To Robert Burns Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCACA AAADAD EEEAEA FFFDFD GGHIGI JJJEJE EEEKEK DDDADA LLLALA| Sweet Singer that I loe the maist | A |
| O' ony sin' wi' eager haste | A |
| I smacket bairn lips ower the taste | A |
| O' hinnied sang | B |
| I hail thee though a blessed ghaist | A |
| In Heaven lang | B |
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| For weel I ken nae cantie phrase | C |
| Nor courtly airs nor lairdly ways | C |
| Could gar me freer blame or praise | C |
| Or proffer hand | A |
| Where 'Rantin' Robbie' and his lays | C |
| Thegither stand | A |
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| And sae these hamely lines I send | A |
| Wi' jinglin' words at ilka end | A |
| In echo o' the sangs that wend | A |
| Frae thee to me | D |
| Like simmer brooks wi mony a bend | A |
| O' wimplin' glee | D |
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| In fancy as wi' dewy een | E |
| I part the clouds aboon the scene | E |
| Where thou wast born and peer atween | E |
| I see nae spot | A |
| In a' the Hielands half sae green | E |
| And unforgot | A |
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| I see nae storied castle hall | F |
| Wi' banners flauntin' ower the wall | F |
| And serf and page in ready call | F |
| Sae grand to me | D |
| As ane puir cotter's hut wi' all | F |
| Its poverty | D |
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| There where the simple daisy grew | G |
| Sae bonnie sweet and modest too | G |
| Thy liltin' filled its wee head fu' | H |
| O' sic a grace | I |
| It aye is weepin' tears o' dew | G |
| Wi' droopit face | I |
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| Frae where the heather bluebells fling | J |
| Their sangs o' fragrance to the Spring | J |
| To where the lavrock soars to sing | J |
| Still lives thy strain | E |
| For' a' the birds are twittering | J |
| Sangs like thine ain | E |
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| And aye by light o' sun or moon | E |
| By banks o' Ayr or Bonnie Doon | E |
| The waters lilt nae tender tune | E |
| But sweeter seems | K |
| Because they poured their limpid rune | E |
| Through a' thy dreams | K |
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| Wi' brimmin' lip and laughin' ee | D |
| Thou shookest even Grief wi' glee | D |
| Yet had nae niggart sympathy | D |
| Where Sorrow bowed | A |
| But gavest a' thy tears as free | D |
| As a' thy gowd | A |
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| And sae it is we be thy name | L |
| To see bleeze up wi' sic a flame | L |
| That a' pretentious stars o' fame | L |
| Maun blink asklent | A |
| To see how simple worth may shame | L |
| Their brightest glent | A |
James Whitcomb Riley
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