Farewell To Malta Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBCCDDEEDDFCDDGG HHDD AAGGDDD GGIIGGJJAAKK DDLLAAMMLLGG D| Adieu ye joys of La Valette | A |
| Adieu sirocco sun and sweat | A |
| Adieu thou palace rarely enter'd | A |
| Adieu ye mansions where I've ventured | A |
| Adieu ye cursed streets of stairs | B |
| How surely he who mounts you swears | B |
| Adieu ye merchants often failing | C |
| Adieu thou mob for ever railing | C |
| Adieu ye packets without letters | D |
| Adieu ye fools who ape your betters | D |
| Adieu thou damned'st quarantine | E |
| That gave me fever and the spleen | E |
| Adieu that stage which makes us yawn Sirs | D |
| Adieu his Excellency's dancers | D |
| Adieu to Peter whom no fault's in | F |
| But could not teach a colonel waltzing | C |
| Adieu ye females fraught with graces | D |
| Adieu red coats and redder faces | D |
| Adieu the supercilious air | G |
| Of all that strut 'en militaire' | G |
| I go but God knows when or why | H |
| To smoky towns and cloudy sky | H |
| To things the honest truth to say | D |
| As bad but in a different way | D |
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| Farewell to these but not adieu | A |
| Triumphant sons of truest blue | A |
| While either Adriatic shore | G |
| And fallen chiefs and fleets no more | G |
| And nightly smiles and daily dinners | D |
| Proclaim you war and woman's winners | D |
| Pardon my Muse who apt to prate is | D |
| And take my rhyme because 'tis 'gratis ' | - |
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| And now I've got to Mrs Fraser | G |
| Perhaps you think I mean to praise her | G |
| And were I vain enough to think | I |
| My praise was worth this drop of ink | I |
| A line or two were no hard matter | G |
| As here indeed I need not flatter | G |
| But she must be content to shine | J |
| In better praises than in mine | J |
| With lively air and open heart | A |
| And fashion's ease without its art | A |
| Her hours can gaily glide along | K |
| Nor ask the aid of idle song | K |
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| And now O Malta since thou'st got us | D |
| Thou little military hothouse | D |
| I'll not offend with words uncivil | L |
| And wish thee rudely at the Devil | L |
| But only stare from out my casement | A |
| And ask for what is such a place meant | A |
| Then in my solitary nook | M |
| Return to scribbling or a book | M |
| Or take my physic while I'm able | L |
| Two spoonfuls hourly by the label | L |
| Prefer my nightcap to my beaver | G |
| And bless the gods I've got a fever | G |
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| May | D |
George Gordon Byron
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