Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy's Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Famous man is Robin HoodA
The English ballad singer's joyB
And Scotland has a thief as goodA
An outlaw of as daring moodC
She has her brave ROB ROYB
Then clear the weeds from off his GraveD
And let us chant a passing staveD
In honour of that Hero braveD
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Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heartE
And wondrous length and strength of armF
Nor craved he more to quell his foesG
Or keep his friends from harmF
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Yet was Rob Roy as wise as braveD
Forgive me if the phrase be strongH
A Poet worthy of Rob RoyB
Must scorn a timid songH
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Say then that he was 'wise' as braveD
As wise in thought as bold in deedI
For in the principles of thingsJ
'He' sought his moral creedI
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Said generous Rob What need of booksK
Burn all the statutes and their shelvesL
They stir us up against our kindM
And worse against ourselvesL
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We have a passion make a lawN
Too false to guide us or controlO
And for the law itself we fightP
In bitterness of soulO
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And puzzled blinded thus we loseQ
Distinctions that are plain and fewR
These find I graven on my heartE
'That' tells me what to doR
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The creatures see of flood and fieldS
And those that travel on the windM
With them no strife can last they liveT
In peace and peace of mindM
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For why because the good old ruleU
Sufficeth them the simple planV
That they should take who have the powerW
And they should keep who canV
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A lesson that is quickly learnedX
A signal this which all can seeY
Thus nothing here provokes the strongH
To wanton crueltyY
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All freakishness of mind is checkedZ
He tamed who foolishly aspiresA2
While to the measure of his mightP
Each fashions his desiresA2
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All kinds and creatures stand and fallB2
By strength of prowess or of witC2
'Tis God's appointment who must swayD2
And who is to submitC2
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Since then the rule of right is plainE2
And longest life is but a dayD2
To have my ends maintain my rightsF2
I'll take the shortest wayD2
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And thus among these rocks he livedG2
Through summer heat and winter snowH2
The Eagle he was lord aboveI2
And Rob was lord belowH2
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So was it 'would' at least have beenJ2
But through untowardness of fateK2
For Polity was then too strongH
He came an age too lateK2
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Or shall we say an age too soonL2
For were the bold Man living 'now'L2
How might he flourish in his prideM2
With buds on every boughN2
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Then rents and factors rights of chaseO2
Sheriffs and lairds and their domainsP2
Would all have seemed but paltry thingsJ
Not worth a moment's painsP2
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Rob Roy had never lingered hereQ2
To these few meagre Vales confinedM
But thought how wide the world the timesR2
How fairly to his mindM
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And to his Sword he would have saidS2
Do Thou my sovereign will enactT2
From land to land through half the earthU2
Judge thou of law and factT2
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'Tis fit that we should do our partE
Becoming that mankind should learnL2
That we are not to be surpassedV2
In fatherly concernL2
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Of old things all are over oldW2
Of good things none are good enoughX2
We'll show that we can help to frameY2
A world of other stuffX2
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I too will have my kings that takeZ2
From me the sign of life and deathA3
Kingdoms shall shift about like cloudsB3
Obedient to my breathA3
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And if the word had been fulfilledC3
As 'might' have been then thought of joyB
France would have had her present BoastD3
And we our own Rob RoyB
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Oh say not so compare them notE3
I would not wrong thee Champion braveD
Would wrong thee nowhere least of allB2
Here standing by thy graveD
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For Thou although with some wild thoughtsF3
Wild Chieftain of a savage ClanL2
Hadst this to boast of thou didst loveI2
The 'liberty' of manL2
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And had it been thy lot to liveT
With us who now behold the lightP
Thou would'st have nobly stirred thyselfT
And battled for the RightP
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For thou wert still the poor man's stayD2
The poor man's heart the poor man's handG3
And all the oppressed who wanted strengthH3
Had thine at their commandG3
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Bear witness many a pensive sighT
Of thoughtful Herdsman when he straysI3
Alone upon Loch Veol's heightsF2
And by Loch Lomond's braesF2
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And far and near through vale and hillJ3
Are faces that attest the sameY2
The proud heart flashing through the eyesF2
At sound of ROB ROY'S nameY2

William Wordsworth



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