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High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate	A
And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song	B
The words of ancient time I thus translate	A
A festal strain that hath been silent long	B
From town to town from tower to tower	C
The red rose is a gladsome flower	C
Her thirty years of winter past	D
The red rose is revived at last	D
She lifts her head for endless spring	E
For everlasting blossoming	E
Both roses flourish red and white	F
In love and sisterly delight	F
The two that were at strife are blended	G
And all old troubles now are ended	G
Joy joy to both but most to her	C
Who is the flower of Lancaster	C
Behold her how She smiles to day	H
On this great throng this bright array	H
Fair greeting doth she send to all	I
From every corner of the hall	I
But chiefly from above the board	J
Where sits in state our rightful Lord	J
A Clifford to his own restored	J
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They came with banner spear and shield	K
And it was proved in Bosworth field	K
Not long the Avenger was withstood	L
Earth helped him with the cry of blood	G
St George was for us and the might	F
Of blessed Angels crowned the right	F
Loud voice the Land has uttered forth	M
We loudest in the faithful north	M
Our fields rejoice our mountains ring	E
Our streams proclaim a welcoming	E
Our strong abodes and castles see	N
The glory of their loyalty	N
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How glad is Skipton at this hour	C
Though lonely a deserted Tower	C
Knight squire and yeoman page and groom	O
We have them at the feast of Brough'm	P
How glad Pendragon though the sleep	Q
Of years be on her She shall reap	Q
A taste of this great pleasure viewing	E
As in a dream her own renewing	E
Rejoiced is Brough right glad I deem	R
Beside her little humble stream	R
And she that keepeth watch and ward	J
Her statelier Eden's course to guard	S
They both are happy at this hour	C
Though each is but a lonely Tower	C
But here is perfect joy and pride	T
For one fair House by Emont's side	T
This day distinguished without peer	U
To see her Master and to cheer	U
Him and his Lady mother dear	U
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Oh it was a time forlorn	V
When the fatherless was born	V
Give her wings that she may fly	W
Or she sees her infant die	W
Swords that are with slaughter wild	X
Hunt the Mother and the Child	X
Who will take them from the light	F
Yonder is a man in sight	F
Yonder is a house but where	Y
No they must not enter there	Y
To the caves and to the brooks	Z
To the clouds of heaven she looks	Z
She is speechless but her eyes	A2
Pray in ghostly agonies	B2
Blissful Mary Mother mild	X
Maid and Mother undefiled	X
Save a Mother and her Child	X
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Now who is he that bounds with joy	C2
On Carrock's side a Shepherd boy	C2
No thoughts hath he but thoughts that pass	D2
Light as the wind along the grass	D2
Can this be He who hither came	E2
In secret like a smothered flame	E2
O'er whom such thankful tears were shed	X
For shelter and a poor man's bread	X
God loves the Child and God hath willed	X
That those dear words should be fulfilled	X
The Lady's words when forced away	H
The last she to her Babe did say	H
My own my own thy fellow guest	X
I may not be but rest thee rest	X
For lowly shepherd's life is best	X
	-
Alas when evil men are strong	B
No life is good no pleasure long	B
The Boy must part from Mosedale's groves	F2
And leave Blencathara's rugged coves	F2
And quit the flowers that summer brings	G2
To Glenderamakin's lofty springs	G2
Must vanish and his careless cheer	U
Be turned to heaviness and fear	U
Give Sir Lancelot Threlkeld praise	H2
Hear it good man old in days	H2
Thou tree of covert and of rest	X
For this young Bird that is distrest	X
Among thy branches safe he lay	H
And he was free to sport and play	H
When falcons were abroad for prey	H
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	-
A recreant harp that sings of fear	U
And heaviness in Clifford's ear	I2
I said when evil men are strong	B
No life is good no pleasure long	B
A weak and cowardly untruth	J2
Our Clifford was a happy Youth	J2
And thankful through a weary time	K2
That brought him up to manhood's prime	K2
Again he wanders forth at will	L2
And tends a flock from hill to hill	L2
His garb is humble ne'er was seen	M2
Such garb with such a noble mien	M2
Among the shepherd grooms no mate	X
Hath he a Child of strength and state	X
Yet lacks not friends for simple glee	N
Nor yet for higher sympathy	N
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	-
To his side the fallow deer	U
Came and rested without fear	U
The eagle lord of land and sea	N
Stooped down to pay him fealty	N
And both the undying fish that swim	N2
Through Bowscale tarn did wait on him	N2
The pair were servants of his eye	W
In their immortality	N
And glancing gleaming dark or bright	X
Moved to and fro for his delight	X
He knew the rocks which Angels haunt	X
Upon the mountains visitant	X
He hath kenned them taking wing	E
And into caves where Faeries sing	E
He hath entered and been told	X
By Voices how men lived of old	X
Among the heavens his eye can see	N
The face of thing that is to be	N
And if that men report him right	X
His tongue could whisper words of might	X
Now another day is come	O2
Fitter hope and nobler doom	O
He hath thrown aside his crook	P2
And hath buried deep his book	P2
Armour rusting in his halls	Q2
On the blood of Clifford calls	Q2
'Quell the Scot ' exclaims the Lance	R2
Bear me to the heart of France	R2
Is the longing of the Shield	X
Tell thy name thou trembling field	X
Field of death where'er thou be	N
Groan thou with our victory	N
Happy day and mighty hour	C
When our Shepherd in his power	C
Mailed and horsed with lance and sword	X
To his ancestors restored	X
Like a re appearing Star	S2
Like a glory from afar	S2
First shall head the flock of war	T2
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	-
Alas the impassioned minstrel did not know	U2
How by Heaven's grace this Clifford's heart was framed	X
How he long forced in humble walks to go	U2
Was softened into feeling soothed and tamed	X
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	-
Love had he found in huts where poor men lie	W
His daily teachers had been woods and rills	R2
The silence that is in the starry sky	W
The sleep that is among the lonely hills	R2
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	-
In him the savage virtue of the Race	R2
Revenge and all ferocious thoughts were dead	X
Nor did he change but kept in lofty place	R2
The wisdom which adversity had bred	X
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Glad were the vales and every cottage hearth	V2
The Shepherd lord was honoured more and more	T2
And ages after he was laid in earth	W2
The good Lord Clifford was the name he bore	T2

William Wordsworth

Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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