To Liberty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FFGGBB HHAAII JJKKLF MMIINO AABBCC| O spirit of the wind and sky | A |
| Where doth thy harp neglected lie | A |
| Is there no heart thy bard to be | B |
| To wake that soul of melody | B |
| Is liberty herself a slave | C |
| No God forbid it On ye brave | C |
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| I've loved thee as the common air | D |
| And paid thee worship everywhere | D |
| In every soil beneath the sun | E |
| Thy simple song my heart has won | E |
| And art thou silent Still a slave | C |
| And thy sons living On ye brave | C |
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| Gather on mountain and on plain | F |
| Make gossamer the iron chain | F |
| Make prison walls as paper screen | G |
| That tyrant maskers may be seen | G |
| Let earth as well as heaven be free | B |
| So on ye brave for liberty | B |
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| I've loved thy being from a boy | H |
| The Highland hills were once my joy | H |
| Then morning mists did round them lie | A |
| Like sunshine in the happiest sky | A |
| The hills and valley seemed my own | I |
| When Scottish land was freedom's throne | I |
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| And Scottish land is freedom's still | J |
| Her beacon fires on every hill | J |
| Have told in characters of flame | K |
| Her ancient birthright to her fame | K |
| A thousand hills will speak again | L |
| In fire that language ever plain | F |
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| To sychophants and fawning knaves | M |
| That Scotland ne'er was made for slaves | M |
| Each fruitful vale each mountain throne | I |
| Is ruled by Nature's laws alone | I |
| And nought but falsehood's poisoned breath | N |
| Will urge the claymore from its sheath | O |
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| O spirit of the wind and sky | A |
| Where doth thy harp neglected lie | A |
| Is there no harp thy bard to be | B |
| To wake that soul of melody | B |
| Is liberty herself a slave | C |
| No God forbid it On ye brave | C |
John Clare
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