The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Fill the bright goblet spread the festive board	B
Summon the gay the noble and the fair	C
Through the loud hall in joyous concert pour'd	B
Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care	C
But ask thou not if Happiness be there	C
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe	C
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear	C
Lift not the festal mask enough to know	D
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe	D
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II	A
With beaker's clang with harpers' lay	E
With all that olden time deem'd gay	E
The Island Chieftain feasted high	A
But there was in his troubled eye	A
A gloomy fire and on his brow	C
Now sudden flush'd and faded now	C
Emotions such as draw their birth	F
From deeper source than festal mirth	F
By fits he paused and harper's strain	G
And jester's tale went round in vain	G
Or fell but on his idle ear	C
Like distant sounds which dreamers hear	C
Then would he rouse him and employ	H
Each art to aid the clamorous joy	H
And call for pledge and lay	E
And for brief space of all the crowd	I
As he was loudest of the loud	I
Seem gayest of the gay	E
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III	A
Yet nought amiss the bridal throng	J
Mark'd in brief mirth or musing long	J
The vacant brow the unlistening ear	C
They gave to thoughts of raptures near	C
And his fierce starts of sudden glee	K
Seem'd bursts of bridegroom's ecstasy	K
Nor thus alone misjudged the crowd	I
Since lofty Lorn suspicious proud	I
And jealous of his honour'd line	L
And that keen knight De Argentine	M
From England sent on errand high	A
The western league more firm to tie	A
Both deem'd in Ronald's mood to find	N
A lover's transport troubled mind	N
But one sad heart one tearful eye	A
Pierced deeper through the mystery	K
And watch'd with agony and fear	C
Her wayward bridegroom's varied cheer	C
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IV	A
She watch'd yet fear'd to meet his glance	O
And he shunn'd hers till when by chance	O
They met the point of foeman's lance	O
Had given a milder pang	P
Beneath the intolerable smart	Q
He writhed then sternly mann'd his heart	Q
To play his hard but destined part	Q
And from the table sprang	P
Fill me the mighty cup he said	R
Erst own'd by royal Somerled	R
Fill it till on the studded brim	S
In burning gold the bubbles swim	S
And every gem of varied shine	L
Glow doubly bright in rosy wine	L
To you brave Lord and brother mine	L
Of Lorn this pledge I drink	T
The Union of Our House with thine	L
By this fair bridal link	T
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V	A
Let it pass round quoth He of Lorn	L
And in good time that winded horn	L
Must of the Abbot tell	U
The laggard monk is come at last	R
Lord Ronald heard the bugle blast	R
And on the floor at random cast	R
The untasted goblet fell	U
But when the Warder in his ear	C
Tells other news his blither cheer	C
Returns like sun of May	E
When through a thunder cloud it beams	V
Lord of two hundred isles he seems	V
As glad of brief delay	E
As some poor criminal might feel	W
When from the gibbet or the wheel	W
Respited for a day	E
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VI	A
Brother of Lorn with hurried voice	X
He said and you fair lords rejoice	X
Here to augment our glee	A
Come wandering knights from travel far	C
Well proved they say in strife of war	C
And tempest on the sea	A
Ho give them at your board such place	Y
As best their presences may grace	Y
And bid them welcome free	A
With solemn step and silver wand	R
The Seneschal the presence scann'd	R
Of these strange guests and well he knew	L
How to assign their rank its due	L
For though the costly furs	Z
That erst had deck'd their caps were torn	L
And their gay robes were over worn	L
And soil'd their gilded spurs	Z
Yet such a high commanding grace	Y
Was in their mien and in their face	Y
As suited best the princely dais	A2
And royal canopy	A
And there he marshall'd them their place	Y
First of that company	A
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VII	A
Then lords and ladies spake aside	R
And angry looks the error chide	R
That gave to guests unnamed unknown	L
A place so near their prince's throne	L
But Owen Erraught said	R
For forty tears a seneschal	A
To marshal guests in bower and hall	A
Has been my honour'd trade	R
Worship and birth to me are known	L
By look by bearing and by tone	L
Not by furr'd robe or broider'd zone	L
And 'gainst an oaken bough	C
I'll gage my silver wand of state	R
That these three strangers oft have sate	R
In higher place than now	C
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VIII	A
I too the aged Ferrand said	R
Am qualified by minstrel trade	R
Of rank and place to tell	A
Mark'd ye the younger stranger's eye	A
My mates how quick how keen how high	A
How fierce its flashes fell	A
Glancing among the noble rout	R
As if to seek the noblest out	R
Because the owner might not brook	B2
On any save his peers to look	B2
And yet it moves me more	C
That steady calm majestic brow	C
With which the elder chief even now	C
Scann'd the gay presence o'er	C
Life being of superior kind	R
In whose high toned impartial mind	R
Degrees of mortal rank and state	R
Seem objects of indifferent weight	R
The lady too though closely tied	R
Her motions' veil both face and eye	A
Her motions' grace it could not hide	R
Nor could her form's fair symmetry	A
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IX	Y
Suspicious doubt and lordly scorn	L
Lour'd on the haughty front of Lorn	L
From underneath his brows of pride	R
The stranger guests her sternly eyed	R
And whisper'd closely what the ear	C
Of Argentine alone might hear	C
Then question'd high and brief	A
If in their voyage aught they knew	L
Of the rebellious Scottish crew	L
Who to Rath Erin's shelter drew	L
With Carrick's outlaw'd Chief	A
And if their winter's exile o'er	C
They harbour'd still by Ulster's shore	C
Or launch'd their galleys on the main	L
To vex their native land again	L
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X	Y
That younger stranger fierce and high	A
At once confronts the Chieftain's eye	A
With look of equal scorn	L
Of rebels have we nought to show	D
But if of royal Bruce thou'dst know	D
I warn thee he has sworn	L
Ere thrice three days shall come and go	D
His banner Scottish winds shall blow	D
Despite each mean or mighty foe	D
From England's every bill and bow	C
To Allaster of Lorn	L
Kindled the mountain Chieftain's ire	C
But Ronald quench'd the rising fire	C
Brother it better suits the time	C2
To chase the night with Ferrand's rhyme	C2
Than wake 'midst mirth and wine the jars	Y
That flow from these unhappy wars	Y
Content said Lorn and spoke apart	R
With Ferrand master of his art	R
Then whisper'd Argentine	L
The lay I named will carry smart	R
To these bold strangers' haughty heart	R
If right his guess of mine	L
He ceased and it was silence all	A
Until the minstrel waked the hall	A
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XI	Y
The Broach of Lorn	L
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Whence the broach of burning gold	R
That clasps the Chieftain's mantle fold	R
Wrought and chased with rare device	Y
Studded fair with gems of price	Y
On the varied tartans beaming	D2
As through night's pale rainbow gleaming	D2
Fainter now now seen afar	C
Fitful shines the northern star	C
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Gem ne'er wrought on Highland mountain	L
Did the fairy of the fountain	L
Or the mermaid of the wave	A
Frame thee in some coral cave	A
Did in Iceland's darksome mine	L
Dwarf's swart hands thy metal twine	L
Or mortal moulded comest thou here	C
From England's love or France's fear	C
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XII	Y
Song Continued	R
	-
No thy splendours nothing tell	A
Foreign art or faery spell	A
Moulded thou for monarch's use	Y
By the overweening Bruce	Y
When the royal robe he tied	R
O'er a heart of wrath and pride	R
Thence in triumph wert thou torn	L
By the victor hand of Lorn	L
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When the gem was won and lost	R
Widely was the war cry toss'd	R
Rung aloud Bendourish fell	A
Answer'd Douchart's sounding dell	A
Fled the deer from wild Teyndrum	C2
When the homicide o'ercome	C2
Hardly 'scaped with scathe and scorn	L
Left the pledge with conquering Lorn	L
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XIII	Y
Song Continued	R
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Vain was then the Douglas brand	R
Vain the Campbell's vaunted hand	R
Vain Kirkpatrick's bloody dirk	E2
Making sure of murder's work	E2
Barendown fled fast away	E
Fled the fiery De la Haye	E
When this broach triumphant borne	L
Beam'd upon the breast of Lorn	L
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Farthest fled its former Lord	R
Left his men to brand and cord	R
Bloody brand of Highland steel	A
English gibbet axe and wheel	A
Let him fly from coast to coast	R
Dogg'd by Comyn's vengeful ghost	R
While his spoils in triumph worn	L
Long shall grace victorious Lorn	L
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XIV	A
As glares the tiger on his foes	Y
Hemm'd in by hunters spears and bows	Y
And ere he bounds upon the ring	D2
Selects the object of his spring	D2
Now on the Bard now on his Lord	R
So Edward glared and grasp'd his sword	R
But stern his brother spoke Be still	A
What art thou yet so wild of will	A
After high deeds and sufferings long	J
To chafe thee for a menial's song	J
Well hast thou framed Old Man thy strains	Y
To praise the hand that pays thy pains	Y
Yet something might thy song have told	R
Of Lorn's three vassals true and bold	R
Who rent their Lord from Bruce's hold	R
As underneath his knee he lay	E
And died to save him in the fray	E
I've heard the Bruce's cloak and clasp	F2
Was clench'd within their dying grasp	F2
What time a hundred foemen more	C
Rush'd in and back the victor bore	C
Long after Lorn had left the strife	A
Full glad to 'scape with limb and life	A
Enough of this And Minstrel hold	R
As minstrel hire this chain of gold	R
For future lays a fair excuse	Y
To speak more nobly of the Bruce	Y
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XV	A
Now by Columba's shrine I swear	C
And every saint that's buried there	C
'Tis he himself Lorn sternly cries	Y
And for my kinsman's death he dies	Y
As loudly Ronald calls Forbear	C
Not in my sight wile brand I wear	C
O'ermatch'd by odds shall warrior fall	A
Or blood of stranger stain my hall	A
This ancient fortress of my race	Y
Shall be misfortune's resting place	Y
Shelter and shield of the distress'd	R
No slaughter house for shipwreck'd guest	R
Of odds or match when Comyn died	R
Three daggers clash'd within his side	R
Talk not to me of sheltering hall	A
The Church of God saw Comyn fall	A
On God's own altar stream'd his blood	R
While o'er my prostrate kinsman stood	R
The ruthless murderer e'en as now	L
With armed hand and scornful brow	L
Up all who love me blow on blow	D
And lay the outlaw'd felons low	D
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XVI	A
Then up sprang many a mainland Lord	R
Obedient to their Chieftain's word	R
Barcaldine's arm is high in air	C
And Kinloch Alline's blade is bare	C
Black Murthok's dirk has left its sheath	G2
And clench'd is Dermid's hand of death	H2
Their mutter'd threats of vengeance swell	A
Into a wild and warlike yell	A
Onward they press with weapons high	A
The affrighted females shriek and fly	A
And Scotland then thy brightest ray	C
Had darken'd ere its noon of day	C
But every chief of birth and fame	C2
That from the Isles of Ocean came	C2
At Ronald's side that hour withstood	R
Fierce Lorn's relentless thirst for blood	R
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XVII	A
Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high	A
Lord of the misty hills of Skye	E
Mac Niel wild Bara's ancient thane	L
Duart of bold Clan Gillian's strain	L
Fergus of Canna's castled bay	C
Mac Duffith Lord of Colonsay	Y
Soon as they saw the broadswords glance	Y
With ready weapons rose at once	Y
More prompt that many an ancient feud	R
Full oft suppress'd full oft renew'd	R
Glow'd 'twixt the chieftains of Argyle	A
And many a lord of ocean's isle	A
Wild was the scene each sword was bare	C
Back stream'd each chieftain's shaggy hair	C
In gloomy opposition set	R
Eyes hands and brandish'd weapons met	R
Blue gleaming o'er the social board	R
Flash'd to the torches many a sword	R
And soon those bridal lights may shine	L
On purple blood for rosy wine	L
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XVIII	A
While thus for blows and death prepared	R
Each heart was up and weapon bared	R
Each foot advanced a surly pause	Y
Still reverenced hospitable laws	Y
All menaced violence but alike	I2
Reluctant each the first to strike	I2
For aye accursed in minstrel line	L
Is he who brawls 'mid song and wine	L
And match'd in numbers and in might	R
Doubtful and desperate seem'd the fight	R
Thus threat and murmur died away	C
Till on the crowded hall there lay	C
Such silence as the deadly still	A
Ere bursts the thunder on the hill	A
With blade advanced each Chieftain bold	R
Show'd like the Sworder's form of old	R
As wanting still the torch of life	A
To wake the marble into strife	A
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XIX	Y
That awful pause the stranger maid	R
And Edith seized to pray for aid	R
As to De Argentine she clung	J2
Away her veil the stranger flung	J2
And lovely 'mid her wild despair	C
Fast stream'd her eyes wide flow'd her hair	C
O thou of knighthood once the flower	C
Sure refuge in distressful hour	C
Thou who in Judah well hast fought	R
For our dear faith and oft hast sought	R
Renown in knightly exercise	Y
When this poor hand has dealt the prize	Y
Say can thy soul of honour brook	B2
On the unequal strife to look	B2
When butcher'd thus in peaceful hall	A
Those once thy friends my brethren fall	A
To Argentine she turn'd her word	R
But her eye sought the Island Lord	R
A flush like evening's setting flame	C2
Glow'd on his cheek his hardy frame	C2
As with a brief convulsion shook	B2
With hurried voice and eager look	B2
Fear not he said my Isabel	A
What said I Edith all is well	A
Nay fear not I will well provide	R
The safety of my lovely bride	R
My bride but there the accents clung	J2
In tremor to his faltering tongue	J2
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XX	Y
Now rose De Argentine to claim	C2
The prisoners in his sovereign's name	C2
To England's crown who vassals sworn	L
'Gainst their liege lord had weapon borne	L
Such speech I ween was but to hide	R
His care their safety to provide	R
For knight more true in thought and deed	R
Than Argentine ne'er spurr'd a steed	R
And Ronald who his meaning guess'd	R
Seem'd half to sanction the request	R
This purpose fiery Torquil broke	K2
Somewhat we've heard of England's yoke	K2
He said and in our islands Fame	C2
Hath whisper'd of a lawful claim	C2
That calls the Bruce fair Scotland's Lord	R
Though dispossess'd by foreign sword	R
This craves reflection but though right	R
And just the charge of England's Knight	R
Let England's crown her rebels seize	Y
Where she has power in towers like these	Y
'Midst Scottish Chieftains summon'd here	C
To bridal mirth and bridal cheer	C
Be sure with no consent of mine	L
Shall either Lorn or Argentine	L
With chains or violence in our sight	R
Oppress a brave and banish'd Knight	R
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XXI	Y
Then waked the wild debate again	L
With brawling threat and clamour vain	L
Vassals and menials thronging in	L
Lent their brute rage to swell the din	L
When far and wide a bugle clang	P
From the dark ocean upward rang	P
The Abbot comes they cry at once	Y
The holy man whose favour'd glance	Y
Hath sainted visions known	L
Angels have met him on the way	C
Beside the blessed martyr's bay	C
And by Columba's stone	L
His monks have heard their hymnings high	A
Sound from the summit of Dun Y	A
To cheer his penance lone	L
When at each cross on girth and wold	R
Their number thrice a hundred fold	R
His prayer he made his beads he told	R
With Aves many a one	L
He comes man from sainted isle	A
We will his holy doom abide	R
The Abbot shall our strife decide	R
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XXII	Y
Scarcely this fair accord was o'er	C
When through the wide revolving door	C
The black stol'd brethren wind	R
Twelve sandall'd monks who relics bore	C
With many a torch bearer before	C
And many a cross behind	R
Then sunk each fierce uplifted hand	R
And dagger bright and flashing brand	R
Dropp'd swiftly at the sight	R
They vanish'd from the Churchman's eye	A
As shooting stars that glance and die	A
Dart from the vault of night	R
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XXIII	Y
The Abbot on the threshold stood	R
And in his hand the holy rood	R
Back on his shoulders flow'd his hood	R
The torch's glaring ray	C
Show'd in its red and flashing light	R
His wither'd cheek and amice white	R
His blue eye glistening cold and bright	R
His tresses scant and grey	C
Fair Lords he said Our Lady's love	A
And peace be with you from above	A
And Benedicite	R
But what means this no peace is here	C
Do dirks unsheathed suit bridal cheer	C
Or are these naked brands	Y
A seemly show for Churchman's sight	R
When he comes summon'd to unite	R
Betrothed hearts and hands	Y
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XXIV	A
Then cloaking hate with fiery zeal	A
Proud Lorn first answer'd the appeal	A
Thou comest O holy Man	L
True sons of blessed church to greet	R
But little deeming here to meet	R
A wretch beneath the ban	L
Of Pope and Church for murder done	L
Even on the sacred altar stone	L
Well may'st thou wonder we should know	D
Such miscreant here nor lay him low	D
Or dream of greeting peace or truce	Y
With excommunicated Bruce	Y
Yet well I grant to end debate	R
Thy sainted voice decide his fate	R
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XXV	A
Then Ronald pled the stranger's cause	Y
And knighthood's oath and honour's laws	Y
And Isabel on bended knee	L
Brought pray'rs and tears to back the plea	L
And Edith lent her generous aid	R
And wept and Lorn for mercy pray'd	R
Hence he exclaim'd degenerate maid	R
Was't not enough to Ronald's bower	C
I brought thee like a paramour	C
Or bond maid at her master's gate	R
His careless cold approach to wait	R
But the bold Lord of Cumberland	R
The gallant Clifford seeks thy hand	R
His it shall be Nay no reply	A
Hence till those rebel eyes be dry	A
With grief the Abbot heard and saw	Y
Yet nought relax'd his brow of awe	L2
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XXVI	A
Then Argentine in England's name	C2
So highly urged his sovereign's claim	C2
He wak'd a spark that long suppress'd	R
Had smoulder'd in Lord Ronald's breast	R
And now as from the flint of fire	C
Flash'd forth at once his generous ire	C
Enough of noble blood he said	R
By English Edward had been shed	R
Since matchless Wallace first had been	L
In mock'ry crown'd with wreaths of green	L
And done to death by felon hand	R
For guarding well his father's land	R
Where's Nigel Bruce and De la Haye	C
And valiant Seton where are they	C
Where Somerville the kind and free	C
And Fraser flower of chivalry	C
Have they not been on gibbet bound	R
Their quarters flung to hawk and hound	R
And hold we here a cold debate	R
To yield more victims to their fate	R
What can the English Leopard's mood	R
Never be gorged with northern blood	R
Was not the life of Athole shed	R
To soothe the tyrant's sicken'd bed	R
And must his word till dying day	C
Be nought but quarter hang and slay	C
Thou frown'st De Argentine My gage	M2
Is prompt to prove the strife I wage	M2
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XXVII	A
Nor deem said stout Dunvegan's knight	R
That thou shalt brave alone the fight	R
By saints of isle and mainland both	N2
By Woden wild my grandsire's oath	N2
Let Rome and England do their worst	R
Howe'er attainted or accurs'd	R
If Bruce shall e'er find friends again	L
Once more to brave a battle plain	L
If Douglas couch again his lance	Y
Or Randolph dare another chance	Y
Old Torquil will not be to lack	O2
With twice a thousand at his back	O2
Nay chafe not at my bearing bold	R
Good Abbot for thou know'st of old	R
Torquil's rude thought and stubborn will	A
Smack of the wild Norwegian still	A
Nor will I barter Freedom's cause	Y
For England's wealth or Rome's applause	Y
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XXVIII	A
The Abbot seem'd with eye severe	C
The hardy Chieftain's speech to hear	C
Then on King Robert turn'd the Monk	P2
But twice his courage came and sunk	P2
Confronted with the hero's look	B2
Twice fell his eye his accents shook	B2
At length resolved in tone and brow	C
Sternly he question'd him And thou	C
Unhappy what hast thou to plead	R
Why I denounce not on thy deed	R
That awful doom which canons tell	A
Shuts paradise and opens hell	A
Anathema of power so dread	R
It blends the living with the dead	R
Bids each good angel soar away	C
And every ill one claim his prey	C
Expels thee from the church's care	C
And deafens Heaven against thy prayer	C
Arms every hand against thy life	A
Bans all who aid thee in the strife	A
Nay each whose succour cold and scant	R
With meanest alms relieves thy want	R
Haunts thee while living and when dead	R
Dwells on thy yet devoted head	R
Rends Honour's scutcheon from thy hearse	Y
Stills o'er thy bier the holy verse	Y
And spurns thy corpse from hallow'd ground	R
Flung like vile carrion to the hound	R
Such is the dire and desperate doom	C2
For sacrilege decreed by Rome	C2
And such the well deserved meed	R
Of thine unhallow'd ruthless deed	R
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XXIX	Y
Abbot the Bruce replied thy charge	Q2
It boots not to dispute at large	Q2
This much howe'er I bid thee know	D
No selfish vengeance dealt the blow	D
For Comyn died his country's foe	D
Nor blame I friends whose ill timed speed	R
Fulfill'd my soon repented deed	R
Nor censer those from whose stern tongue	J2
The dire anathema has rung	J2
I only blame mine own wild ire	C
By Scotland's wrongs incensed to fire	C
Heaven knows my purpose to atone	L
Far as I may the evil done	L
And hears a penitent's appeal	A
From papal curse and prelate's zeal	A
My first and dearest task achieved	R
Fair Scotland from her thrall relieved	R
Shall many a priest in cope and stole	A
Say requiem for Red Comyn's soul	A
While I the blessed cross advance	Y
And expiate this unhappy chance	Y
In Palestine with sword and lance	Y
But while content the Church should know	D
My conscience owns the debt I owe	D
Unto De Argentine and Lorn	D
The name of traitor I return	D
Bid them defiance stern and high	A
And give them in their throats the lie	A
These brief words spoke I speak no more	C
Do what thou wilt my shrift is o'er	C
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XXX	Y
Like man by prodigy amazed	R
Upon the King the Abbot gazed	R
Then o'er his pallid features glance	Y
Convulsions of ecstatic trance	Y
His breathing came more thick and fast	R
And from his pale blue eyes were cast	R
Strange rays of wild and wandering light	R
Uprise his locks of silver white	R
Flush'd in his brow through every vein	D
In azure tide the currents strain	D
And undistinguished accents broke	K2
The awful silence ere he spoke	K2
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XXXI	Y
De Bruce I rose with purpose dread	R
To speak my curse upon thy head	R
And give thee as an outcast o'er	C
To him who burns to shed thy gore	C
But like the Midianite of old	R
Who stood on Zophim Heaven controll'd	R
I feel within mine aged breast	R
A power that will not be repress'd	R
It prompts my voice it swells my veins	Y
It burns it maddens it constrains	Y
De Bruce thy sacrilegious blow	D
Hath at God's altar slain thy foe	D
O'ermaster'd yet by high behest	R
I bless thee and thou shalt be bless'd	R
He spoke and o'er the astonish'd throng	J
Was silence awful deep and long	J
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XXXII	Y
Again that light has fired his eye	A
Again his form swells bold and high	A
The broken voice of age is gone	D
'Tis vigorous manhood's lofty tone	D
Thrice vanquish'd on the battle plain	D
Thy followers slaughter'd fled or ta'en	D
A hunted wanderer on the wild	R
On foreign shores a man exiled	R
Disown'd deserted and distress'd	R
I bless thee and thou shalt be bless'd	R
Bless'd in the hall and in the field	R
Under the mantle as the shield	R
Avenger of thy country's shame	C2
Restorer of her injured fame	C2
Bless'd in thy sceptre and thy sword	R
De Bruce fair Scotland's rightful Lord	R
Bless'd in thy deeds and in thy fame	C2
What lengthen'd honours wait thy name	C2
In distant ages sire to son	D
Shall tell thy tale of freedom won	D
And teach his infants in the use	Y
Of earliest speech to falter Bruce	Y
Go then triumphant sweep along	J
Thy course the theme of many a song	J
The Power whose dictates swell my breast	R
Hath bless'd thee and thou shalt be bless'd	R
Enough my short lived strength decays	Y
And sinks the momentary blaze	Y
Heaven hath our destined purpose broke	K2
Not here must nuptial vow he spoke	K2
Brethren our errand here is o'er	C
Our task discharged Unmoor unmoor	C
His priests received the exhausted Monk	P2
As breathless in their arms he sunk	P2
Punctual his orders to obey	C
The train refused all longer stay	C
Embark'd raised sail and bore away	C

Walter Scott (sir)

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