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

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I	A
Breathes there the man with soul so dead	B
Who never to himself hath said	B
This is my own my native land	C
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd	D
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd	D
From wandering on a foreign strand	C
If such there breathe go mark him well	E
For him no Minstrel raptures swell	E
High though his titles proud his name	F
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim	F
Despite those titles power and pelf	G
The wretch concentred all in self	G
Living shall forfeit fair renown	H
And doubly dying shall go down	H
To the vile dust from whence he sprung	I
Unwept unhonor'd and unsung	I
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II	A
O Caledonia stern and wild	J
Meet nurse for a poetic child	J
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood	K
Land of the mountain and the flood	L
Land of my sires what mortal hand	C
Can e'er untie the filial band	C
That knits me to thy rugged strand	C
Still as I view each well known scene	M
Think what is now and what hath been	N
Seems as to me of all bereft	O
Sole friends thy woods and streams were left	O
And thus I love them better still	P
Even in extremity of ill	P
By Yarrow's stream still let me stray	Q
Though none should guide my feeble way	Q
Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break	R
Although it chill my wither'd cheek	S
Still lay my head by Teviot Stone	T
Though there forgotten and alone	T
The Bard may draw his parting groan	T
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III	A
Not scorn'd like me to Branksome Hall	U
The Minstrels came at festive call	U
Trooping they came from near and far	V
The jovial priests of mirth and war	W
Alike for feast and fight prepar'd	X
Battle and banquet both they shar'd	X
Of late before each martial clan	Y
They blew their death note in the van	Y
But now for every merry mate	Z
Rose the portcullis' iron grate	Z
They sound the pipe they strike the string	A2
They dance they revel and they sing	A2
Till the rude turrets shake and ring	A2
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IV	G
Me lists not at this tide declare	B2
The splendor of the spousal rite	C2
How muster'd in the chapel fair	B2
Both maid and matron squire and knight	C2
Me lists not tell of owches rare	B2
Of mantles green and braided hair	B2
And kirtles furr'd with miniver	B2
What plumage wav'd the altar round	D2
How spurs and ringing chainlets sound	D2
And hard it were for bard to speak	S
The changeful hue of Margaret's cheek	S
That lovely hue which comes and flies	E2
As awe and shame alternate rise	E2
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V	G
Some bards have sung the Ladye high	G
Chapel or altar came not nigh	G
Nor durst the rites of spousal grace	F2
So much she fear'd each holy place	F2
False slanders these I trust right well	E
She wrought not by forbidden spell	E
For mighty words and signs have power	B2
O'er sprites in planetary hour	B2
Yet scarce I praise their venturous part	G2
Who tamper with such dangerous art	G2
But this for faithful truth I say	Q
The Ladye by the altar stood	K
Of sable velvet her array	Q
And on her head a crimson hood	K
With pearls embroider'd and entwin'd	H2
Guarded with gold with ermine lin'd	H2
A merlin sat upon her wrist	I2
Held by a leash of silken twist	I2
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VI	G
The spousal rites were ended soon	J2
'Twas now the merry hour of noon	J2
And in the lofty arched hall	U
Was spread the gorgeous festival	K2
Steward and squire with heedful haste	L2
Marshall'd the rank of every guest	M2
Pages with ready blade were there	B2
The mighty meal to carve and share	B2
O'er capon heron shew and crane	N2
And princely peacock s gilded train	N2
And o'er the boar head garnish'd brave	G
And cygnet from St Mary's wave	G
O'er ptarmigan and venison	O2
The priest had spoke his benison	O2
Then rose the riot and the din	O2
Above beneath without within	O2
For from the lofty balcony	O2
Rung trumpet shalm and psaltery	B2
Their clanging bowls old warriors quaff'd	M2
Loudly they spoke and loudly laugh'd	M2
Whisper'd young knights in tone more mild	M2
To ladies fair and ladies smil'd	M2
The hooded hawks high perch'd on beam	P2
The clamor join'd with whistling scream	P2
And flapp'd their wings and shook their bells	Q2
In concert with the stag hounds' yells	Q2
Round go the flasks of ruddy wine	O2
From Bordeaux Orleans or the Rhine	O2
Their tasks the busy sewers ply	G
And all is mirth and revelry	B2
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VII	G
The Goblin Page omitting still	P
No opportunity of ill	P
Strove now while blood ran hot and high	G
To rouse debate and jealousy	B2
Till Conrad Lord of Wolfenstein	O2
By nature fierce and warm with wine	O2
And now in humor highly cross'd	M2
About some steeds his band had lost	M2
High words to words succeeding still	P
Smote with his gauntlet stout Hunthill	P
A hot and hardy Rutherford	M2
Whom men called Dickon Draw the sword	M2
He took it on the page's say	Q
Hunthill had driven these steeds away	Q
Then Howard Home and Douglas rose	R2
The kindling discord to compose	R2
Stern Rutherford right little said	M2
But bit his glove and shook his head	M2
A fortnight thence in Inglewood	M2
Stout Conrad cold and drench'd in blood	M2
His bosom gor'd with many a wound	M2
Was by a woodman's lyme dog found	M2
Unknown the manner of his death	S2
Gone was his brand both sword and sheath	T2
But ever from that time 'twas said	M2
That Dickon wore a Cologne blade	M2
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VIII	G
The dwarf who fear'd his master's eye	G
Might his foul treachery espie	U2
Now sought the castle buttery	B2
Where many a yeoman bold and free	B2
Revell'd as merrily and well	P
As those that sat in lordly selle	P
Watt Tinlinn there did frankly raise	V2
The pledge to Arthur Fire the Braes	V2
And he as by his breeding bound	M2
To Howard's merry men sent it round	M2
To quit them on the English side	M2
Red Roland Forster loudly cried	M2
A deep carouse to yon fair bride	M2
At every pledge from vat and pail	P
Foam'd forth in floods the nut brown ale	P
While shout the riders every one	O2
Such day of mirth ne'er cheer'd their clan	O2
Since old Buccleuch the name did gain	O2
When in the cleuch the buck was ta'en	O2
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IX	V2
The wily page with vengeful thought	M2
Remember d him of Tinlinn's yew	W2
And swore it should be dearly bought	M2
That ever he the arrow drew	W2
First he the yeoman did molest	M2
With bitter gibe and taunting jest	M2
Told how he fled at Solway strife	G
And how Hob Armstrong cheer'd his wife	G
Then shunning still his powerful arm	X2
At unawares he wrought him harm	X2
From trencher stole his choicest cheer	B2
Dash'd from his lips his can of beer	B2
Then to his knee sly creeping on	O2
With bodkin pierced him to the bone	O2
The venom'd wound and festering joint	M2
Long after rued that bodkin's point	M2
The startled yeoman swore and spurn'd	M2
And board and flagons overturn'd	M2
Riot and clamor wild began	O2
Back to the hall the Urchin ran	O2
Took in a darkling nook his post	M2
And grinn'd and mutter'd Lost lost lost	M2
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X	V2
By this the Dame lest farther fray	Q
Should mar the concord of the day	Q
Had bid the Minstrels tune their lay	Q
And first stept forth old Albert Graeme	F
The Minstrel of that ancient name	F
Was none who struck the harp so well	P
Within the Land Debateable	P
Well friended too his hardy kin	O2
Whoever lost were sure to win	O2
They sought the beeves that made their broth	Y2
In Scotland and in England both	Z2
In homely guise as nature bade	M2
His simple song the Borderer said	M2
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XI	V2
Albert Graeme	F
It was an English ladye bright	M2
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
And she would marry a Scottish knight	M2
For Love will still be lord of all	P
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Blithely they saw the rising sun	O2
When he shone fair on Carlisle wall	P
But they were sad ere day was done	O2
Though Love was still the lord of all	P
	-
Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine	O2
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
Her brother gave but a flask of wine	O2
For ire that Love was lord of all	P
	-
For she had lands both meadow and lea	V2
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
And he swore her death ere he would see	V2
A Scottish knight the lord of all	P
	-
That wine she had not tasted well	P
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
When dead in her true love's arms she fell	P
For Love was still the lord of all	P
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XII	V2
He pierc'd her brother to the heart	M2
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
So perish all would true love part	M2
That Love may still be lord of all	P
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And then he took the cross divine	O2
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
And died for her sake in Palestine	O2
So Love was still the lord of all	P
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Now all ye lovers that faithful prove	G
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall	P
Pray for their souls who died for love	G
For Love shall still be lord of all	P
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XIII	V2
As ended Albert's simple lay	P
Arose a bard of loftier port	M2
For sonnet rhyme and roundelay	P
Renown'd in haughty Henry's court	M2
There rung thy harp unrivall'd long	A3
Fitztraver of the silver song	A3
The gentle Surrey lov'ed his lyre	B2
Who has not heard of Surrey's fame	F
His was the hero's soul of fire	B2
And his the bard's immortal name	F
And his was love exalted high	G
By all the glow of chivalry	V2
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XIV	G
They sought together climes afar	B2
And oft within some olive grove	G
When even came with twinkling star	B2
They sung of Surrey's absent love	G
His step the Italian peasant stay'd	M2
And deem'd that spirits from on high	G
Round where some hermit saint was laid	M2
Were breathing heavenly melody	V2
So sweet did harp and voice combine	O2
To praise the name of Geraldine	O2
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XV	G
Fitztraver O what tongue may say	P
The pangs thy faithful bosom knew	W2
When Surrey of the deathless lay	P
Ungrateful Tudor's sentence slew	W2
Regardless of the tyrant's frown	O2
His harp call'd wrath and vengeance down	O2
He left for Naworth's iron towers	V2
Windsor's green glades and courtly bowers	V2
And faithful to his patron's name	F
With Howard still Fitztraver came	F
Lord William's foremost favorite he	V2
And chief of all his minstrelsy	V2
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XVI	G
Fitztraver	B2
'Twas All soul's eve and Surrey's heart beat high	G
He heard the midnight bell with anxious start	M2
Which told the mystic hour approaching nigh	G
When wise Cornelius promis'd by his art	M2
To show to him the ladye of his heart	M2
Albeit betwixt them roar'd the ocean grim	B3
Yet so the sage had hight to play his part	M2
That he should see her form in life and limb	B3
And mark if still she lov'd	M2
And still she thought of him	B3
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XVII	G
Dark was the vaulted room of gramarye	W2
To which the wizard led the gallant Knight	M2
Save that before a mirror huge and high	G
A hallow'd taper shed a glimmering light	M2
On mystic implements of magic might	M2
On cross and character and talisman	O2
And almagest and altar nothing bright	M2
For fitful was the lustre pale and wan	O2
As watchlight by the bed	M2
Of some departing man	O2
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XVIII	G
But soon within that mirror huge and high	G
Was seen a self emitted light to gleam	P2
And forms upon its breast the Earl 'gan spy	G
Cloudy and indistinct as feverish dream	P2
Till slow arranging and defin'd they seem	P2
To form a lordly and a lofty room	C3
Part lighted by a lamp with silver beam	P2
Plac'd by a couch of Agra's silken loom	C3
And part by moonshine pale	P
And part was hid in gloom	C3
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XIX	V2
Fair all the pageant but how passing fair	B2
The slender form which lay on couch of Ind	M2
O'er her white bosom stray'd her hazel hair	B2
Pale her dear cheek as if for love she pin'd	M2
All in her night robe loose she lay reclin'd	M2
And pensive read from tablet eburnine	O2
Some strain that seem'd her inmost soul to find	M2
That favor'd strain was Surrey's raptur'd line	O2
That fair and lovely form	D3
The Lady Geraldine	O2
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XX	V2
Slow roll'd the clouds upon the lovely form	D3
And swept the goodly vision all away	P
So royal envy roll'd the murky storm	D3
O'er my beloved Master's glorious day	P
Thou jealous ruthless tyrant Heaven repay	P
On thee and on thy children's latest line	O2
The wild caprice of thy despotic sway	P
The gory bridal bed the plunder'd shrine	O2
The murder'd Surrey's blood	M2
The tears of Geraldine	O2
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XXI	V2
Both Scots and Southern chiefs prolong	A3
Applauses of Fitztraver's song	A3
These hated Henry's name as death	S2
And those still held the ancient faith	E3
Then from his seat with lofty air	B2
Rose Harold bard of brave St Clair	B2
St Clair who feasting high at Home	F3
Had with that lord to battle come	G3
Harold was born where restless seas	V2
Howl round the storm swept Orcades	V2
Where erst St Clairs held princely sway	P
O'er isle and islet strait and bay	P
Still nods their palace to its fall	P
Thy pride and sorrow fair Kirkwall	P
Thence oft he mark'd fierce Pentland rave	G
As if grim Odin rode her wave	G
And watch'd the while with visage pale	P
And throbbing heart the struggling sail	P
For all of wonderful and wild	M2
Had rapture for the lonely child	M2
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XXII	V2
And much of wild and wonderful	P
In these rude isles might fancy cull	P
For thither came in times afar	B2
Stern Lochlin's sons of roving war	B2
The Norsemen train'd to spoil and blood	M2
Skill'd to prepare the raven's food	M2
Kings of the main their leaders brave	G
Their barks the dragons of the wave	G
And there in many a stormy vale	P
The Scald had told his wondrous tale	P
And many a Runic column high	G
Had witness'd grim idolatry	B2
And thus had Harold in his youth	H3
Learn'd many a Saga's rhyme uncouth	H3
Of that Sea Snake tremendous curl'd	M2
Whose monstrous circle girds the world	M2
Of those dread Maids whose hideous yell	P
Maddens the battle's bloody swell	P
Of Chief who guided through the gloom	C3
By the pale death lights of the tomb	C3
Ransack'd the graves of warriors old	M2
Their falchions wrench'd from corpses' hold	M2
Wak'd the deaf tomb with war's alarms	V2
And bade the dead arise to arms	V2
With war and wonder all on flame	F
To Roslin's bowers young Harold came	F
Where by sweet glen and greenwood tree	B2
He learn'd a milder minstrelsy	V2
Yet something of the Northern spell	P
Mix'd with the softer numbers well	P
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XXIII	V2
Harold	M2
O listen listen ladies gay	P
No haughty feat of arms I tell	P
Soft is the note and sad the lay	P
That mourns the lovely Rosabelle	P
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Moor moor the barge ye gallant crew	B2
And gentle ladye deign to stay	P
Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch	I3
Nor tempt the stormy firth to day	P
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The blackening wave is edg'd with white	M2
To inch and rock the sea mews fly	G
The fishers have heard the Water Sprite	M2
Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh	G
	-
Last night the gifted Seer did view	B2
A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay	P
Then stay thee Fair in Ravensheuch	I3
Why cross the gloomy firth today	P
	-
'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir	B2
To night at Roslin leads the ball	P
But that my ladye mother there	B2
Sits lonely in her castle hall	P
	-
'Tis not because the ring they ride	M2
And Lindesay at the ring rides well	P
But that my sire the wine will chide	M2
If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle	P
	-
O'er Roslin all that dreary night	M2
A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam	P2
'Twas broader than the watch fire's light	M2
And redder than the bright moonbeam	P2
	-
It glar'd on Roslin's castled rock	J3
It ruddied all the copse wood glen	O2
'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak	K3
And seen from cavern'd Hawthorn den	O2
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Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud	M2
Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie	G
Each Baron for a sable shroud	M2
Sheath'd in his iron panoply	B2
	-
Seem'd all on fire within around	M2
Deep sacristy and altar s pale	P
Shone every plllar foliage bound	M2
And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail	P
	-
Blaz'd battlement and pinnet high	G
Blaz'd every rose carved buttress fair	B2
So still they blaze when fate is nigh	G
The lordly line of high St Clair	B2
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There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold	M2
Lie buried within that proud chapelle	P
Each one the holy vault doth hold	M2
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle	P
	-
And each St Clair was buried there	B2
With candle with book and with knell	P
But the sea caves rung and the wild winds sung	I
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle	P
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XXIV	G
So sweet was Harold's piteous lay	P
Scarce mark'd the guests the darken'd hall	P
Though long before the sinking day	P
A wondrous shade involv'd them all	P
It was not eddying mist or fog	L3
Drain'd by the sun from fen or bog	L3
Of no eclipse had sages told	M2
And yet as it came on apace	V2
Each one could scarce his neighbour's face	V2
Could scarce his own stretch'd hand behold	M2
A secret horror check'd the feast	M2
And chill'd the soul of every guest	M2
Even the high Dame stood half aghast	M2
She knew some evil on the blast	M2
The elvish page fell to the ground	M2
And shuddering mutter'd Found found found	M2
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XXV	G
Then sudden through the darken'd air	B2
A flash of lightning came	F
So broad so bright so red the glare	B2
The castle seem'd on flame	F
Glanc'd every rafter of the hall	P
Glanc'd every shield upon the wall	P
Each trophied beam each sculptur'd stone	O2
Were instant seen and instant gone	O2
Full through the guests' bedazzled band	M2
Resistless flash'd the levin brand	M2
And fill'd the hall with smoldering smoke	K3
As on the elvish page it broke	K3
It broke with thunder long and loud	M2
Dismay'd the brave appall'd the proud	M2
From sea to sea the larum rung	I
On Berwick wall and at Carlisle withal	P
To arms the startled warders sprung	I
When ended was the dreadful roar	B2
The elvish dwarf was seen no more	B2
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XXVI	G
Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall	P
Some saw a sight not seen by all	P
That dreadful voice was heard by some	G3
Cry with loud summons Gylbin come	G3
And on the spot where burst the brand	M2
Just where the page had flung him down	O2
Some saw an arm and some a hand	M2
And some the waving of a gown	O2
The guests in silence pray'd and shook	M3
And terror dimm'd each lofty look	M3
But none of all the astonish'd train	O2
Was so dismay'd as Deloraine	O2
His blood did freeze his brain did burn	O2
'Twas fear'd his mind would ne'er return	O2
For he was speechless ghastly wan	O2
Like him of whom the story ran	O2
Who spoke the spectre hound in Man	O2
At length by fits he darkly told	M2
With broken hint and shuddering cold	M2
That he had seen right certainly	P
A shape with amice wrapp'd around	M2
With a wrought Spanish baldric bound	M2
Like pilgrim from beyond the sea	P
And knew but how it matter'd not	M2
It was the wizard Michael Scott	M2
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XXVII	G
The anxious crowd with horror pale	P
All trembling heard the wondrous tale	P
No sound was made no word was spoke	K3
Till noble Angus silence broke	K3
And he a solemn sacred plight	M2
Did to St Bride of Douglas make	R
That he a pilgrimage would take	R
To Melrose Abbey for the sake	R
Of Michael's restless sprite	M2
Then each to ease his troubled breast	M2
To some bless'd saint his prayers address'd	M2
Some to St Modan made their vows	V2
Some to St Mary of the Lowes	V2
Some to the Holy Rood of Lisle	P
Some to our Ladye of the Isle	P
Each did his patron witness make	R
That he such pilgrimage would take	R
And monks should sing and bells should toll	P
All for the weal of Michael's soul	P
While vows were ta'en and prayers were pray'd	M2
'Tis said the noble dame dismay'd	M2
Renounc'd for aye dark magic's aid	M2
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XXVIII	G
Nought of the bridal will I tell	P
Which after in short space befell	P
Nor how brave sons and daughters fair	B2
Bless'd Teviot's Flower and Cranstoun's heir	B2
After such dreadful scene 'twere vain	O2
To wake the note of mirth again	O2
More meet it were to mark the day	P
Of penitence and prayer divine	O2
When pilgrim chiefs in sad array	P
Sought Melrose' holy shrine	O2
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XXIX	V2
With naked foot and sackcloth vest	M2
And arms enfolded on his breast	M2
Did every pilgrim go	N3
The standers by might hear uneath	H3
Footstep or voice or high drawn breath	H3
Through all the lengthen'd row	N3
No lordly look nor martial stride	M2
Gone was their glory sunk their pride	M2
Forgotten their renown	O2
Silent and slow like ghosts they glide	M2
To the high altar's hallow'd side	M2
And there they knelt them down	O2
Above the suppliant chieftains wave	G
The banners of departed brave	G
Beneath the letter d stones were laid	M2
The ashes of their fathers dead	M2
From many a garnish'd niche around	M2
Stern saints and tortur'd martyrs frown'd	M2
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XXX	V2
And slow up the dim aisle afar	B2
With sable cowl and scapular	B2
And snow white stoles in order due	B2
The holy Fathers two and two	B2
In long procession came	F
Taper and host and book they bare	B2
And holy banner flourish'd fair	B2
With the Redeemer's name	F
Above the prostrate pilgrim band	M2
The mitred Abbot stretch'd his hand	M2
And bless'd them as they kneel'd	M2
With holy cross he sign'd them all	P
And pray'd they might be sage in hall	P
And fortunate in field	M2
Then mass was sung and prayers were said	M2
And solemn requiem for the dead	M2
And bells toll'd out their mighty peal	P
For the departed spirit's weal	P
And ever in the office close	V2
The hymn of intercession rose	V2
And far the echoing aisles prolong	A3
The awful burthen of the song	A3
Dies Ir Dies Illa	P
Solvet S clum in Favilla	P
While the pealing organ rung	I
Were it meet with sacred strain	O2
To close my lay so light and vain	O2
Thus the holy Fathers sung	I
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XXXI	V2
Hymn for the Dead	M2
That day of wrath that dreadful day	M2
When heaven and earth shall pass away	M2
What power shall be the sinner's stay	M2
How shall he meet that dreadful day	M2
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When shrivelling like a parched scroll	P
The flaming heavens together roll	P
When louder yet and yet more dread	M2
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead	M2
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Oh on that day that wrathful day	M2
When man to judgment wakes from clay	M2
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay	M2
Though heaven and earth shall pass away	M2
Hush'd is the harp the Minstrel gone	O2
And did he wander forth alone	O2
Alone in indigence and age	O3
To linger out his pilgrimage	P3
No close beneath proud Newark's tower	B2
Arose the Minstrel's lowly bower	B2
A simple hut but there was seen	O2
The little garden hedged with green	O2
The cheerful hearth and lattice clean	O2
There shelter'd wanderers by the blaze	V2
Oft heard the tale of other days	V2
For much he lov'd to ope his door	B2
And give the aid he begg'd before	B2
So pass'd the winter's day but still	P
When summer smil'd on sweet Bowhill	P
And July's eve with balmy breath	H3
Wav'd the blue bells on Newark heath	H3
When throstles sung in Harehead shaw	I3
And corn was green on Carterhaugh	V2
And flourish'd broad Blackandro's oak	K3
The aged Harper's soul awoke	K3
Then would he sing achievements high	G
And circumstance of chivalry	B2
Till the rapt traveller would stay	M2
Forgetful of the closing day	M2
And noble youths the strain to hear	B2
Forsook the hunting of the deer	B2
And Yarrow as he roll'd along	A3
Bore burden to the Minstrel's song	A3

Walter Scott (sir)

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