On St. David's Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDDDC EEEFGGGF HHHFIIIF DDDJKKKJ LLLJMMMJ NNNHNNNO NNNPNNNP HHHOHHHO NNNPQRQPi To Mrs E C Morrieson i | A |
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Twas not chance but deep design | B |
Tho of whom I can't divine | B |
Made the courtly Valentine | B |
Corpulent saint and bishop | C |
Such a time with Bob to stay | D |
Let me now in bardish way | D |
On your own St David s day | D |
Toss you a simple dish up | C |
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Tis a tale we learnt at school | E |
Oft we broke domestic rule | E |
Standing till our brows were cool | E |
In the forbidden lobby | F |
There we talked and there we laughed | G |
Till the townsfolk thought us daft | G |
What of that a thorough draft | G |
Was and is still my hobby | F |
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To my tale In ancient days | H |
Ere men left the good old ways | H |
Lived a lady whose just praise | H |
Passes all fancied glory | F |
Rich was she in field and store | I |
Richer in the sons she bore | I |
How could she be honoured more | I |
Listen and hear the story | F |
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On a high and festive day | D |
When the chariots bright and gay | D |
To the temple far away | D |
Passed in majestic order | J |
When the hour was nigh at hand | K |
She who should have led the band | K |
Found no oxen at command | K |
Searching through all her border | J |
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Then her two sons brave and strong | L |
Gut their limbs with band and thong | L |
And before the wondering throng | L |
Drew their exulting mother | J |
Swift and steady on they came | M |
At the temple loud acclaim | M |
Greeted that illustrious dame | M |
Blest above every other | J |
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Then while triumph filled her breast | N |
Loud she prayed above the rest | N |
Give my sons whatever best | N |
Man may receive from heavers | H |
To the shrine the brothers stept | N |
Low they bowed they sunk they slept | N |
Stillness o er their brave limbs crept | N |
Rest was the guerdon given | O |
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Such the simple story told | N |
By a sage renowned of old | N |
To a king whose fabled gold | N |
Could not procure him learning | P |
Heathen was the sage indeed | N |
Yet his tale we gladly read | N |
Thro his dark and doubtful creed | N |
Glimpses of Truth discerning | P |
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Now no more the altar's blaze | H |
Glares athwart our worldly haze | H |
Warning men how evil ways | H |
Lead to just tribulation | O |
Now no more the temple stands | H |
Pointing out to godless lands | H |
That which is not made with hands | H |
Even the whole Creation | O |
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Ask no more then what is best | N |
How shall those you love be blest | N |
Ask at once eternal Rest | N |
Peace and assurance giving | P |
Rest of Life and not of death | Q |
Rest in Love and Hope and Faith | R |
Till the God who gives their breath | Q |
Calls them to rest from living | P |
James Clerk Maxwell
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