IN THE STRIFE ' | - |
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| VII | E |
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| 'Thanks Brian for thy zeal and care | G |
| Good is thine augury and fair | G |
| Clan Alpine ne'er in battle stood | V |
| But first our broadswords tasted blood | V |
| A surer victim still I know | I |
| Self offered to the auspicious blow | I |
| A spy has sought my land this morn | I |
| No eve shall witness his return | I |
| My followers guard each pass's mouth | L2 |
| To east to westward and to south | L2 |
| Red Murdoch bribed to be his guide | V |
| Has charge to lead his steps aside | V |
| Till in deep path or dingle brown | I |
| He light on those shall bring him clown | I |
| But see who comes his news to show | I |
| Malise what tidings of the foe ' | - |
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| 'At Doune o'er many a spear and glaive | E |
| Two Barons proud their banners wave | E |
| I saw the Moray's silver star | G |
| And marked the sable pale of Mar ' | - |
| 'By Alpine's soul high tidings those | D |
| I love to hear of worthy foes | D |
| When move they on ' 'To morrow's noon | I |
| Will see them here for battle boune ' | - |
| 'Then shall it see a meeting stern | I |
| But for the place say couldst thou learn | I |
| Nought of the friendly clans of Earn | I |
| Strengthened by them we well might bide | V |
| The battle on Benledi's side | V |
| Thou couldst not well Clan Alpine's men | I |
| Shall man the Trosachs' shaggy glen | I |
| Within Loch Katrine's gorge we'll fight | V |
| All in our maids' and matrons' sight | V |
| Each for his hearth and household fire | G |
| Father for child and son for sire Lover | G |
| for maid beloved But why | E |
| Is it the breeze affects mine eye | E |
| Or dost thou come ill omened tear | G |
| A messenger of doubt or fear | G |
| No sooner may the Saxon lance | D |
| Unfix Benledi from his stance | D |
| Than doubt or terror can pierce through | G |
| The unyielding heart of Roderick Dhu | I |
| 'tis stubborn as his trusty targe | Y |
| Each to his post all know their charge ' | - |
| The pibroch sounds the bands advance | D |
| The broadswords gleam the banners dance' | D |
| Obedient to the Chieftain's glance | D |
| I turn me from the martial roar | G |
| And seek Coir Uriskin once more | G |
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| Where is the Douglas he is gone | I |
| And Ellen sits on the gray stone | I |
| Fast by the cave and makes her moan | I |
| While vainly Allan's words of cheer | G |
| Are poured on her unheeding ear | G |
| 'He will return dear lady trust | V |
| With joy return he will he must | V |
| Well was it time to seek afar | G |
| Some refuge from impending war | G |
| When e'en Clan Alpine's rugged swarm | M2 |
| Are cowed by the approaching storm | M2 |
| I saw their boats with many a light | V |
| Floating the livelong yesternight | V |
| Shifting like flashes darted forth | N2 |
| By the red streamers of the north | N2 |
| I marked at morn how close they ride | V |
| Thick moored by the lone islet's side | V |
| Like wild ducks couching in the fen | I |
| When stoops the hawk upon the glen | I |
| Since this rude race dare not abide | V |
| The peril on the mainland side | V |
| Shall not thy noble father's care | G |
| Some safe retreat for thee prepare ' | - |
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| Ellen | I |
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| 'No Allan no' Pretext so kind | V |
| My wakeful terrors could not blind | V |
| When in such tender tone yet grave | E |
| Douglas a parting blessing gave | E |
| The tear that glistened in his eye | E |
| Drowned not his purpose fixed and high | E |
| My soul though feminine and weak | O2 |
| Can image his e'en as the lake | P2 |
| Itself disturbed by slightest stroke | D2 |
| Reflects the invulnerable rock | Q2 |
| He hears report of battle rife | E |
| He deems himself the cause of strife | E |
| I saw him redden when the theme | A2 |
| Turned Allan on thine idle dream | A2 |
| Of Malcolm Graeme in fetters bound | V |
| Which I thou saidst about him wound | V |
| Think'st thou he bowed thine omen aught | V |
| O no' 't was apprehensive thought | V |
| For the kind youth for Roderick too | V |
| Let me be just that friend so true | V |
| In danger both and in our cause | D |
| Minstrel the Douglas dare not pause | D |
| Why else that solemn warning given | I |
| 'If not on earth we meet in heaven ' | - |
| Why else to Cambus kenneth's fane | I |
| If eve return him not again | I |
| Am I to hie and make me known | I |
| Alas he goes to Scotland's throne | I |
| Buys his friends' safety with his own | I |
| He goes to do what I had done | I |
| Had Douglas' daughter been his son ' | - |
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| 'Nay lovely Ellen dearest nay | G |
| If aught should his return delay | G |
| He only named yon holy fane | I |
| As fitting place to meet again | I |
| Be sure he's safe and for the Graeme | J2 |
| Heaven's blessing on his gallant name | J2 |
| My visioned sight may yet prove true | V |
| Nor bode of ill to him or you | V |
| When did my gifted dream beguile | R2 |
| Think of the stranger at the isle | R2 |
| And think upon the harpings slow | I |
| That presaged this approaching woe | I |
| Sooth was my prophecy of fear | G |
| Believe it when it augurs cheer | G |
| Would we had left this dismal spot | V |
| Ill luck still haunts a fairy spot | V |
| Of such a wondrous tale I know | I |
| Dear lady change that look of woe | I |
| My harp was wont thy grief to cheer ' | - |
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| Ellen | I |
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| 'Well be it as thou wilt | V |
| I hear But cannot stop the bursting tear ' | - |
| The Minstrel tried his simple art | V |
| Rut distant far was Ellen's heart | V |
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| XII | D |
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| Ballad | V |
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| Alice Brand | V |
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| Merry it is in the good greenwood | V |
| When the mavis and merle are singing | S2 |
| When the deer sweeps by and the hounds are in cry | E |
| And the hunter's horn is ringing | S2 |
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| 'O Alice Brand my native land | V |
| Is lost for love of you | V |
| And we must hold by wood and word | V |
| As outlaws wont to do | V |
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| 'O Alice 't was all for thy locks so bright | V |
| And 't was all for thine eyes so blue | V |
| That on the night of our luckless flight | V |
| Thy brother bold I slew | V |
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| 'Now must I teach to hew the beech | H2 |
| The hand that held the glaive | E |
| For leaves to spread our lowly bed | V |
| And stakes to fence our cave | E |
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| 'And for vest of pall thy fingers small | T2 |
| That wont on harp to stray | G |
| A cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer | G |
| To keep the cold away ' | - |
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| 'O Richard if my brother died | V |
| 'T was but a fatal chance | D |
| For darkling was the battle tried | V |
| And fortune sped the lance | D |
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| 'If pall and vair no more I wear | G |
| Nor thou the crimson sheen | I |
| As warm we'll say is the russet gray | G |
| As gay the forest green | I |
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| 'And Richard if our lot be hard | V |
| And lost thy native land | V |
| Still Alice has her own Richard | V |
| And he his Alice Brand ' | - |
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| Ballad Continued | V |
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| 'tis merry 'tis merry in good greenwood | V |
| So blithe Lady Alice is singing | S2 |
| On the beech's pride and oak's brown side | V |
| Lord Richard's axe is ringing | S2 |
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| Up spoke the moody Elfin King | S2 |
| Who woned within the hill | F2 |
| Like wind in the porch of a ruined church | H2 |
| His voice was ghostly shrill | F2 |
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| 'Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak | D2 |
| Our moonlight circle's screen | I |
| Or who comes here to chase the deer | G |
| Beloved of our Elfin Queen | I |
| Or who may dare on wold to wear | G |
| The fairies' fatal green | I |
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| 'Up Urgan up to yon mortal hie | I |
| For thou wert christened man | I |
| For cross or sign thou wilt not fly | E |
| For muttered word or ban | I |
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| 'Lay on him the curse of the withered heart | V |
| The curse of the sleepless eye | E |
| Till he wish and pray that his life would part | V |
| Nor yet find leave to die ' | - |
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| XIV | E |
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| Ballad Continued | V |
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| 'Tis merry 'tis merry in good greenwood | V |
| Though the birds have stilled their singing | S2 |
| The evening blaze cloth Alice raise | D |
| And Richard is fagots bringing | S2 |
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| Up Urgan starts that hideous dwarf | E |
| Before Lord Richard stands | D |
| And as he crossed and blessed himself | E |
| 'I fear not sign ' quoth the grisly elf | E |
| 'That is made with bloody hands ' | - |
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| But out then spoke she Alice Brand | V |
| That woman void of fear | G |
| 'And if there 's blood upon his hand | V |
| 'Tis but the blood of deer ' | - |
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| 'Now loud thou liest thou bold of mood | V |
| It cleaves unto his hand | V |
| The stain of thine own kindly blood | V |
| The blood of Ethert Brand ' | - |
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| Then forward stepped she Alice Brand | V |
| And made the holy sign | I |
| 'And if there's blood on Richard's hand | V |
| A spotless hand is mine | I |
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| 'And I conjure thee demon elf | E |
| By Him whom demons fear | G |
| To show us whence thou art thyself | E |
| And what thine errand here ' | - |
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| Ballad Continued | V |
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| Tis merry 'tis merry in Fairy land | V |
| When fairy birds are singing | S2 |
| When the court cloth ride by their monarch's side | V |
| With bit and bridle ringing | S2 |
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| 'And gayly shines the Fairy land | V |
| But all is glistening show | I |
| Like the idle gleam that December's beam | A2 |
| Can dart on ice and snow | I |
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| 'And fading like that varied gleam | A2 |
| Is our inconstant shape | U2 |
| Who now like knight and lady seem | A2 |
| And now like dwarf and ape | U2 |
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| 'It was between the night and day | G |
| When the Fairy King has power | G |
| That I sunk down in a sinful fray | G |
| And 'twixt life and death was snatched away | G |
| To the joyless Elfin bower | G |
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| 'But wist I of a woman bold | V |
| Who thrice my brow durst sign | I |
| I might regain my mortal mould | V |
| As fair a form as thine ' | - |
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| She crossed him once she crossed him twice | D |
| That lady was so brave | E |
| The fouler grew his goblin hue | I |
| The darker grew the cave | E |
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| She crossed him thrice that lady bold | V |
| He rose beneath her hand | V |
| The fairest knight on Scottish mould | V |
| Her brother Ethert Brand | V |
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| Merry it is in good greenwood | V |
| When the mavis and merle are singing | S2 |
| But merrier were they in Dunfermline gray | G |
| When all the bells were ringing | S2 |
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| XVI | E |
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| Just as the minstrel sounds were stayed | V |
| A stranger climbed the steepy glade | V |
| His martial step his stately mien | I |
| His hunting suit of Lincoln green | I |
| His eagle glance remembrance claims | D |
| 'Tis Snowdoun's Knight 'tis James Fitz James | D |
| Ellen beheld as in a dream | A2 |
| Then starting scarce suppressed a scream | A2 |
| 'O stranger in such hour of fear | G |
| What evil hap has brought thee here ' | - |
| 'An evil hap how can it be | D |
| That bids me look again on thee | D |
| By promise bound my former guide | V |
| Met me betimes this morning tide | V |
| And marshalled over bank and bourne | I |
| The happy path of my return ' | - |
| 'The happy path what said he naught | V |
| Of war of battle to be fought | V |
| Of guarded pass ' 'No by my faith | V2 |
| Nor saw I aught could augur scathe ' | - |
| 'O haste thee Allan to the kern | I |
| Yonder his tartars I discern | I |
| Learn thou his purpose and conjure | G |
| That he will guide the stranger sure | G |
| What prompted thee unhappy man | I |
| The meanest serf in Roderick's clan | I |
| Had not been bribed by love or fear | G |
| Unknown to him to guide thee here ' | - |
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| 'Sweet Ellen dear my life must be | D |
| Since it is worthy care from thee | D |
| et life I hold but idle breath | W2 |
| When love or honor's weighed with death | W2 |
| Then let me profit by my chance | D |
| And speak my purpose bold at once | D |
| I come to bear thee from a wild | V |
| Where ne'er before such blossom smiled | V |
| By this soft hand to lead thee far | G |
| From frantic scenes of feud and war | G |
| Near Bochastle my horses wait | V |
| They bear us soon to Stirling gate | V |
| I'll place thee in a lovely bower | G |
| I'll guard thee like a tender flower ' | - |
| 'O hush Sir Knight 't were female art | V |
| To say I do not read thy heart | V |
| Too much before my selfish ear | G |
| Was idly soothed my praise to hear | G |
| That fatal bait hath lured thee back | N |
| In deathful hour o'er dangerous track | N |
| And how O how can I atone | I |
| The wreck my vanity brought on | I |
| One way remains I'll tell him all | T2 |
| Yes struggling bosom forth it shall | X2 |
| Thou whose light folly bears the blame | J2 |
| Buy thine own pardon with thy shame | J2 |
| But first my father is a man | I |
| Outlawed and exiled under ban | I |
| The price of blood is on his head | V |
| With me 't were infamy to wed | V |
| Still wouldst thou speak then hear the truth | Y2 |
| Fitz James there is a noble youth | Y2 |
| If yet he is exposed for me | D |
| And mine to dread extremity | D |
| Thou hast the secret of my bears | D |
| Forgive be generous and depart ' | - |
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| XVIII | E |
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| Fitz James knew every wily train | I |
| A lady's fickle heart to gain | I |
| But here he knew and felt them vain | I |
| There shot no glance from Ellen's eye | E |
| To give her steadfast speech the lie | E |
| In maiden confidence she stood | V |
| Though mantled in her cheek the blood | V |
| And told her love with such a sigh | E |
| Of deep and hopeless agony | D |
| As death had sealed her Malcolm's doom | Z2 |
| And she sat sorrowing on his tomb | Z2 |
| Hope vanished from Fitz James's eye | E |
| But not with hope fled sympathy | D |
| He proffered to attend her side | V |
| As brother would a sister guide | V |
| 'O little know'st thou Roderick's heart | V |
| Safer for both we go apart | V |
| O haste thee and from Allan learn | I |
| If thou mayst trust yon wily kern ' | - |
| With hand upon his forehead laid | V |
| The conflict of his mind to shade | V |
| A parting step or two he made | V |
| Then as some thought had crossed his brain | I |
| He paused and turned and came again | I |
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| XIX | D |
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| 'Hear lady yet a parting word | V |
| It chanced in fight that my poor sword | V |
| Preserved the life of Scotland's lord | V |
| This ring the grateful Monarch gave | E |
| And bade when I had boon to crave | E |
| To bring it back and boldly claim | J2 |
| The recompense that I would name | J2 |
| Ellen I am no courtly lord | V |
| But one who lives by lance and sword | V |
| Whose castle is his helm and shield | V |
| His lordship the embattled field | V |
| What from a prince can I demand | V |
| Who neither reck of state nor land | V |
| Ellen thy hand the ring is thine | I |
| Each guard and usher knows the sign | I |
| Seek thou the King without delay | G |
| This signet shall secure thy way | G |
| And claim thy suit whate'er it be | D |
| As ransom of his pledge to me ' | - |
| He placed the golden circlet on | I |
| Paused kissed her hand and then was gone | I |
| The aged Minstrel stood aghast | V |
| So hastily Fitz James shot past | V |
| He joined his guide and wending down | I |
| The ridges of the mountain brown | I |
| Across the stream they took their way | G |
| That joins Loch Katrine to Achray | G |
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| XX | D |
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| All in the Trosachs' glen was still | F2 |
| Noontide was sleeping on the hill | F2 |
| Sudden his guide whooped loud and high | E |
| 'Murdoch was that a signal cry ' | - |
| He stammered forth 'I shout to scare | G |
| Yon raven from his dainty fare ' | - |
| He looked he knew the raven's prey | G |
| His own brave steed 'Ah gallant gray | G |
| For thee for me perchance 't were well | E2 |
| We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell | E2 |
| Murdoch move first but silently | D |
| Whistle or whoop and thou shalt die ' | - |
| Jealous and sullen on they fared | V |
| Each silent each upon his guard | V |
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| XXI | D |
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| Now wound the path its dizzy ledge | Y |
| Around a precipice's edge | Y |
| When lo a wasted female form | M2 |
| Blighted by wrath of sun and storm | M2 |
| In tattered weeds and wild array | G |
| Stood on a cliff beside the way | G |
| And glancing round her restless eye | E |
| Upon the wood the rock the sky | E |
| Seemed naught to mark yet all to spy | E |
| Her brow was wreathed with gaudy broom | Z2 |
| With gesture wild she waved a plume | Z2 |
| Of feathers which the eagles fling | S2 |
| To crag and cliff from dusky wing | S2 |
| Such spoils her desperate step had sought | V |
| Where scarce was footing for the goat | V |
| The tartan plaid she first descried | V |
| And shrieked till all the rocks replied | V |
| As loud she laughed when near they drew | G |
| For then the Lowland garb she knew | G |
| And then her hands she wildly wrung | F |
| And then she wept and then she sung | F |
| She sung the voice in better time | A3 |
| Perchance to harp or lute might chime | A3 |
| And now though strained and roughened still | F2 |
| Rung wildly sweet to dale and hill | F2 |
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| XXII | D |
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| Song | B3 |
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| They bid me sleep they bid me pray | G |
| They say my brain is warped and wrung | F |
| I cannot sleep on Highland brae | G |
| I cannot pray in Highland tongue | F |
| But were I now where Allan glides | D |
| Or heard my native Devan's tides | D |
| So sweetly would I rest and pray | G |
| That Heaven would close my wintry day | G |
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| 'Twas thus my hair they bade me braid | V |
| They made me to the church repair | G |
| It was my bridal morn they said | V |
| And my true love would meet me there | G |
| But woe betide the cruel guile | R2 |
| That drowned in blood the morning smile | R2 |
| And woe betide the fairy dream | A2 |
| I only waked to sob and scream | A2 |
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| XXIII | D |
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| 'Who is this maid what means her lay | G |
| She hovers o'er the hollow way | G |
| And flutters wide her mantle gray | G |
| As the lone heron spreads his wing | S2 |
| By twilight o'er a haunted spring ' | - |
| ''Tis Blanche of Devan ' Murdoch said | V |
| 'A crazed and captive Lowland maid | V |
| Ta'en on the morn she was a bride | V |
| When Roderick forayed Devan side | V |
| The gay bridegroom resistance made | V |
| And felt our Chief's unconquered blade | V |
| I marvel she is now at large | Y |
| But oft she 'scapes from Maudlin's charge | Y |
| Hence brain sick fool ' He raised his bow | I |
| 'Now if thou strik'st her but one blow | I |
| I'll pitch thee from the cliff as far | G |
| As ever peasant pitched a bar ' | - |
| 'Thanks champion thanks' the Maniac cried | V |
| And pressed her to Fitz James's side | V |
| 'See the gray pennons I prepare | G |
| To seek my true love through the air | G |
| I will not lend that savage groom | Z2 |
| To break his fall one downy plume | Z2 |
| No deep amid disjointed stones | D |
| The wolves shall batten on his bones | D |
| And then shall his detested plaid | V |
| By bush and brier in mid air stayed | V |
| Wave forth a banner fail and free | D |
| Meet signal for their revelry ' | - |
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| XXIV | E |
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| 'Hush thee poor maiden and be still ' | - |
| 'O thou look'st kindly and I will | F2 |
| Mine eye has dried and wasted been | I |
| But still it loves the Lincoln green | I |
| And though mine ear is all unstrung | S2 |
| Still still it loves the Lowland tongue | S2 |
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| 'For O my sweet William was forester true | G |
| He stole poor Blanche's heart away | G |
| His coat it was all of the greenwood hue | G |
| And so blithely he trilled the Lowland lay | G |
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| 'It was not that I meant to tell | E2 |
| But thou art wise and guessest well ' | - |
| Then in a low and broken tone | I |
| And hurried note the song went on | I |
| Still on the Clansman fearfully | E2 |
| She fixed her apprehensive eye | E |
| Then turned it on the Knight and then | I |
| Her look glanced wildly o'er the glen | I |
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| XXV | E |
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| 'The toils are pitched and the stakes are set | V |
| Ever sing merrily merrily | E2 |
| The bows they bend and the knives they whet | V |
| Hunters live so cheerily | E2 |
| - | |
| It was a stag a stag of ten | I |
| Bearing its branches sturdily | E2 |
| He came stately down the glen | I |
| Ever sing hardily hardily | E2 |
| - | |
| 'It was there he met with a wounded doe | I |
| She was bleeding deathfully | E2 |
| She warned him of the toils below | E2 |
| O so faithfully faithfully | E2 |
| - | |
| 'He had an eye and he could heed | V |
| Ever sing warily warily | E2 |
| He had a foot and he could speed | V |
| Hunters watch so narrowly ' | - |
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| XXVI | E |
| - | |
| Fitz James's mind was passion tossed | V |
| When Ellen's hints and fears were lost | V |
| But Murdoch's shout suspicion wrought | V |
| And Blanche's song conviction brought | V |
| Not like a stag that spies the snare | G |
| But lion of the hunt aware | G |
| He waved at once his blade on high | E |
| 'Disclose thy treachery or die ' | - |
| Forth at hell speed the Clansman flew | E2 |
| But in his race his bow he drew | E2 |
| The shaft just grazed Fitz James's crest | V |
| And thrilled in Blanche's faded breast | V |
| Murdoch of Alpine prove thy speed | V |
| For ne'er had Alpine's son such need | V |
| With heart of fire and foot of wind | V |
| The fierce avenger is behind | V |
| Fate judges of the rapid strife | E |
| The forfeit death the prize is life | E |
| Thy kindred ambush lies before | G |
| Close couched upon the heathery moor | G |
| Them couldst thou reach it may not be | E2 |
| Thine ambushed kin thou ne'er shalt see | E2 |
| The fiery Saxon gains on thee | E2 |
| Resistless speeds the deadly thrust | V |
| As lightning strikes the pine to dust | V |
| With foot and hand Fitz James must strain | I |
| Ere he can win his blade again | I |
| Bent o'er the fallen with falcon eye | E |
| He grimly smiled to see him die | E |
| Then slower wended back his way | G |
| Where the poor maiden bleeding lay | G |
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| XXVII | E |
| - | |
| She sat beneath the birchen tree | E2 |
| Her elbow resting on her knee | E2 |
| She had withdrawn the fatal shaft | V |
| And gazed on it and feebly laughed | V |
| Her wreath of broom and feathers gray | G |
| Daggled with blood beside her lay | G |
| The Knight to stanch the life stream tried | V |
| 'Stranger it is in vain ' she cried | V |
| 'This hour of death has given me more | G |
| Of reason's power than years before | G |
| For as these ebbing veins decay | G |
| My frenzied visions fade away | G |
| A helpless injured wretch I die | E |
| And something tells me in thine eye | E |
| That thou wert mine avenger born | I |
| Seest thou this tress O still I 've worn | I |
| This little tress of yellow hair | G |
| Through danger frenzy and despair | G |
| It once was bright and clear as thine | I |
| But blood and tears have dimmed its shine | I |
| I will not tell thee when 't was shred | V |
| Nor from what guiltless victim's head | V |
| My brain would turn but it shall wave | E |
| Like plumage on thy helmet brave | E |
| Till sun and wind shall bleach the stain | I |
| And thou wilt bring it me again | I |
| I waver still O God more bright | V |
| Let reason beam her parting light | V |
| O by thy knighthood's honored sign | I |
| And for thy life preserved by mine | I |
| When thou shalt see a darksome man | I |
| Who boasts him Chief of Alpine's Clan | I |
| With tartars broad and shadowy plume | Z2 |
| And hand of blood and brow of gloom | Z2 |
| Be thy heart bold thy weapon strong | S2 |
| And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong | S2 |
| They watch for thee by pass and fell | E2 |
| Avoid the path O God farewell ' | - |
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| XXVIII | E |
| - | |
| A kindly heart had brave Fitz James | D |
| Fast poured his eyes at pity's claims | D |
| And now with mingled grief and ire | G |
| He saw the murdered maid expire | G |
| 'God in my need be my relief | E |
| As I wreak this on yonder Chief ' | - |
| A lock from Blanche's tresses fair | G |
| He blended with her bridegroom's hair | G |
| The mingled braid in blood he dyed | V |
| And placed it on his bonnet side | V |
| 'By Him whose word is truth I swear | G |
| No other favour will I wear | G |
| Till this sad token I imbrue | G |
| In the best blood of Roderick Dhu | G |
| But hark what means yon faint halloo | E2 |
| The chase is up but they shall know | E2 |
| The stag at bay 's a dangerous foe ' | - |
| Barred from the known but guarded way | G |
| Through copse and cliffs Fitz James must stray | G |
| And oft must change his desperate track | S2 |
| By stream and precipice turned back | S2 |
| Heartless fatigued and faint at length | C3 |
| From lack of food and loss of strength | C3 |
| He couched him in a thicket hoar | G |
| And thought his toils and perils o'er | G |
| 'Of all my rash adventures past | V |
| This frantic feat must prove the last | V |
| Who e'er so mad but might have guessed | V |
| That all this Highland hornet's nest | V |
| Would muster up in swarms so soon | I |
| As e'er they heard of bands at Doune | I |
| Like bloodhounds now they search me out | V |
| Hark to the whistle and the shout | V |
| If farther through the wilds I go | E2 |
| I only fall upon the foe | E2 |
| I'll couch me here till evening gray | G |
| Then darkling try my dangerous way ' | - |
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| XXIX | D |
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| The shades of eve come slowly down | I |
| The woods are wrapt in deeper brown | I |
| The owl awakens from her dell | E2 |
| The fox is heard upon the fell | E2 |
| Enough remains of glimmering light | V |
| To guide the wanderer's steps aright | V |
| Yet not enough from far to show | E2 |
| His figure to the watchful foe | E2 |
| With cautious step and ear awake | S2 |
| He climbs the crag and threads the brake | S2 |
| And not the summer solstice there | G |
| Tempered the midnight mountain air | G |
| But every breeze that swept the wold | V |
| Benumbed his drenched limbs with cold | V |
| In dread in danger and alone | I |
| Famished and chilled through ways unknown | I |
| Tangled and steep he journeyed on | I |
| Till as a rock's huge point he turned | V |
| A watch fire close before him burned | V |
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| XXX | D |
| - | |
| Beside its embers red and clear | G |
| Basked in his plaid a mountaineer | G |
| And up he sprung with sword in hand | V |
| 'Thy name and purpose Saxon stand ' | - |
| 'A stranger ' 'What cost thou require ' | - |
| 'Rest and a guide and food and fire | G |
| My life's beset my path is lost | V |
| The gale has chilled my limbs with frost ' | - |
| 'Art thou a friend to Roderick ' 'No ' | - |
| 'Thou dar'st not call thyself a foe ' | - |
| 'I dare to him and all the band | V |
| He brings to aid his murderous hand ' | - |
| 'Bold words but though the beast of game | J2 |
| The privilege of chase may claim | J2 |
| Though space and law the stag we lend | V |
| Ere hound we slip or bow we bend | V |
| Who ever recked where how or when | I |
| The prowling fox was trapped or slain | I |
| Thus treacherous scouts yet sure they lie | E2 |
| Who say thou cam'st a secret spy ' | - |
| 'They do by heaven come Roderick Dhu | G |
| And of his clan the boldest two | E2 |
| And let me but till morning rest | V |
| I write the falsehood on their crest ' | - |
| If by the blaze I mark aright | V |
| Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight ' | - |
| 'Then by these tokens mayst thou know | E2 |
| Each proud oppressor's mortal foe ' | - |
| 'Enough enough sit down and share | G |
| A soldier's couch a soldier's fare ' | - |
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| XXXI | D |
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| He gave him of his Highland cheer | G |
| The hardened flesh of mountain deer | G |
| Dry fuel on the fire he laid | V |
| And bade the Saxon share his plaid | V |
| He tended him like welcome guest | V |
| Then thus his further speech addressed | V |
| 'Stranger I am to Roderick Dhu | G |
| A clansman born a kinsman true | E2 |
| Each word against his honour spoke | S2 |
| Demands of me avenging stroke | S2 |
| Yet more upon thy fate 'tis said | V |
| A mighty augury is laid | V |
| It rests with me to wind my horn | I |
| Thou art with numbers overborne | I |
| It rests with me here brand to brand | V |
| Worn as thou art to bid thee stand | V |
| But not for clan nor kindred's cause | D |
| Will I depart from honour's laws | D |
| To assail a wearied man were shame | J2 |
| And stranger is a holy name | J2 |
| Guidance and rest and food and fire | G |
| In vain he never must require | G |
| Then rest thee here till dawn of day | V |
| Myself will guide thee on the way | V |
| O'er stock and stone through watch and ward | V |
| Till past Clan Alpine's outmost guard | V |
| As far as Coilantogle's ford | V |
| From thence thy warrant is thy sword ' | - |
| 'I take thy courtesy by heaven | I |
| As freely as 'tis nobly given ' | - |
| Well rest thee for the bittern's cry | E2 |
| Sings us the lake's wild lullaby ' | - |
| With that he shook the gathered heath | D3 |
| And spread his plaid upon the wreath | D3 |
| And the brave foemen side by side | V |
| Lay peaceful down like brothers tried | V |
| And slept until the dawning beam | A2 |
| Purpled the mountain and the stream | A2 |
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