The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Iv. - The Prophecy 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 ' | F |
Thus spoke young Norman heir of Armandave | E |
What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave | E |
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II | A |
Such fond conceit half said half sung | G |
Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue | G |
All while he stripped the wild rose spray | H |
His axe and bow beside him lay | H |
For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood | I |
A wakeful sentinel he stood | I |
Hark on the rock a footstep rung | G |
And instant to his arms he sprung | G |
'Stand or thou diest What Malise soon | J |
Art thou returned from Braes of Doune | J |
By thy keen step and glance I know | J |
Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe ' | - |
For while the Fiery Cross tried on | J |
On distant scout had Malise gone | J |
'Where sleeps the Chief ' the henchman said | K |
'Apart in yonder misty glade | L |
To his lone couch I'll be your guide ' | - |
Then called a slumberer by his side | M |
And stirred him with his slackened bow | N |
'Up up Glentarkin rouse thee ho | J |
We seek the Chieftain on the track | O |
Keep eagle watch till I come back ' | - |
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III | A |
Together up the pass they sped | K |
'What of the foeman ' Norman said | K |
'Varying reports from near and far | P |
This certain that a band of war | Q |
Has for two days been ready boune | J |
At prompt command to march from Doune | J |
King James the while with princely powers | D |
Holds revelry in Stirling towers | D |
Soon will this dark and gathering cloud | R |
Speak on our glens in thunder loud | R |
Inured to bide such bitter bout | S |
The warrior's plaid may bear it out | S |
But Norman how wilt thou provide | M |
A shelter for thy bonny bride '' | - |
'What know ye not that Roderick's care | T |
To the lone isle hath caused repair | T |
Each maid and matron of the clan | J |
And every child and aged man | J |
Unfit for arms and given his charge | U |
Nor skiff nor shallop boat nor barge | U |
Upon these lakes shall float at large | U |
But all beside the islet moor | V |
That such dear pledge may rest secure ' | - |
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IV | E |
''Tis well advised the Chieftain's plan | J |
Bespeaks the father of his clan | J |
But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dhu | J |
Apart from all his followers true ' | - |
'It is because last evening tide | M |
Brian an augury hath tried | M |
Of that dread kind which must not be | W |
Unless in dread extremity | W |
The Taghairm called by which afar | P |
Our sires foresaw the events of war | Q |
Duncraggan's milk white bull they slew ' | - |
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Malise | D |
'Ah well the gallant brute I knew | J |
The choicest of the prey we had | X |
When swept our merrymen Gallangad | X |
His hide was snow his horns were dark | Y |
His red eye glowed like fiery spark | Y |
So fierce so tameless and so fleet | X |
Sore did he cumber our retreat | X |
And kept our stoutest kerns in awe | Z |
Even at the pass of Beal 'maha | J |
But steep and flinty was the road | X |
And sharp the hurrying pikeman's goad | X |
And when we came to Dennan's Row | J |
A child might scathless stroke his brow | N |
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V | W |
Norman | J |
'That bull was slain his reeking hide | X |
They stretched the cataract beside | X |
Whose waters their wild tumult toss | D |
Adown the black and craggy boss | D |
Of that huge cliff whose ample verge | A2 |
Tradition calls the Hero's Targe | A2 |
Couched on a shelf beneath its brink | B2 |
Close where the thundering torrents sink | B2 |
Rocking beneath their headlong sway | H |
And drizzled by the ceaseless spray | H |
Midst groan of rock and roar of stream | C2 |
The wizard waits prophetic dream | C2 |
Nor distant rests the Chief but hush | D2 |
See gliding slow through mist and bush | E2 |
The hermit gains yon rock and stands | D |
To gaze upon our slumbering bands | D |
Seems he not Malise dike a ghost | X |
That hovers o'er a slaughtered host | X |
Or raven on the blasted oak | F2 |
That watching while the deer is broke | F2 |
His morsel claims with sullen croak ' | - |
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Malise | D |
'Peace peace to other than to me | W |
Thy words were evil augury | H |
But still I hold Sir Roderick's blade | X |
Clan Alpine's omen and her aid | X |
Not aught that gleaned from heaven or hell | G2 |
Yon fiend begotten Monk can tell | G2 |
The Chieftain joins him see and now | N |
Together they descend the brow ' | - |
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VI | E |
And as they came with Alpine's Lord | X |
The Hermit Monk held solemn word | X |
'Roderick it is a fearful strife | E |
For man endowed with mortal life | E |
Whose shroud of sentient clay can still | H2 |
Feel feverish pang and fainting chill | H2 |
Whose eye can stare in stony trance | D |
Whose hair can rouse like warrior's lance | D |
'Tis hard for such to view unfurled | X |
The curtain of the future world | X |
Yet witness every quaking limb | I2 |
My sunken pulse mine eyeballs dim | I2 |
My soul with harrowing anguish torn | J |
This for my Chieftain have I borne | J |
The shapes that sought my fearful couch | J2 |
A human tongue may ne'er avouch | J2 |
No mortal man save he who bred | X |
Between the living and the dead | X |
Is gifted beyond nature's law | K2 |
Had e'er survived to say he saw | K2 |
At length the fateful answer came | L2 |
In characters of living flame | L2 |
Not spoke in word nor blazed in scroll | M2 |
But borne and branded on my soul | M2 |
Which spills the foremost foeman's life | E |
That party conquers in the strife ' | - |
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VII | E |
'Thanks Brian for thy zeal and care | H |
Good is thine augury and fair | H |
Clan Alpine ne'er in battle stood | X |
But first our broadswords tasted blood | X |
A surer victim still I know | J |
Self offered to the auspicious blow | J |
A spy has sought my land this morn | J |
No eve shall witness his return | J |
My followers guard each pass's mouth | N2 |
To east to westward and to south | N2 |
Red Murdoch bribed to be his guide | X |
Has charge to lead his steps aside | X |
Till in deep path or dingle brown | J |
He light on those shall bring him clown | J |
But see who comes his news to show | J |
Malise what tidings of the foe ' | - |
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VIII | E |
'At Doune o'er many a spear and glaive | E |
Two Barons proud their banners wave | E |
I saw the Moray's silver star | H |
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 | J |
Will see them here for battle boune ' | - |
'Then shall it see a meeting stern | J |
But for the place say couldst thou learn | J |
Nought of the friendly clans of Earn | J |
Strengthened by them we well might bide | X |
The battle on Benledi's side | X |
Thou couldst not well Clan Alpine's men | J |
Shall man the Trosachs' shaggy glen | J |
Within Loch Katrine's gorge we'll fight | X |
All in our maids' and matrons' sight | X |
Each for his hearth and household fire | H |
Father for child and son for sire Lover | H |
for maid beloved But why | E |
Is it the breeze affects mine eye | E |
Or dost thou come ill omened tear | H |
A messenger of doubt or fear | H |
No sooner may the Saxon lance | D |
Unfix Benledi from his stance | D |
Than doubt or terror can pierce through | H |
The unyielding heart of Roderick Dhu | J |
'tis stubborn as his trusty targe | A2 |
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 | H |
And seek Coir Uriskin once more | H |
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IX | D |
Where is the Douglas he is gone | J |
And Ellen sits on the gray stone | J |
Fast by the cave and makes her moan | J |
While vainly Allan's words of cheer | H |
Are poured on her unheeding ear | H |
'He will return dear lady trust | X |
With joy return he will he must | X |
Well was it time to seek afar | H |
Some refuge from impending war | H |
When e'en Clan Alpine's rugged swarm | O2 |
Are cowed by the approaching storm | O2 |
I saw their boats with many a light | X |
Floating the livelong yesternight | X |
Shifting like flashes darted forth | P2 |
By the red streamers of the north | P2 |
I marked at morn how close they ride | X |
Thick moored by the lone islet's side | X |
Like wild ducks couching in the fen | J |
When stoops the hawk upon the glen | J |
Since this rude race dare not abide | X |
The peril on the mainland side | X |
Shall not thy noble father's care | H |
Some safe retreat for thee prepare ' | - |
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X | D |
Ellen | J |
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'No Allan no ' Pretext so kind | X |
My wakeful terrors could not blind | X |
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 | Q2 |
Can image his e'en as the lake | R2 |
Itself disturbed by slightest stroke | F2 |
Reflects the invulnerable rock | S2 |
He hears report of battle rife | E |
He deems himself the cause of strife | E |
I saw him redden when the theme | C2 |
Turned Allan on thine idle dream | C2 |
Of Malcolm Graeme in fetters bound | X |
Which I thou saidst about him wound | X |
Think'st thou he bowed thine omen aught | X |
O no' 't was apprehensive thought | X |
For the kind youth for Roderick too | X |
Let me be just that friend so true | X |
In danger both and in our cause | D |
Minstrel the Douglas dare not pause | D |
Why else that solemn warning given | J |
'If not on earth we meet in heaven ' | - |
Why else to Cambus kenneth's fane | J |
If eve return him not again | J |
Am I to hie and make me known | J |
Alas he goes to Scotland's throne | J |
Buys his friends' safety with his own | J |
He goes to do what I had done | J |
Had Douglas' daughter been his son ' | - |
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XI | D |
'Nay lovely Ellen dearest nay | H |
If aught should his return delay | H |
He only named yon holy fane | J |
As fitting place to meet again | J |
Be sure he's safe and for the Graeme | L2 |
Heaven's blessing on his gallant name | L2 |
My visioned sight may yet prove true | X |
Nor bode of ill to him or you | X |
When did my gifted dream beguile | T2 |
Think of the stranger at the isle | T2 |
And think upon the harpings slow | J |
That presaged this approaching woe | J |
Sooth was my prophecy of fear | H |
Believe it when it augurs cheer | H |
Would we had left this dismal spot | X |
Ill luck still haunts a fairy spot | X |
Of such a wondrous tale I know | J |
Dear lady change that look of woe | J |
My harp was wont thy grief to cheer ' | - |
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Ellen | J |
'Well be it as thou wilt | X |
I hear But cannot stop the bursting tear ' | - |
The Minstrel tried his simple art | X |
Rut distant far was Ellen's heart | X |
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XII | D |
Ballad | X |
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Alice Brand | X |
Merry it is in the good green wood | X |
When the mavis and merle are singing | U2 |
When the deer sweeps by and the hounds are in cry | E |
And the hunter's horn is ringing | U2 |
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'O Alice Brand my native land | X |
Is lost for love of you | X |
And we must hold by wood and word | X |
As outlaws wont to do | X |
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'O Alice 't was all for thy locks so bright | X |
And 't was all for thine eyes so blue | X |
That on the night of our luckless flight | X |
Thy brother bold I slew | X |
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'Now must I teach to hew the beech | J2 |
The hand that held the glaive | E |
For leaves to spread our lowly bed | X |
And stakes to fence our cave | E |
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'And for vest of pall thy fingers small | V2 |
That wont on harp to stray | H |
A cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer | H |
To keep the cold away ' | - |
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'O Richard if my brother died | X |
'T was but a fatal chance | D |
For darkling was the battle tried | X |
And fortune sped the lance | D |
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'If pall and vair no more I wear | H |
Nor thou the crimson sheen | J |
As warm we'll say is the russet gray | H |
As gay the forest green | J |
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'And Richard if our lot be hard | X |
And lost thy native land | X |
Still Alice has her own Richard | X |
And he his Alice Brand ' | - |
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XIII | D |
Ballad Continued | X |
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'tis merry 'tis merry in good greenwood | X |
So blithe Lady Alice is singing | U2 |
On the beech's pride and oak's brown side | X |
Lord Richard's axe is ringing | U2 |
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Up spoke the moody Elfin King | U2 |
Who woned within the hill | H2 |
Like wind in the porch of a ruined church | J2 |
His voice was ghostly shrill | H2 |
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'Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak | F2 |
Our moonlight circle's screen | J |
Or who comes here to chase the deer | H |
Beloved of our Elfin Queen | J |
Or who may dare on wold to wear | H |
The fairies' fatal green | J |
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'Up Urgan up to yon mortal hie | J |
For thou wert christened man | J |
For cross or sign thou wilt not fly | E |
For muttered word or ban | J |
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'Lay on him the curse of the withered heart | X |
The curse of the sleepless eye | E |
Till he wish and pray that his life would part | X |
Nor yet find leave to die ' | - |
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XIV | E |
Ballad Continued | X |
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'Tis merry 'tis merry in good greenwood | X |
Though the birds have stilled their singing | U2 |
The evening blaze cloth Alice raise | D |
And Richard is fagots bringing | U2 |
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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 | X |
That woman void of fear | H |
'And if there 's blood upon his hand | X |
'Tis but the blood of deer ' | - |
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'Now loud thou liest thou bold of mood | X |
It cleaves unto his hand | X |
The stain of thine own kindly blood | X |
The blood of Ethert Brand ' | - |
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Then forward stepped she Alice Brand | X |
And made the holy sign | J |
'And if there's blood on Richard's hand | X |
A spotless hand is mine | J |
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'And I conjure thee demon elf | E |
By Him whom demons fear | H |
To show us whence thou art thyself | E |
And what thine errand here ' | - |
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XV | E |
Ballad Continued | X |
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Tis merry 'tis merry in Fairy land | X |
When fairy birds are singing | U2 |
When the court cloth ride by their monarch's side | X |
With bit and bridle ringing | U2 |
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'And gayly shines the Fairy land | X |
But all is glistening show | J |
Like the idle gleam that December's beam | C2 |
Can dart on ice and snow | J |
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'And fading like that varied gleam | C2 |
Is our inconstant shape | W2 |
Who now like knight and lady seem | C2 |
And now like dwarf and ape | W2 |
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'It was between the night and day | H |
When the Fairy King has power | H |
That I sunk down in a sinful fray | H |
And 'twixt life and death was snatched away | H |
To the joyless Elfin bower | H |
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'But wist I of a woman bold | X |
Who thrice my brow durst sign | J |
I might regain my mortal mould | X |
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 | J |
The darker grew the cave | E |
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She crossed him thrice that lady bold | X |
He rose beneath her hand | X |
The fairest knight on Scottish mould | X |
Her brother Ethert Brand | X |
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Merry it is in good greenwood | X |
When the mavis and merle are singing | U2 |
But merrier were they in Dunfermline gray | H |
When all the bells were ringing | U2 |
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XVI | E |
Just as the minstrel sounds were stayed | X |
A stranger climbed the steepy glade | X |
His martial step his stately mien | J |
His hunting suit of Lincoln green | J |
His eagle glance remembrance claims | D |
'Tis Snowdoun's Knight 'tis James Fitz James | D |
Ellen beheld as in a dream | C2 |
Then starting scarce suppressed a scream | C2 |
'O stranger in such hour of fear | H |
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 | X |
Met me betimes this morning tide | X |
And marshalled over bank and bourne | J |
The happy path of my return ' | - |
'The happy path what said he naught | X |
Of war of battle to be fought | X |
Of guarded pass ' 'No by my faith | X2 |
Nor saw I aught could augur scathe ' | - |
'O haste thee Allan to the kern | J |
Yonder his tartars I discern | J |
Learn thou his purpose and conjure | H |
That he will guide the stranger sure | H |
What prompted thee unhappy man | J |
The meanest serf in Roderick's clan | J |
Had not been bribed by love or fear | H |
Unknown to him to guide thee here ' | - |
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XVII | E |
'Sweet Ellen dear my life must be | D |
Since it is worthy care from thee | D |
et life I hold but idle breath | Y2 |
When love or honor's weighed with death | Y2 |
Then let me profit by my chance | D |
And speak my purpose bold at once | D |
I come to bear thee from a wild | X |
Where ne'er before such blossom smiled | X |
By this soft hand to lead thee far | H |
From frantic scenes of feud and war | H |
Near Bochastle my horses wait | X |
They bear us soon to Stirling gate | X |
I'll place thee in a lovely bower | H |
I'll guard thee like a tender flower' | H |
'O hush Sir Knight 't were female art | X |
To say I do not read thy heart | X |
Too much before my selfish ear | H |
Was idly soothed my praise to hear | H |
That fatal bait hath lured thee back | O |
In deathful hour o'er dangerous track | O |
And how O how can I atone | J |
The wreck my vanity brought on | J |
One way remains I'll tell him all | V2 |
Yes struggling bosom forth it shall | Z2 |
Thou whose light folly bears the blame | L2 |
Buy thine own pardon with thy shame | L2 |
But first my father is a man | J |
Outlawed and exiled under ban | J |
The price of blood is on his head | X |
With me 't were infamy to wed | X |
Still wouldst thou speak then hear the truth | A3 |
Fitz James there is a noble youth | A3 |
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 |
Fitz James knew every wily train | J |
A lady's fickle heart to gain | J |
But here he knew and felt them vain | J |
There shot no glance from Ellen's eye | E |
To give her steadfast speech the lie | E |
In maiden confidence she stood | X |
Though mantled in her cheek the blood | X |
And told her love with such a sigh | E |
Of deep and hopeless agony | D |
As death had sealed her Malcolm's doom | B3 |
And she sat sorrowing on his tomb | B3 |
Hope vanished from Fitz James's eye | E |
But not with hope fled sympathy | D |
He proffered to attend her side | X |
As brother would a sister guide | X |
'O little know'st thou Roderick's heart | X |
Safer for both we go apart | X |
O haste thee and from Allan learn | J |
If thou mayst trust yon wily kern ' | - |
With hand upon his forehead laid | X |
The conflict of his mind to shade | X |
A parting step or two he made | X |
Then as some thought had crossed his brain | J |
He paused and turned and came again | J |
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XIX | D |
'Hear lady yet a parting word | X |
It chanced in fight that my poor sword | X |
Preserved the life of Scotland's lord | X |
This ring the grateful Monarch gave | E |
And bade when I had boon to crave | E |
To bring it back and boldly claim | L2 |
The recompense that I would name | L2 |
Ellen I am no courtly lord | X |
But one who lives by lance and sword | X |
Whose castle is his helm and shield | X |
His lordship the embattled field | X |
What from a prince can I demand | X |
Who neither reck of state nor land | X |
Ellen thy hand the ring is thine | J |
Each guard and usher knows the sign | J |
Seek thou the King without delay | H |
This signet shall secure thy way | H |
And claim thy suit whate'er it be | D |
As ransom of his pledge to me ' | - |
He placed the golden circlet on | J |
Paused kissed her hand and then was gone | J |
The aged Minstrel stood aghast | X |
So hastily Fitz James shot past | X |
He joined his guide and wending down | J |
The ridges of the mountain brown | J |
Across the stream they took their way | H |
That joins Loch Katrine to Achray | H |
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XX | D |
All in the Trosachs' glen was still | H2 |
Noontide was sleeping on the hill | H2 |
Sudden his guide whooped loud and high | E |
'Murdoch was that a signal cry ' | - |
He stammered forth 'I shout to scare | H |
Yon raven from his dainty fare ' | - |
He looked he knew the raven's prey | H |
His own brave steed 'Ah gallant gray | H |
For thee for me perchance 't were well | G2 |
We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell | G2 |
Murdoch move first but silently | D |
Whistle or whoop and thou shalt die ' | - |
Jealous and sullen on they fared | X |
Each silent each upon his guard | X |
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XXI | D |
Now wound the path its dizzy ledge | A2 |
Around a precipice's edge | A2 |
When lo a wasted female form | O2 |
Blighted by wrath of sun and storm | O2 |
In tattered weeds and wild array | H |
Stood on a cliff beside the way | H |
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 | B3 |
With gesture wild she waved a plume | B3 |
Of feathers which the eagles fling | U2 |
To crag and cliff from dusky wing | U2 |
Such spoils her desperate step had sought | X |
Where scarce was footing for the goat | X |
The tartan plaid she first descried | X |
And shrieked till all the rocks replied | X |
As loud she laughed when near they drew | H |
For then the Lowland garb she knew | H |
And then her hands she wildly wrung | G |
And then she wept and then she sung | G |
She sung the voice in better time | C3 |
Perchance to harp or lute might chime | C3 |
And now though strained and roughened still | H2 |
Rung wildly sweet to dale and hill | H2 |
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XXII | D |
Song | D3 |
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They bid me sleep they bid me pray | H |
They say my brain is warped and wrung | G |
I cannot sleep on Highland brae | H |
I cannot pray in Highland tongue | G |
But were I now where Allan glides | D |
Or heard my native Devan's tides | D |
So sweetly would I rest and pray | H |
That Heaven would close my wintry day | H |
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'Twas thus my hair they bade me braid | X |
They made me to the church repair | H |
It was my bridal morn they said | X |
And my true love would meet me there | H |
But woe betide the cruel guile | T2 |
That drowned in blood the morning smile | T2 |
And woe betide the fairy dream | C2 |
I only waked to sob and scream | C2 |
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XXIII | D |
'Who is this maid what means her lay | H |
She hovers o'er the hollow way | H |
And flutters wide her mantle gray | H |
As the lone heron spreads his wing | U2 |
By twilight o'er a haunted spring ' | - |
''Tis Blanche of Devan ' Murdoch said | X |
'A crazed and captive Lowland maid | X |
Ta'en on the morn she was a bride | X |
When Roderick forayed Devan side | X |
The gay bridegroom resistance made | X |
And felt our Chief's unconquered blade | X |
I marvel she is now at large | A2 |
But oft she 'scapes from Maudlin's charge | A2 |
Hece brain sick fool ' He raised hisbow | D |
'Now if thou strik'st her but one blow | J |
I'll pitch thee from the cliff as far | H |
As ever peasant pitched a bar ' | - |
'Thanks champion thanks' the Maniac cried | X |
And pressed her to Fitz James's side | X |
'See the gray pennons I prepare | H |
To seek my true love through the air | H |
I will not lend that savage groom | B3 |
To break his fall one downy plume | B3 |
No deep amid disjointed stones | D |
The wolves shall batten on his bones | D |
And then shall his detested plaid | X |
By bush and brier in mid air stayed | X |
Wave forth a banner fail and free | D |
Meet signal for their revelry ' | - |
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XXIV | E |
'Hush thee poor maiden and be still ' | - |
'O thou look'st kindly and I will | H2 |
Mine eye has dried and wasted been | J |
But still it loves the Lincoln green | J |
And though mine ear is all unstrung | U2 |
Still still it loves the Lowland tongue | U2 |
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'For O my sweet William was forester true | H |
He stole poor Blanche's heart away | H |
His coat it was all of the greenwood hue | H |
And so blithely he trilled the Lowland lay | H |
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'It was not that I meant to tell | G2 |
But thou art wise and guessest well ' | - |
Then in a low and broken tone | J |
And hurried note the song went on | J |
Still on the Clansman fearfully | G2 |
She fixed her apprehensive eye | E |
Then turned it on the Knight and then | J |
Her look glanced wildly o'er the glen | J |
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XXV | E |
'The toils are pitched and the stakes are set | X |
Ever sing merrily merrily | G2 |
The bows they bend and the knives they whet | X |
Hunters live so cheerily | G2 |
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It was a stag a stag of ten | J |
Bearing its branches sturdily | G2 |
He came stately down the glen | J |
Ever sing hardily hardily | G2 |
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'It was there he met with a wounded doe | J |
She was bleeding deathfully | G2 |
She warned him of the toils below | G2 |
O so faithfully faithfully | G2 |
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'He had an eye and he could heed | X |
Ever sing warily warily | G2 |
He had a foot and he could speed | X |
Hunters watch so narrowly ' | - |
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XXVI | E |
Fitz James's mind was passion tossed | X |
When Ellen's hints and fears were lost | X |
But Murdoch's shout suspicion wrought | X |
And Blanche's song conviction brought | X |
Not like a stag that spies the snare | H |
But lion of the hunt aware | H |
He waved at once his blade on high | E |
'Disclose thy treachery or die ' | - |
Forth at hell speed the Clansman flew | G2 |
But in his race his bow he drew | G2 |
The shaft just grazed Fitz James's crest | X |
And thrilled in Blanche's faded breast | X |
Murdoch of Alpine prove thy speed | X |
For ne'er had Alpine's son such need | X |
With heart of fire and foot of wind | X |
The fierce avenger is behind | X |
Fate judges of the rapid strife | E |
The forfeit death the prize is life | E |
Thy kindred ambush lies before | H |
Close couched upon the heathery moor | H |
Them couldst thou reach it may not be | G2 |
Thine ambushed kin thou ne'er shalt see | G2 |
The fiery Saxon gains on thee | G2 |
Resistless speeds the deadly thrust | X |
As lightning strikes the pine to dust | X |
With foot and hand Fitz James must strain | J |
Ere he can win his blade again | J |
Bent o'er the fallen with falcon eye | E |
He grimly smiled to see him die | E |
Then slower wended back his way | H |
Where the poor maiden bleeding lay | H |
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XXVII | E |
She sat beneath the birchen tree | G2 |
Her elbow resting on her knee | G2 |
She had withdrawn the fatal shaft | X |
And gazed on it and feebly laughed | X |
Her wreath of broom and feathers gray | H |
Daggled with blood beside her lay | H |
The Knight to stanch the life stream tried | X |
'Stranger it is in vain ' she cried | X |
'This hour of death has given me more | H |
Of reason's power than years before | H |
For as these ebbing veins decay | H |
My frenzied visions fade away | H |
A helpless injured wretch I die | E |
And something tells me in thine eye | E |
That thou wert mine avenger born | J |
Seest thou this tress O still I 've worn | J |
This little tress of yellow hair | H |
Through danger frenzy and despair | H |
It once was bright and clear as thine | J |
But blood and tears have dimmed its shine | J |
I will not tell thee when 't was shred | X |
Nor from what guiltless victim's head | X |
My brain would turn but it shall wave | E |
Like plumage on thy helmet brave | E |
Till sun and wind shall bleach the stain | J |
And thou wilt bring it me again | J |
I waver still O God more bright | X |
Let reason beam her parting light | X |
O by thy knighthood's honored sign | J |
And for thy life preserved by mine | J |
When thou shalt see a darksome man | J |
Who boasts him Chief of Alpine's Clan | J |
With tartars broad and shadowy plume | B3 |
And hand of blood and brow of gloom | B3 |
Be thy heart bold thy weapon strong | U2 |
And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong | U2 |
They watch for thee by pass and fell | G2 |
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 | H |
He saw the murdered maid expire | H |
'God in my need be my relief | E |
As I wreak this on yonder Chief ' | - |
A lock from Blanche's tresses fair | H |
He blended with her bridegroom's hair | H |
The mingled braid in blood he dyed | X |
And placed it on his bonnet side | X |
'By Him whose word is truth I swear | H |
No other favour will I wear | H |
Till this sad token I imbrue | H |
In the best blood of Roderick Dhu | H |
But hark what means yon faint halloo | G2 |
The chase is up but they shall know | G2 |
The stag at bay 's a dangerous foe ' | - |
Barred from the known but guarded way | H |
Through copse and cliffs Fitz James must stray | H |
And oft must change his desperate track | U2 |
By stream and precipice turned back | U2 |
Heartless fatigued and faint at length | E3 |
From lack of food and loss of strength | E3 |
He couched him in a thicket hoar | H |
And thought his toils and perils o'er | H |
'Of all my rash adventures past | X |
This frantic feat must prove the last | X |
Who e'er so mad but might have guessed | X |
That all this Highland hornet's nest | X |
Would muster up in swarms so soon | J |
As e'er they heard of bands at Doune | J |
Like bloodhounds now they search me out | X |
Hark to the whistle and the shout | X |
If farther through the wilds I go | G2 |
I only fall upon the foe | G2 |
I'll couch me here till evening gray | H |
Then darkling try my dangerous way ' | - |
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XXIX | D |
The shades of eve come slowly down | J |
The woods are wrapt in deeper brown | J |
The owl awakens from her dell | G2 |
The fox is heard upon the fell | G2 |
Enough remains of glimmering light | X |
To guide the wanderer's steps aright | X |
Yet not enough from far to show | G2 |
His figure to the watchful foe | G2 |
With cautious step and ear awake | U2 |
He climbs the crag and threads the brake | U2 |
And not the summer solstice there | H |
Tempered the midnight mountain air | H |
But every breeze that swept the wold | X |
Benumbed his drenched limbs with cold | X |
In dread in danger and alone | J |
Famished and chilled through ways unknown | J |
Tangled and steep he journeyed on | J |
Till as a rock's huge point he turned | X |
A watch fire close before him burned | X |
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XXX | D |
Beside its embers red and clear | H |
Basked in his plaid a mountaineer | H |
And up he sprung with sword in hand | X |
'Thy name and purpose Saxon stand ' | - |
'A stranger ' 'What cost thou require ' | - |
'Rest and a guide and food and fire | H |
My life's beset my path is lost | X |
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 | X |
He brings to aid his murderous hand ' | - |
'Bold words but though the beast of game | L2 |
The privilege of chase may claim | L2 |
Though space and law the stag we lend | X |
Ere hound we slip or bow we bend | X |
Who ever recked where how or when | J |
The prowling fox was trapped or slain | J |
Thus treacherous scouts yet sure they lie | G2 |
Who say thou cam'st a secret spy ' | - |
'They do by heaven come Roderick Dhu | H |
And of his clan the boldest two | G2 |
And let me but till morning rest | X |
I write the falsehood on their crest ' | - |
If by the blaze I mark aright | X |
Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight ' | - |
'Then by these tokens mayst thou know | G2 |
Each proud oppressor's mortal foe ' | - |
'Enough enough sit down and share | H |
A soldier's couch a soldier's fare ' | - |
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XXXI | D |
He gave him of his Highland cheer | H |
The hardened flesh of mountain deer | H |
Dry fuel on the fire he laid | X |
And bade the Saxon share his plaid | X |
He tended him like welcome guest | X |
Then thus his further speech addressed | X |
'Stranger I am to Roderick Dhu | H |
A clansman born a kinsman true | G2 |
Each word against his honour spoke | U2 |
Demands of me avenging stroke | U2 |
Yet more upon thy fate 'tis said | X |
A mighty augury is laid | X |
It rests with me to wind my horn | J |
Thou art with numbers overborne | J |
It rests with me here brand to brand | X |
Worn as thou art to bid thee stand | X |
But not for clan nor kindred's cause | D |
Will I depart from honour's laws | D |
To assail a wearied man were shame | L2 |
And stranger is a holy name | L2 |
Guidance and rest and food and fire | H |
In vain he never must require | H |
Then rest thee here till dawn of day | X |
Myself will guide thee on the way | X |
O'er stock and stone through watch and ward | X |
Till past Clan Alpine's outmost guard | X |
As far as Coilantogle's ford | X |
From thence thy warrant is thy sword ' | - |
'I take thy courtesy by heaven | J |
As freely as 'tis nobly given ' | - |
Well rest thee for the bittern's cry | G2 |
Sings us the lake's wild lullaby ' | - |
With that he shook the gathered heath | F3 |
And spread his plaid upon the wreath | F3 |
And the brave foemen side by side | X |
Lay peaceful down like brothers tried | X |
And slept until the dawning beam | C2 |
Purpled the mountain and the stream | C2 |
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