Robert Burns Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EAEA FGFH IJIJ KLKM NONO BPBP QMRM MMSS TTUU VVWW PPXXThe following ode was delivered by the author at the Centennial Anniversary | A |
of Burns Ingersoll in presence of a large assembly in the year | B |
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This night shall never be forgot | C |
For humble life none now despise | D |
Since Barns was born in lowly cot | C |
Whose muse's wing soared to the skies | D |
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'Round Scotia's brow he wove a wreath | E |
And raised her name in classic story | A |
A deathless fame he did bequeath | E |
His country's pride his country's glory | A |
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He sang her hills he sang her dales | F |
Of Bonnie Doon and Banks of Ayr | G |
Of death and Hornbrook and such tales | F |
As Tam O'Shanter and his mare | H |
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He bravely taught that manly worth | I |
More precious is than finest gold | J |
He reckoned not on noble birth | I |
But noble deeds alone extolled | J |
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Where will we find behind the plow | K |
Or in the harvest field at toil | L |
Another youth sweet bard like thou | K |
Could draw the tear or raise the smile | M |
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We do not think 'twas Burns fault | N |
For there were no teetotalers then | O |
That Willie brewed a peck of malt | N |
And Robbin preed like other men | O |
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'Tis true he loved the lasses dear | B |
But who for this would loudly blame | P |
For Scotia's maids his heart did cheer | B |
And love is a true heavenly flame | P |
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So here we've met in distant land | Q |
Poor honest Robin to extoll | M |
Though oft we've differed | R |
Let us stand united now in Ingersoll | M |
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Burns sang so sweet behind the plow | M |
Daisies well wreath around his brow | M |
Musing on thee what visions throng | S |
Of floods you poured of Scottish song | S |
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Scott he did write romancing rhymes | T |
Of chivalry of ancient times | T |
For tender feeling none can cope | U |
With Campbell the sweet Bard of hope | U |
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Eye with sympathetic tear in | V |
We'll shed it for exile of Erin | V |
And Tannahil while at his loom | W |
Wove flowers of song will ever bloom | W |
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Hogg Ettrick shepherd did gain fame | P |
By singing when the Kie comes hame | P |
With good time coming Bard McKay | X |
Still merrily doth cheer the way | X |
James Mcintyre
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