The Banks Of Ivory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIHH IIJJ KLMH| 'T was on the banks of Ivory 'neath the hawthorn scented shade | A |
| Early one summer's morning I met a lovely maid | A |
| Her hair hung o'er her shoulders broad her eyes like suns did shine | B |
| And on the banks of Ivory O I wished the maid was mine | B |
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| Her face it wore the beauty of heaven's own broken mould | C |
| The world's first charm seemed living still her curls like hanks of gold | C |
| Hung waving and her eyes glittered timid as the dew | D |
| When by the banks of Ivory I swore I loved her true | D |
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| Kind sir she said forsake me while it is no pain to go | E |
| For often after kissing and such wooing there comes woe | E |
| And woman's heart is feeble O I wish it were a stone | F |
| So by the banks of Ivory I'd rather walk alone | F |
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| For learned seems your gallant speech and noble is your trim | G |
| And thus to court an humble maid is just to please your whim | G |
| So go and seek some lady fair as high in pedigree | H |
| Nor stoop so low by Ivory to flatter one like me | H |
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| In sooth fair maid you mock at me for truth ne'er harboured ill | I |
| I will not wrong your purity to love is all my will | I |
| My hall looks over yonder groves its lady you shall be | H |
| For on the banks of Ivory I'm glad I met with thee | H |
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| He put his hands unto his lips and whistled loud and shrill | I |
| And thirty six well armed men came at their master's will | I |
| Said he I've flattered maids full long but now the time is past | J |
| And the bonny hills of Ivory a lady own at last | J |
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| My steed's back ne'er was graced for a lady's seat before | K |
| Fear not his speed I'll guard thee love till we ride o'er the moor | L |
| To seek the priest and wed and love until the day we die | M |
| So she that was but poor before is Lady Ivory | H |
John Clare
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