Ireland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEGHIHI JKJKLMLM NONOPQPQ RSRSTUTU VMVMMWMW MXMXYZYZ| Fire in her ashes Ireland feels | A |
| And in her veins a glow of heat | B |
| To her the lost old time appeals | A |
| For resurrection good to greet | B |
| Not as a shape with spectral eyes | C |
| But humanly maternal young | D |
| In all that quickens pride and wise | C |
| To speak the best her bards have sung | D |
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| You read her as a land distraught | E |
| Where bitterest rebel passions seethe | F |
| Look with a core of heart in thought | E |
| For so is known the truth beneath | G |
| She came to you a loathing bride | H |
| And it has been no happy bed | I |
| Believe in her as friend allied | H |
| By bonds as close as those who wed | I |
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| Her speech is held for hatred's cry | J |
| Her silence tells of treason hid | K |
| Were it her aim to burst the tie | J |
| She sees what iron laws forbid | K |
| Excess of heart obscures from view | L |
| A head as keen as yours to count | M |
| Trust her that she may prove her true | L |
| In links whereof is love the fount | M |
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| May she not call herself her own | N |
| That is her cry and thence her spits | O |
| Of fury thence her graceless tone | N |
| At justice given in bits and bits | O |
| The limbs once raw with gnawing chains | P |
| Will fret at silken when God's beams | Q |
| Of Freedom beckon o'er the plains | P |
| From mounts that show it more than dreams | Q |
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| She generous craves your generous dole | R |
| That will not rouse the crack of doom | S |
| It ends the blundering past control | R |
| Simply to give her elbow room | S |
| Her offspring feels they are a race | T |
| To be a nation is their claim | U |
| Yet stronger bound in your embrace | T |
| Than when the tie was but a name | U |
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| A nation she and formed to charm | V |
| With heart for heart and hands all round | M |
| No longer England's broken arm | V |
| Would England know where strength is found | M |
| And strength to day is England's need | M |
| To morrow it may be for both | W |
| Salvation heed the portents heed | M |
| The warnings free the mind from sloth | W |
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| Too long the pair have danced in mud | M |
| With no advance from sun to sun | X |
| Ah what a bounding course of blood | M |
| Has England with an Ireland one | X |
| Behold yon shadow cross the downs | Y |
| And off away to yeasty seas | Z |
| Lightly will fly old rancour's frowns | Y |
| When solid with high heart stand these | Z |
George Meredith
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