The Widow Of Glencoe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEDFGHGIJFJKLAL MNON APAPQRRRRRSRTRURTJSP QVPVETWTTJPJXTTTYZSZ A2B2C2A2QTTTD2TD2TRR E2RPD2PD2TF2D2F2PD2P D2D2TRTE2G2RG2A2A2KR D2A2A2D2RD2TF2PF2A2G 2D2G2TD2TD2D2H2A2A2D 2E2A2E2A2TI2TTTPTA2A 2A2A2A2A2TA2| Do not lift him from the bracken | A |
| Leave him lying where he fell | B |
| Better bier ye cannot fashion | A |
| None beseems him half so well | B |
| As the bare and broken heather | C |
| And the hard and trampled sod | D |
| Whence his angry soul ascended | E |
| To the judgment seat of God | D |
| Winding sheet we cannot give him | F |
| Seek no mantle for the dead | G |
| Save the cold and spotless covering | H |
| Showered from heaven upon his head | G |
| Leave his broadsword as we found it | I |
| Bent and broken with the blow | J |
| That before he died avenged him | F |
| On the foremost of the foe | J |
| Leave the blood upon his bosom | K |
| Wash not off that sacred stain | L |
| Let it stiffen on the tartan | A |
| Let his wounds unclosed remain | L |
| Till the day when he shall show them | M |
| At the throne of God on high | N |
| When the murderer and the murdered | O |
| Meet before their Judge's eye | N |
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| Nay ye should not weep my children | A |
| Leave it to the faint and weak | P |
| Sobs are but a woman's weapon | A |
| Tears befit a maiden's cheek | P |
| Weep not children of Macdonald | Q |
| Weep not thou his orphan heir | R |
| Not in shame but stainless honour | R |
| Lies thy slaughtered father there | R |
| Weep not but when years are over | R |
| And thine arm is strong and sure | R |
| And thy foot is swift and steady | S |
| On the mountain and the muir | R |
| Let thy heart be hard as iron | T |
| And thy wrath as fierce as fire | R |
| Till the hour when vengeance cometh | U |
| For the race that slew thy sire | R |
| Till in deep and dark Glenlyon | T |
| Rise a louder shriek of woe | J |
| Than at midnight from their eyrie | S |
| Scared the eagles of Glencoe | P |
| Louder than the screams that mingled | Q |
| With the howling of the blast | V |
| When the murderer's steel was clashing | P |
| And the fires were rising fast | V |
| When thy noble father bounded | E |
| To the rescue of his men | T |
| And the slogan of our kindred | W |
| Pealed throughout the startled glen | T |
| When the herd of frantic women | T |
| Stumbled through the midnight snow | J |
| With their fathers' houses blazing | P |
| And their dearest dead below | J |
| Oh the horror of the tempest | X |
| As the flashing drift was blown | T |
| Crimsoned with the conflagration | T |
| And the roofs went thundering down | T |
| Oh the prayers the prayers and curses | Y |
| That together winged their flight | Z |
| From the maddened hearts of many | S |
| Through that long and woeful night | Z |
| Till the fires began to dwindle | A2 |
| And the shots grew faint and few | B2 |
| And we heard the foeman's challenge | C2 |
| Only in a far halloo | A2 |
| Till the silence once more settled | Q |
| O'er the gorges of the glen | T |
| Broken only by the Cona | T |
| Plunging through its naked den | T |
| Slowly from the mountain summit | D2 |
| Was the drifting veil withdrawn | T |
| And the ghastly valley glimmered | D2 |
| In the gray December dawn | T |
| Better had the morning never | R |
| Dawned upon our dark despair | R |
| Black amidst the common whiteness | E2 |
| Rose the spectral ruins there | R |
| But the sight of these was nothing | P |
| More than wrings the wild dove's breast | D2 |
| When she searches for her offspring | P |
| Round the relics of her nest | D2 |
| For in many a spot the tartan | T |
| Peered above the wintry heap | F2 |
| Marking where a dead Macdonald | D2 |
| Lay within his frozen sleep | F2 |
| Tremblingly we scooped the covering | P |
| From each kindred victim's head | D2 |
| And the living lips were burning | P |
| On the cold ones of the dead | D2 |
| And I left them with their dearest | D2 |
| Dearest charge had everyone | T |
| Left the maiden with her lover | R |
| Left the mother with her son | T |
| I alone of all was mateless | E2 |
| Far more wretched I than they | G2 |
| For the snow would not discover | R |
| Where my lord and husband lay | G2 |
| But I wandered up the valley | A2 |
| Till I found him lying low | A2 |
| With the gash upon his bosom | K |
| And the frown upon his brow | R |
| Till I found him lying murdered | D2 |
| Where he wooed me long ago | A2 |
| Woman's weakness shall not shame me | A2 |
| Why should I have tears to shed | D2 |
| Could I rain them down like water | R |
| O my hero on thy head | D2 |
| Could the cry of lamentation | T |
| Wake thee from thy silent sleep | F2 |
| Could it set thy heart a throbbing | P |
| It were mine to wail and weep | F2 |
| But I will not waste my sorrow | A2 |
| Lest the Campbell women say | G2 |
| That the daughters of Clanranald | D2 |
| Are as weak and frail as they | G2 |
| I had wept thee hadst thou fallen | T |
| Like our fathers on thy shield | D2 |
| When a host of English foemen | T |
| Camped upon a Scottish field | D2 |
| I had mourned thee hadst thou perished | D2 |
| With the foremost of his name | H2 |
| When the valiant and the noble | A2 |
| Died around the dauntless Gr me | A2 |
| But I will not wrong thee husband | D2 |
| With my unavailing cries | E2 |
| Whilst thy cold and mangled body | A2 |
| Stricken by the traitor lies | E2 |
| Whilst he counts the gold and glory | A2 |
| That this hideous night has won | T |
| And his heart is big with triumph | I2 |
| At the murder he has done | T |
| Other eyes than mine shall glisten | T |
| Other hearts be rent in twain | T |
| Ere the heathbells on thy hillock | P |
| Wither in the autumn rain | T |
| Then I'll seek thee where thou sleepest | A2 |
| And I'll veil my weary head | A2 |
| Praying for a place beside thee | A2 |
| Dearer than my bridal bed | A2 |
| And I'll give thee tears my husband | A2 |
| If the tears remain to me | A2 |
| When the widows of the foemen | T |
| Cry the coronach for thee | A2 |
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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