Charles Edward At Versailles Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFBGHABADIAIAJAJ KALABMNOPQNQAARANSPS DNANATRTUVAVNWAWRXYX AAZARVKA2YNANDZBZDB2 DB2NVRVDAAANNDNBC2DC 2BBNBRBABABDBAD2AB2B CBCAE2F2E2BSG2SAANAB RH2RI2DH2DRH2NH2H2VN A2H2AAAJ2BDBRSRSH2A2 NA2DNH2NH2AAAAVAVBAZ ABH2N DH2AH2RK2ZK2ZABABADA H2AN BH2BH2RH2BH2AWH2WDDB DNH2DH2DDBDH2ABANDRD DDDDDL2BL2I2DDDON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODEN | A |
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Take away that star and garter | B |
Hide them from my aching sight | C |
Neither king nor prince shall tempt me | D |
From my lonely room this night | C |
Fitting for the throneless exile | E |
Is the atmosphere of pall | F |
And the gusty winds that shiver | B |
'Neath the tapestry on the wall | G |
When the taper faintly dwindles | H |
Like the pulse within the vein | A |
That to gay and merry measure | B |
Ne'er may hope to bound again | A |
Let the shadows gather round me | D |
While I sit in silence here | I |
Broken hearted as an orphan | A |
Watching by his father's bier | I |
Let me hold my still communion | A |
Far from every earthly sound | J |
Day of penance day of passion | A |
Ever as the year comes round | J |
Fatal day whereon the latest | K |
Die was cast for me and mine | A |
Cruel day that quelled the fortunes | L |
Of the hapless Stuart line | A |
Phantom like as in a mirror | B |
Rise the griesly scenes of death | M |
There before me in its wildness | N |
Stretches bare Culloden's heath | O |
There the broken clans are scattered | P |
Gaunt as wolves and famine eyed | Q |
Hunger gnawing at their vitals | N |
Hope abandoned all but pride | Q |
Pride and that supreme devotion | A |
Which the Southron never knew | A |
And the hatred deeply rankling | R |
'Gainst the Hanoverian crew | A |
Oh my God are these the remnants | N |
These the wrecks of the array | S |
That around the royal standard | P |
Gathered on the glorious day | S |
When in deep Glenfinnan's valley | D |
Thousands on their bended knees | N |
Saw once more that stately ensign | A |
Waving in the northern breeze | N |
When the noble Tullibardine | A |
Stood beneath its weltering fold | T |
With the Ruddy Lion ramping | R |
In the field of tressured gold | T |
When the mighty heart of Scotland | U |
All too big to slumber more | V |
Burst in wrath and exultation | A |
Like a huge volcano's roar | V |
There they stand the battered columns | N |
Underneath the murky sky | W |
In the hush of desperation | A |
Not to conquer but to die | W |
Hark the bagpipe's fitful wailing | R |
Not the pibroch loud and shrill | X |
That with hope of bloody banquet | Y |
Lured the ravens from the hill | X |
But a dirge both low and solemn | A |
Fit for ears of dying men | A |
Marshalled for their latest battle | Z |
Never more to fight again | A |
Madness madness Why this shrinking | R |
Were we less inured to war | V |
When our reapers swept the harvest | K |
From the field of red Dunbar | A2 |
Bring my horse and blow the trumpet | Y |
Call the riders of Fitz James | N |
Let Lord Lewis head the column | A |
Valiant chiefs of mighty names | N |
Trusty Keppoch stout Glengarry | D |
Gallant Gordon wise Locheill | Z |
Bid the clansmen hold together | B |
Fast and fell and firm as steel | Z |
Elcho never look so gloomy | D |
What avails a saddened brow | B2 |
Heart man heart we need it sorely | D |
Never half so much as now | B2 |
Had we but a thousand troopers | N |
Had we but a thousand more | V |
Noble Perth I hear them coming | R |
Hark the English cannons' roar | V |
God how awful sounds that volley | D |
Bellowing through the mist and rain | A |
Was not that the Highland slogan | A |
Let me hear that shout again | A |
Oh for prophet eyes to witness | N |
How the desperate battle goes | N |
Cumberland I would not fear thee | D |
Could my Camerons see their foes | N |
Sound I say the charge at venture | B |
'Tis not naked steel we fear | C2 |
Better perish in the m l e | D |
Than be shot like driven deer | C2 |
Hold the mist begins to scatter | B |
There in front 'tis rent asunder | B |
And the cloudy bastion crumbles | N |
Underneath the deafening thunder | B |
There I see the scarlet gleaming | R |
Now Macdonald now or never | B |
Woe is me the clans are broken | A |
Father thou art lost for ever | B |
Chief and vassal lord and yeoman | A |
There they lie in heaps together | B |
Smitten by the deadly volley | D |
Rolled in blood upon the heather | B |
And the Hanoverian horsemen | A |
Fiercely riding to and fro | D2 |
Deal their murderous strokes at random | A |
Ah my God where am I now | B2 |
Will that baleful vision never | B |
Vanish from my aching sight | C |
Must those scenes and sounds of terror | B |
Haunt me still by day and night | C |
Yea the earth hath no oblivion | A |
For the noblest chance it gave | E2 |
None save in its latest refuge | F2 |
Seek it only in the grave | E2 |
Love may die and hatred slumber | B |
And their memory will decay | S |
As the watered garden recks not | G2 |
Of the drought of yesterday | S |
But the dream of power once broken | A |
What shall give repose again | A |
What shall charm the serpent furies | N |
Coiled around the maddening brain | A |
What kind draught can nature offer | B |
Strong enough to lull their sting | R |
Better to be born a peasant | H2 |
Than to live an exiled king | R |
Oh these years of bitter anguish | I2 |
What is life to such as me | D |
With my very heart as palsied | H2 |
As a wasted cripple's knee | D |
Suppliant like for alms depending | R |
On a false and foreign court | H2 |
Jostled by the flouting nobles | N |
Half their pity half their sport | H2 |
Forced to hold a place in pageant | H2 |
Like a royal prize of war | V |
Walking with dejected features | N |
Close behind his victor's car | A2 |
Styled an equal deemed a servant | H2 |
Fed with hopes of future gain | A |
Worse by far is fancied freedom | A |
Than the captive's clanking chain | A |
Could I change this gilded bondage | J2 |
Even for the dusky tower | B |
Whence King James beheld his lady | D |
Sitting in the castle bower | B |
Birds around her sweetly singing | R |
Fluttering on the kindling spray | S |
And the comely garden glowing | R |
In the light of rosy May | S |
Love descended to the window | H2 |
Love removed the bolt and bar | A2 |
Love was warder to the lovers | N |
From the dawn to even star | A2 |
Wherefore Love didst thou betray me | D |
Where is now the tender glance | N |
Where the meaning looks once lavished | H2 |
By the dark eyed Maid of France | N |
Where the words of hope she whispered | H2 |
When around my neck she threw | A |
That same scarf of broidered tissue | A |
Bade me wear it and be true | A |
Bade me send it as a token | A |
When my banner waved once more | V |
On the castled Keep of London | A |
Where my fathers' waved before | V |
And I went and did not conquer | B |
But I brought it back again | A |
Brought it back from storm and battle | Z |
Brought it back without a stain | A |
And once more I knelt before her | B |
And I laid it at her feet | H2 |
Saying 'Wilt thou own it Princess | N |
There at least is no defeat ' | - |
Scornfully she looked upon me | D |
With a measured eye and cold | H2 |
Scornfully she viewed the token | A |
Though her fingers wrought the gold | H2 |
And she answered faintly flushing | R |
'Hast thou kept it then so long | K2 |
Worthy matter for a minstrel | Z |
To be told in knightly song | K2 |
Worthy of a bold Proven al | Z |
Pacing through the peaceful plain | A |
Singing of his lady's favour | B |
Boasting of her silken chain | A |
Yet scarce worthy of a warrior | B |
Sent to wrestle for a crown | A |
Is this all that thou hast brought me | D |
From thy fields of high renown | A |
Is this all the trophy carried | H2 |
From the lands where thou hast been | A |
It was broidered by a Princess | N |
Canst thou give it to a Queen ' | - |
Woman's love is writ in water | B |
Woman's faith is traced in sand | H2 |
Backwards backwards let me wander | B |
To the noble northern land | H2 |
Let me feel the breezes blowing | R |
Fresh along the mountain side | H2 |
Let me see the purple heather | B |
Let me hear the thundering tide | H2 |
Be it hoarse as Corrievreckan | A |
Spouting when the storm is high | W |
Give me but one hour of Scotland | H2 |
Let me see it ere I die | W |
Oh my heart is sick and heavy | D |
Southern gales are not for me | D |
Though the glens are white with winter | B |
Place me there and set me free | D |
Give me back my trusty comrades | N |
Give me back my Highland maid | H2 |
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly | D |
As beneath the tartan plaid | H2 |
Flora when thou wert beside me | D |
In the wilds of far Kintail | D |
When the cavern gave us shelter | B |
From the blinding sleet and hail | D |
When we lurked within the thicket | H2 |
And beneath the waning moon | A |
Saw the sentry's bayonet glimmer | B |
Heard him chant his listless tune | A |
When the howling storm o'ertook us | N |
Drifting down the island's lee | D |
And our crazy bark was whirling | R |
Like a nutshell on the sea | D |
When the nights were dark and dreary | D |
And amidst the fern we lay | D |
Faint and foodless sore with travel | D |
Waiting for the streaks of day | D |
When thou wert an angel to me | D |
Watching my exhausted sleep | L2 |
Never didst thou hear me murmur | B |
Couldst thou see how now I weep | L2 |
Bitter tears and sobs of anguish | I2 |
Unavailing though they be | D |
Oh the brave the brave and noble | D |
That have died in vain for me | D |
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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