When I Roved A Young Highlander Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGDGD HIHIJDJD KLMLNDNND ODODPDPD LDLDQDQD| When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath | A |
| And climb'd thy steep summit oh Morven of snow | B |
| To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath | A |
| Or the mist of the tempest that gather'd below | B |
| Untutor'd by science a stranger to fear | C |
| And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew | D |
| No feeling save one to my bosom was dear | C |
| Need I say my sweet Mary 'twas centred in you | D |
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| Yet it could not be Love for I knew not the name | E |
| What passion can dwell in the heart of a child | F |
| But still I perceive an emotion the same | E |
| As I felt when a boy on the crag cover'd wild | F |
| One image alone on my bosom impress'd | G |
| I lov'd my bleak regions nor panted for new | D |
| And few were my wants for my wishes were bless'd | G |
| And pure were my thoughts for my soul was with you | D |
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| I arose with the dawn with my dog as my guide | H |
| From mountain to mountain I bounded along | I |
| I breasted the billows of Dee's rushing tide | H |
| And heard at a distance the Highlander's song | I |
| At eve on my heath cover'd couch of repose | J |
| No dreams save of Mary were spread to my view | D |
| And warm to the skies my devotions arose | J |
| For the first of my prayers was a blessing on you | D |
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| I left my bleak home and my visions are gone | K |
| The mountains are vanish'd my youth is no more | L |
| As the last of my race I must wither alone | M |
| And delight but in days I have witness'd before | L |
| Ah splendour has rais'd but embitter'd my lot | N |
| More dear were the scenes which my infancy knew | D |
| Though my hopes may have fail'd yet they are not | N |
| forgot | N |
| Though cold is my heart still it lingers with you | D |
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| When I see some dark hill point its crest to the sky | O |
| I think of the rocks that o'ershadow Colbleen | D |
| When I see the soft blue of a love speaking eye | O |
| I think of those eyes that endear'd the rude scene | D |
| When haply some light waving locks I behold | P |
| That faintly resemble my Mary's in hue | D |
| I think on the long flowing ringlets of gold | P |
| The locks that were sacred to beauty and you | D |
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| Yet the day may arrive when the mountains once more | L |
| Shall rise to my sight in their mantles of snow | D |
| But while these soar above me unchang'd as before | L |
| Will Mary be there to receive me ah no | D |
| Adieu then ye hills where my childhood was bred | Q |
| Thou sweet flowing Dee to thy waters adieu | D |
| No home in the forest shall shelter my head | Q |
| Ah Mary what home could be mine but with you | D |
George Gordon Lord Byron
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