O'hussey's Ode To The Maguire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCA DEED FGGF FFFF CHHC IJKI DFFD FLLF MNNM OFFO AGGA FCCF CCFC FCCF C IPPI| Where is my chief my master this bleak night mavrone | A |
| O cold cold miserably cold is this bleak night for Hugh | B |
| Its showery arrowy speary sleet pierceth one thro' and thro' | C |
| Pierceth one to the very bone | A |
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| Rolls real thunder Or was that red vivid light | D |
| Only a meteor I scarce know but through the midnight dim | E |
| The pitiless ice wind streams Except the hate that persecutes him | E |
| Nothing hath crueler venomy might | D |
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| An awful a tremendous night is this meseems | F |
| The flood gates of the rivers of heaven I think have been burst wide | G |
| Down from the overcharged clouds like to headlong ocean's tide | G |
| Descends grey rain in roaring streams | F |
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| Tho' he were even a wolf ranging the round green woods | F |
| Tho' he were even a pleasant salmon in the unchainable sea | F |
| Tho' he were a wild mountain eagle he could scarce bear he | F |
| This sharp sore sleet these howling floods | F |
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| O mournful is my soul this night for Hugh Maguire | C |
| Darkly as in a dream he strays Before him and behind | H |
| Triumphs the tyrannous anger of the wounding wind | H |
| The wounding wind that burns as fire | C |
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| It is my bitter grief it cuts me to the heart | I |
| That in the country of Clan Darry this should be his fate | J |
| O woe is me where is he Wandering houseless desolate | K |
| Alone without or guide or chart | I |
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| Medreams I see just now his face the strawberry bright | D |
| Uplifted to the blackened heavens while the tempestuous winds | F |
| Blow fiercely over and round him and the smiting sleetshower blinds | F |
| The hero of Galang to night | D |
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| Large large affliction unto me and mine it is | F |
| That one of his majestic bearing his fair stately form | L |
| Should thus be tortured and o'erborne that this unsparing storm | L |
| Should wreak its wrath on head like his | F |
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| That his great hand so oft the avenger of the oppressed | M |
| Should this chill churlish night perchance be paralysed by frost | N |
| While through some icicle hung thicket as one lorn and lost | N |
| He walks and wanders without rest | M |
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| The tempest driven torrent deluges the mead | O |
| It overflows the low banks of the rivulets and ponds | F |
| The lawns and pasture grounds lie locked in icy bonds | F |
| So that the cattle cannot feed | O |
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| The pale bright margins of the streams are seen by none | A |
| Rushes and sweeps along the untamable flood on every side | G |
| It penetrates and fills the cottagers' dwellings far and wide | G |
| Water and land are blent in one | A |
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| Through some dark woods 'mid bones of monsters Hugh now strays | F |
| As he confronts the storm with anguished heart but manly brow | C |
| O what a sword wound to that tender heart of his were now | C |
| A backward glance at peaceful days | F |
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| But other thoughts are his thoughts that can still inspire | C |
| With joy and onward bounding hope the bosom of MacNee | C |
| Thoughts of his warriors charging like bright billows of the sea | F |
| Borne on the wind's wings flashing fire | C |
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| And tho' frost glaze to night the clear dew of his eyes | F |
| And white ice gauntlets glove his noble fine fair fingers o'er | C |
| A warm dress is to him that lightning garb he ever wore | C |
| The lightning of his soul not skies | F |
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| Avran | C |
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| Hugh marched forth to fight I grieved to see him so depart | I |
| And lo to night he wanders frozen rain drenched sad betrayed | P |
| But the memory of the lime white mansions his right hand hath laid | P |
| In ashes warms the hero's heart | I |
James Clarence Mangan
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