The Horn Of Egremont Castle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ERE the Brothers through the gatewayA
Issued forth with old and youngB
To the Horn Sir Eustace pointedC
Which for ages there had hungB
Horn it was which none could soundD
No one upon living groundD
Save He who came as rightful HeirE
To Egremont's Domains and Castle fairE
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Heirs from times of earliest recordF
Had the House of Lucie bornG
Who of right had held the LordshipH
Claimed by proof upon the HornG
Each at the appointed hourI
Tried the Horn it owned his powerI
He was acknowledged and the blastJ
Which good Sir Eustace sounded was the lastJ
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With his lance Sir Eustace pointedC
And to Hubert thus said heK
'What I speak this Horn shall witnessL
For thy better memoryK
Hear then and neglect me notM
At this time and on this spotM
The words are uttered from my heartN
As my last earnest prayer ere we departN
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'On good service we are goingO
Life to risk by sea and landP
In which course if Christ our SaviourK
Do my sinful soul demandP
Hither come thou back straightwayA
Hubert if alive that dayA
Return and sound the Horn that weA
May have a living House still left in thee '-
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'Fear not ' quickly answered HubertQ
'As I am thy Father's sonR
What thou askest noble BrotherK
With God's favour shall be done '-
So were both right well contentS
Forth they from the Castle wentS
And at the head of their ArrayA
To Palestine the Brothers took their wayA
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Side by side they fought the LuciesL
Were a line for valour famedT
And where'er their strokes alightedT
There the Saracens were tamedT
Whence then could it come the thoughtT
By what evil spirit broughtT
Oh can a brave Man wish to takeU
His Brother's life for Lands' and Castle's sakeU
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'Sir ' the Ruffians said to HubertT
'Deep he lies in Jordan flood '-
Stricken by this ill assuranceL
Pale and trembling Hubert stoodT
'Take your earnings ' Oh that IV
Could have 'seen' my Brother dieV
It was a pang that vexed him thenW
And oft returned again and yet againW
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Months passed on and no Sir EustaceL
Nor of him were tidings heardT
Wherefore bold as day the MurdererK
Back again to England steeredT
To his Castle Hubert spedT
Nothing has he now to dreadT
But silent and by stealth he cameX
And at an hour which nobody could nameX
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None could tell if it were night timeY
Night or day at even or mornG
No one's eye had seen him enterK
No one's ear had heard the HornG
But bold Hubert lives in gleeA
Months and years went smilinglyA
With plenty was his table spreadT
And bright the Lady is who shares his bedT
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Likewise he had sons and daughtersL
And as good men do he sateT
At his board by these surroundedT
Flourishing in fair estateT
And while thus in open dayT
Once he sate as old books sayT
A blast was uttered from the HornG
Where by the Castle gate it hung forlornG
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'Tis the breath of good Sir EustaceL
He is come to claim his rightT
Ancient castle woods and mountainsL
Hear the challenge with delightT
Hubert though the blast be blownZ
He is helpless and aloneZ
Thou hast a dungeon speak the wordT
And there he may be lodged and thou be LordT
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Speak astounded Hubert cannotT
And if power to speak he hadT
All are daunted all the householdT
Smitten to the heart and sadT
'Tis Sir Eustace if it beA
Living man it must be heA
Thus Hubert thought in his dismayT
And by a postern gate he slunk awayT
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Long and long was he unheard ofA2
To his Brother then he cameX
Made confession asked forgivenessL
Asked it by a brother's nameX
And by all the saints in heavenR
And of Eustace was forgivenR
Then in a convent went to hideT
His melancholy head and there he diedT
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But Sir Eustace whom good angelsL
Had preserved from murderers' handsL
And from Pagan chains had rescuedT
Lived with honour on his landsL
Sons he had saw sons of theirsL
And through ages heirs of heirsL
A long posterity renownedT
Sounded the Horn which they alone could soundT

William Wordsworth



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