The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto V Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Call it not vain they do not err	B
Who say that when the Poet dies	C
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper	B
And celebrates his obsequies	C
Who say tall cliff and cavern lone	D
For the departed Bard make moan	D
That mountains weep in crystal rill	E
That flowers in tears of balm distill	E
Through his lov'd groves that breezes sigh	A
And oaks in deeper groan reply	A
And rivers teach their rushing wave	F
To murmur dirges round his grave	F
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II	A
Not that in sooth o'er mortal urn	G
Those things inanimate can mourn	H
But that the stream the wood the gale	I
Is vocal with the plaintive wail	I
Of those who else forgotten long	J
Liv'd in the poet's faithful song	J
And with the poet's parting breath	K
Whose memory feels a second death	K
The Maid's pale shade who wails her lot	L
That love true love should be forgot	L
From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear	B
Upon the gentle Minstrel's bier	B
The phantom Knight his glory fled	M
Mourns o'er the field he heap'd with dead	M
Mounts the wild blast that sweeps amain	H
And shrieks along the battle plain	H
The Chief whose antique crownlet long	J
Still sparkled in the feudal song	J
Now from the mountain's misty throne	H
Sees in the thanedom once his own	H
His ashes undistinguish'd lie	A
His place his power his memory die	A
His groans the lonely caverns fill	E
His tears of rage impel the rill	E
All mourn the Minstrel's harp unstrung	J
Their name unknown their praise unsung	J
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III	A
Scarcely the hot assault was staid	N
The terms of truce were scarcely made	N
When they could spy from Branksome's towers	C
The advancing march of martial powers	C
Thick clouds of dust afar appear'd	O
And trampling steeds were faintly heard	P
Bright spears above the columns dun	H
Glanced momentary to the sun	H
And feudal banners fair display'd	N
The bands that moved to Branksome's aid	N
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IV	F
Vails not to tell each hardy clan	H
From the fair Middle Marches came	Q
The Bloody Heart blaz'd in the van	H
Announcing Douglas dreaded name	Q
Vails not to tell what steeds did spurn	H
Where the Seven Spears of Wedderburne	H
Their men in battle order set	R
And Swinton laid the lance in rest	S
That tamed of yore the sparkling crest	S
Of Clarence's Plantagenet	S
Nor list I say what hundreds more	B
From the rich Merse and Lammermore	B
And Tweed's fair borders to the war	B
Beneath the crest of Old Dunbar	B
And Hepburn's mingled banners come	T
Down the steep mountain glittering far	B
And shouting still A Home a Home	U
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V	F
Now squire and knight from Branksome sent	S
On many a courteous message went	S
To every chief and lord they paid	S
Meet thanks for prompt and powerful aid	S
And told them how a truce was made	S
And how a day of fight was ta'en	H
'Twixt Musgrave and stout Deloraine	H
And how the Ladye pray'd them dear	B
That all would stay the fight to see	F
And deign in love and courtesy	F
To taste of Branksome cheer	B
Nor while they bade to feast each Scot	S
Were England's noble Lords forgot	S
Himself the hoary Seneschal	E
Rode forth in seemly terms to call	E
Those gallant foes to Branksome Hall	E
Accepted Howard than whom knight	S
Was never dubb'd more bold in fight	S
Nor when from war and armor free	F
More fam'd for stately courtesy	F
But angry Dacre rather chose	C
In his pavilion to repose	C
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VI	F
Now noble Dame perchance you ask	J
How these two hostile armies met	S
Deeming it were no easy task	J
To keep the truce which here was set	S
Where martial spirits all on fire	B
Breathed only blood and mortal ire	B
By mutual inroads mutual blows	C
By habit and by nation foes	C
They met on Teviot's strand	S
They met and sate them mingled down	H
Without a threat without a frown	H
As brothers meet in foreign land	S
The hands the spear that lately grasp'd	S
Still in the mailed gauntlet clasp'd	S
Were interchang'd in greeting dear	B
Visors were raised and faces shown	H
And many a friend to friend made known	H
Partook of social cheer	B
Some drove the jolly bowl about	S
With dice and draughts some chas'd the day	S
And some with many a merry shout	S
In riot revelry and rout	S
Pursued the foot ball play	S
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VII	F
Yet be it known had bugles blown	H
Or sign of war been seen	H
Those bands so fair together rang'd	S
Those hands so frankly interchang'd	S
Had dyed with gore the green	H
The merry shout by Teviot side	S
Had sunk in war cries wild and wide	S
And in the groan of death	K
And whingers now in friendship bare	B
The social meal to part and share	B
Had found a bloody sheath	V
'Twixt truce and war such sudden change	W
Was not infrequent nor held strange	W
In the old Border day	S
But yet on Branksome's towers and town	H
In peaceful merriment sunk down	H
The sun's declining ray	S
	-
VIII	F
The blithsome signs of wassel gay	S
Decay'd not with the dying day	S
Soon through the lattic'd windows tall	E
Of lofty Branksome's lordly hall	E
Divided square by shafts of stone	H
Huge flakes of ruddy lustre shone	H
Nor less the gilded rafters rang	J
With merry harp and beakers' clang	J
And frequent on the darkening plain	H
Loud hollo whoop or whistle ran	H
As bands their stragglers to regain	H
Give the shrill watchword of their clan	H
And revellers o'er their bowls proclaim	Q
Douglas or Dacre's conquering name	Q
	-
IX	C
Less frequent heard and fainter still	E
At length the various clamors died	S
And you might hear from Branksome hill	E
No sound but Teviot's rushing tide	S
Save when the changing sentinel	E
The challenge of his watch could tell	E
And save where through the dark profound	S
The clanging axe and hammer's sound	S
Rung from the nether lawn	H
For many a busy hand toil'd there	B
Strong pales to shape and beams to square	B
The lists' dread barriers to prepare	B
Against the morrow's dawn	H
	-
X	C
Margaret from hall did soon retreat	S
Despite the Dame's reproving eye	F
Nor mark'd she as she left her seat	S
Full many a stifled sigh	F
For many a noble warrior strove	F
To win the Flower of Teviot's love	F
And many a bold ally	F
With throbbing head and anxious heart	S
All in her lonely bower apart	S
In broken sleep she lay	S
Betimes from silken couch she rose	C
While yet the banner'd hosts repose	C
She view'd the dawning day	S
Of all the hundreds sunk to rest	S
First woke the loveliest and the best	S
	-
XI	C
She gaz'd upon the inner court	S
Which in the tower's tall shadow lay	S
Where coursers' clang and stamp and snort	S
Had rung the livelong yesterday	S
Now still as death till stalking slow	E
The jingling spurs announc'd his tread	S
A stately warrior pass'd below	E
But when he rais'd his plumed head	S
Bless'd Mary can it be	C
Secure as if in Ousenam bowers	C
He walks through Branksome's hostile towers	C
With fearless step and free	C
She dar'd not sign she dar'd not speak	J
Oh if one page's slumbers break	J
His blood the price must pay	S
Not all the pearls Queen Mary wears	C
Not Margaret's yet more precious tears	C
Shall buy his life a day	S
	-
XII	C
Yet was his hazard small for well	E
You may bethink you of the spell	E
Of that sly urchin page	X
This to his lord he did impart	S
And made him seem by glamour art	S
A knight from Hermitage	Y
Unchalleng'd thus the warder's post	S
The court unchalleng'd thus he cross'd	S
For all the vassalage	Y
But O what magic's quaint disguise	C
Could blind fair Margaret s azure eyes	C
She started from her seat	S
While with surprise and fear she strove	F
And both could scarcely master love	F
Lord Henry's at her feet	S
	-
XIII	C
Oft have I mus'd what purpose bad	S
That foul malicious urchin had	S
To bring this meeting round	S
For happy love's a heavenly sight	S
And by a vile malignant sprite	S
In such no joy is found	S
And oft I've deem'd perchance he thought	S
Their erring passion might have wrought	S
Sorrow and sin and shame	Q
And death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight	S
And to the gentle ladye bright	S
Disgrace and loss of fame	Q
But earthly spirit could not tell	E
The heart of them that lov'd so well	E
True love's the gift which God has given	H
To man alone beneath the heaven	H
It is not fantasy's hot fire	B
Whose wishes soon as granted fly	F
It liveth not in fierce desire	B
With dead desire it doth not die	F
It is the secret sympathy	C
The silver link the silken tie	F
Which heart to heart and mind to mind	S
In body and in soul can bind	S
Now leave we Margaret and her Knight	S
To tell you of the approaching fight	S
	-
XIV	F
Their warning blasts the bugles blew	E
The pipe's shrill port arous'd each clan	H
In haste the deadly strife to view	E
The trooping warriors eager ran	H
Thick round the lists their lances stood	S
Like blasted pines in Ettric wood	S
To Branksome many a look they threw	E
The combatants' approach to view	E
And bandied many a word of boast	S
About the knight each favor'd most	S
	-
XV	E
Meantime full anxious was the Dame	Q
For now arose disputed claim	Q
Of who should fight for Deloraine	H
'Twixt Harden and 'twixt Thirlestaine	H
They 'gan to reckon kin and rent	S
And frowning brow on brow was bent	S
But yet not long the strife for lo	E
Himself the Knight of Deloraine	H
Strong as it seem'd and free from pain	H
In armor sheath'd from top to toe	E
Appear'd and crav'd the combat due	E
The Dame her charm successful knew	E
And the fierce chiefs their claims withdrew	E
	-
XVI	E
When for the lists they sought the plain	H
The stately Ladye's silken rein	H
Did noble Howard hold	S
Unarmed by her side he walk'd	S
And much in courteous phrase they talk'd	S
Of feats of arms of old	S
Costly his garb his Flemish ruff	E
Fell o'er his doublet shap'd of buff	E
With satin slash'd and lin'd	S
Tawny his boot and gold his spur	B
His cloak was all of Poland fur	B
His hose with silver twin'd	S
His Bilboa blade by Marchmen felt	S
Hung in a broad and studded belt	S
Hence in rude phrase the Borderers still	E
Call'd noble Howard Belted Will	E
	-
XVII	E
Behind Lord Howard and the Dame	Q
Fair Margaret on her palfrey came	Q
Whose foot cloth swept the ground	S
White was her wimple and her veil	E
And her loose locks a chaplet pale	E
Of whitest roses bound	S
The lordly Angus by her side	S
In courtesy to cheer her tried	S
Without his aid her hand in vain	H
Had strove to guide her broider'd rein	H
He deem'd she shudder'd at the sight	S
Of warriors met for mortal fight	S
But cause of terror all unguess'd	S
Was fluttering in her gentle breast	S
When in their chairs of crimson plac'd	S
The Dame and she the barriers grac'd	S
	-
XVIII	E
Prize of the field the young Buccleuch	Z
An English knight led forth to view	E
Scarce rued the boy his present plight	S
So much he long'd to see the fight	S
Within the lists in knightly pride	S
High Home and haughty Dacre ride	S
Their leading staffs of steel they wield	S
As marshals of the mortal field	S
While to each knight their care assign'd	S
Like vantage of the sun and wind	S
Then heralds hoarse did loud proclaim	Q
In King and Queen and Warden's name	Q
That none while lasts the strife	E
Should dare by look or sign or word	S
Aid to a champion to afford	S
On peril of his life	E
And not a breath the silence broke	J
Till thus the alternate Heralds spoke	J
	-
XIX	C
English Herald	S
Here standeth Richard of Musgrave	E
Good knight and true and freely born	H
Amends from Deloraine to crave	E
For foul despiteous scathe and scorn	H
He sayeth that William of Deloraine	H
Is traitor false by Border laws	C
This with his sword he will maintain	H
So help him God and his good cause	C
	-
XX	C
Scottish Herald	S
Here standeth William of Deloraine	H
Good knight and true of noble strain	H
Who sayeth that foul treason's stain	H
Since he bore arms ne'er soil'd his coat	S
And that so help him God above	E
He will on Musgrave's body prove	E
He lies most foully in his throat	S
	-
Lord Dacre	B
Forward brave champions to the fight	S
Sound trumpets	C
	-
Lord Home	U
God defend the right	S
Then Teviot how thine echoes rang	J
When bugle sound and trumpet clang	J
Let loose the martial foes	C
And in mid list with shield pois'd high	E
And measur'd step and wary eye	E
The combatants did close	C
	-
XXI	C
Ill would it suit your gentle ear	B
Ye lovely listeners to hear	B
How to the axe the helms did sound	S
And blood pour'd down from many a wound	S
For desperate was the strife and long	J
And either warrior fierce and strong	J
But were each dame a listening knight	S
I well could tell how warriors fight	S
For I have seen war's lightning flashing	J
Seen the claymore with bayonet clashing	J
Seen through red blood the war horse dashing	J
And scorn'd amid the reeling strife	E
To yield a step for death or life	E
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XXII	C
'Tis done 'tis done that fatal blow	E
Has stretch d him on the bloody plain	H
He strives to rise brave Musgrave no	E
Thence never shalt thou rise again	H
He chokes in blood some friendly hand	S
Undo the visor's barred band	S
Unfix the gorget's iron clasp	A2
And give him room for life to gasp	A2
O bootless aid haste holy Friar	B
Haste ere the sinner shall expire	B
Of all his guilt let him be shriven	H
And smooth his path from earth to heaven	H
	-
XXIII	C
In haste the holy Friar sped	S
His naked foot was dyed with red	S
As through the lists he ran	H
Unmindful of the shouts on high	E
That hail'd the conqueror's victory	B
He rais'd the dying man	H
Loose wav'd his silver beard and hair	B
As o'er him he kneel'd down in prayer	B
And still the crucifix on high	E
He holds before his darkening eye	E
And still he bends an anxious ear	B
His faltering penitence to hear	B
Still props him from the bloody sod	S
Still even when soul and body part	S
Pours ghostly comfort on his heart	S
And bids him trust in God	S
Unheard he prays the death pang's o'er	B
Richard of Musgrave breathes no more	B
	-
XXIV	E
As if exhausted in the fight	S
Or musing o'er the piteous sight	S
The silent victor stands	C
His beaver did he not unclasp	A2
Mark'd not the shouts felt not the grasp	A2
Of gratulating hands	C
When lo strange cries of wild surprise	C
Mingled with seeming terror rise	C
Among the Scottish bands	C
And all amid the throng'd array	B
In panic haste gave open way	B
To a half naked ghastly man	H
Who downward from the castle ran	H
He cross'd the barriers at a bound	S
And wild and haggard look'd around	S
As dizzy and in pain	H
And all upon the armed ground	S
Knew William of Deloraine	H
Each ladye sprung from seat with speed	S
Vaulted each marshal from his steed	S
And who art thou they cried	S
Who hast this battle fought and won	H
His plumed helm was soon undone	H
Cranstoun of Teviot side	S
For this fair prize I've fought and won	H
And to the Ladye led her son	H
	-
XXV	E
Full oft the rescued boy she kiss'd	S
And often press'd him to her breast	S
For under all her dauntless show	E
Her heart had throbb'd at every blow	E
Yet not Lord Cranstoun deign'd she greet	S
Though low he kneeled at her feet	S
Me lists not tell what words were made	S
What Douglas Home and Howard said	S
For Howard was a generous foe	E
And how the clan united pray'd	S
The Ladye would the feud forego	E
And deign to bless the nuptial hour	B
Of Cranstoun's Lord and Teviot's Flower	B
	-
XXVI	E
She look'd to river look'd to hill	E
Thought on the Spirit's prophecy	B
Then broke her silence stern and still	E
Not you but Fate has vanquish'd me	B
Their influence kindly stars may shower	B
On Teviot's tide and Branksome's tower	B
For pride is quell'd and love is free	B
She took fair Margaret by the hand	S
Who breathless trembling scarce might stand	S
That hand to Cranstoun's lord gave she	B
As I am true to thee and thine	H
Do thou be true to me and mine	H
This clasp of love our bond shall be	B
For this is your betrothing day	B
And all these noble lords shall stay	B
To grace it with their company	B
	-
XXVII	E
All as they left the listed plain	H
Much of the story she did gain	H
How Cranstoun fought with Deloraine	H
And of his page and of the Book	J
Which from the wounded knight he took	J
And how he sought her castle high	E
That morn by help of gramarye	E
How in Sir William's armor dight	B
Stolen by his page while slept the knight	B
He took on him the single fight	B
But half his tale he left unsaid	B
And linger'd till he join'd the maid	B
Car'd not the Ladye to betray	B
Her mystic arts in view of day	B
But well she thought ere midnight came	Q
Of that strange page the pride to tame	Q
From his foul hands the Book to save	E
And send it back to Michael's grave	E
Needs not to tell each tender word	B
'Twixt Margaret and twixt Cranstoun s lord	B
Nor how she told of former woes	C
And how her bosom fell and rose	C
While he and Musgrave bandied blows	C
Needs not these lovers' joys to tell	E
One day fair maids you'll know them well	E
	-
XXVIII	E
William of Deloraine some chance	C
Had waken'd from his deathlike trance	C
And taught that in the listed plain	H
Another in his arms and shield	B
Against fierce Musgrave axe did wield	B
Under the name of Deloraine	H
Hence to the field unarm'd he ran	H
And hence his presence scar'd the clan	H
Who held him for some fleeting wraith	C
And not a man of blood and breath	C
Not much this new ally he lov'd	B
Yet when he saw what hap had prov'd	B
He greeted him right heartilie	E
He would not waken old debate	B
For he was void of rancorous hate	B
Though rude and scant of courtesy	B
In raids he spilt but seldom blood	B
Unless when men at arms withstood	B
Or as was meet for deadly feud	B
He ne'er bore grudge for stalwart blow	E
Ta'en in fair fight from gallant foe	E
And so 'twas seen of him e'en now	H
When on dead Musgrave he look d down	H
Grief darken'd on his rugged brow	H
Though half disguised with a frown	H
And thus while sorrow bent his head	B
His foeman's epitaph he made	B
	-
XXIX	B
Now Richard Musgrave liest thou here	B
I ween my deadly enemy	B
For if I slew thy brother dear	B
Thou slew'st a sister's son to me	B
And when I lay in dungeon dark	J
Of Naworth Castle long months three	B
Till ransom'd for a thousand mark	J
Dark Musgrave it was 'long of thee	B
And Musgrave could our fight be tried	B
And thou wert now alive as I	E
No mortal man should us divide	B
Till one or both of us did die	E
Yet rest thee God for well I know	E
I ne'er shall find a nobler foe	E
In all the northern counties here	B
Whose word is Snaffle spur and spear	B
Thou wert the best to follow gear	B
'Twas pleasure as we look'd behind	B
To see how thou the chase could'st wind	B
Cheer the dark blood hound on his way	B
And with the bugle rouse the fray	B
I'd give the lands of Deloraine	E
Dark Musgrave were alive again	E
	-
XXX	B
So mourn'd he till Lord Dacre's band	B
Were bowning back to Cumberland	B
They rais'd brave Musgrave from the field	B
And laid him on his bloody shield	B
On levell'd lances four and four	B
By turns the noble burden bore	B
Before at times upon the gale	E
Was heard the Minstrel s plaintive wail	E
Behind four priests in sable stole	E
Sung requiem for the warrior's soul	E
Around the horsemen slowly rode	B
With trailing pikes the spearmen trode	B
And thus the gallant knight they bore	B
Through Liddesdale to Leven's shore	B
Thence to Holme Coltrame's lofty nave	E
And laid him in his father's grave	E
The harp's wild notes though hush'd the song	J
The mimic march of death prolong	J
Now seems it far and now a near	B
Now meets and now eludes the ear	B
Now seems some mountainside to sweep	A2
Now faintly dies in valley deep	A2
Seems now as if the Minstrel's wail	E
Now the sad requiem loads the gale	E
Last o'er the warrior's closing grave	E
Rung the full choir in choral stave	E
	-
After due pause they bade him tell	E
Why he who touch'd the harp so well	E
Should thus with ill rewarded toil	E
Wander a poor and thankless soil	E
When the more generous Southern land	B
Would well requite his skillful hand	B
	-
The aged Harper howsoe'er	B
His only friend his harp was dear	B
Lik'd not to hear it rank'd so high	E
Above his flowing poesy	B
Less lik'd he still that scornful jeer	B
Mispris'd the land he lov'd so dear	B
High was the sound as thus again	E
The Bard resum'd his minstrel strain	E

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