To An Oak At Newstead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FFFG HIJHJ KLKL MNMN BOBO PQPQ RSRS TNTN| Young Oak when I planted thee deep in the ground | A |
| I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine | B |
| That thy dark waving branches would flourish around | A |
| And ivy thy trunk with its mantle entwine | B |
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| Such such was my hope when in Infancy's years | C |
| On the land of my Fathers I rear'd thee with pride | D |
| They are past and I water thy stem with my tears | E |
| Thy decay not the weeds that surround thee can hide | D |
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| I left thee my Oak and since that fatal hour | F |
| A stranger has dwelt in the hall of my Sire | F |
| Till Manhood shall crown me not mine is the power | F |
| But his whose neglect may have bade thee expire | G |
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| Oh hardy thou wert even now little care | H |
| Might revive thy young head and thy wounds gently | I |
| heal | J |
| But thou wert not fated affection to share | H |
| For who could suppose that a Stranger would feel | J |
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| Ah droop not my Oak lift thy head for a while | K |
| Ere twice round yon Glory this planet shall run | L |
| The hand of thy Master will teach thee to smile | K |
| When Infancy's years of probation are done | L |
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| Oh live then my Oak tow'r aloft from the weeds | M |
| That clog thy young growth and assist thy decay | N |
| For still in thy bosom are Life's early seeds | M |
| And still may thy branches their beauty display | N |
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| Oh yet if Maturity's years may be thine | B |
| Though I shall lie low in the cavern of Death | O |
| On thy leaves yet the day beam of ages may shine | B |
| Uninjured by Time or the rude Winter's breath | O |
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| For centuries still may thy boughs lightly wave | P |
| O'er the corse of thy Lord in thy canopy laid | Q |
| While the branches thus gratefully shelter his grave | P |
| The Chief who survives may recline in thy shade | Q |
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| And as he with his boys shall revisit this spot | R |
| He will tell them in whispers more softly to tread | S |
| Oh surely by these I shall ne'er be forgot | R |
| Remembrance still hallows the dust of the dead | S |
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| And here will they say when in Life's glowing prime | T |
| Perhaps he has pour'd forth his young simple lay | N |
| And here must he sleep till the moments of Time | T |
| Are lost in the hours of Eternity's day | N |
George Gordon Lord Byron
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