Easter Week Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCD BCBC EFGF HIJI KJHJ LMNM OPMQ RSTU VWXW YMKM| In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett | A |
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| Romantic Ireland's dead and gone | B |
| It's with O'Leary in the grave | C |
| William Butler Yeats | D |
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| Romantic Ireland's dead and gone | B |
| It's with O'Leary in the grave | C |
| Then Yeats what gave that Easter dawn | B |
| A hue so radiantly brave | C |
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| There was a rain of blood that day | E |
| Red rain in gay blue April weather | F |
| It blessed the earth till it gave birth | G |
| To valour thick as blooms of heather | F |
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| Romantic Ireland never dies | H |
| O'Leary lies in fertile ground | I |
| And songs and spears throughout the years | J |
| Rise up where patriot graves are found | I |
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| Immortal patriots newly dead | K |
| And ye that bled in bygone years | J |
| What banners rise before your eyes | H |
| What is the tune that greets your ears | J |
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| The young Republic's banners smile | L |
| For many a mile where troops convene | M |
| O'Connell Street is loudly sweet | N |
| With strains of Wearing of the Green | M |
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| The soil of Ireland throbs and glows | O |
| With life that knows the hour is here | P |
| To strike again like Irishmen | M |
| For that which Irishmen hold dear | Q |
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| Lord Edward leaves his resting place | R |
| And Sarsfield's face is glad and fierce | S |
| See Emmet leap from troubled sleep | T |
| To grasp the hand of Padraic Pearse | U |
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| There is no rope can strangle song | V |
| And not for long death takes his toll | W |
| No prison bars can dim the stars | X |
| Nor quicklime eat the living soul | W |
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| Romantic Ireland is not old | Y |
| For years untold her youth will shine | M |
| Her heart is fed on Heavenly bread | K |
| The blood of martyrs is her wine | M |
Alfred Joyce Kilmer (joyce)
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