The Yankee Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD AEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLM NNO PPHH QQRS TTFF HHUGTVIVU| She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door | A |
| Which the long evening shadow is stretching before | A |
| With a music as sweet as the music which seems | B |
| Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams | B |
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| How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye | C |
| Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky | C |
| And lightly and freely her dark tresses play | D |
| O'er a brow and a bosom as lovely as they | D |
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| Who comes in his pride to that low cottage door | A |
| The haughty and rich to the humble and poor | E |
| 'Tis the great Southern planter the master who waves | F |
| His whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves | F |
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| 'Nay Ellen for shame Let those Yankee fools spin | G |
| Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin | G |
| Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel | H |
| Too stupid for shame and too vulgar to feel | H |
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| 'But thou art too lovely and precious a gem | I |
| To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them | I |
| For shame Ellen shame cast thy bondage aside | J |
| And away to the South as my blessing and pride | J |
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| 'O come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong | K |
| But where flowers are blossoming all the year long | K |
| Where the shade of the palm tree is over my home | L |
| And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom | M |
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| 'O come to my home where my servants shall all | N |
| Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call | N |
| They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe | O |
| And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law ' | - |
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| O could ye have seen her that pride of our girls | P |
| Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls | P |
| With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel | H |
| And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel | H |
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| 'Go back haughty Southron thy treasures of gold | Q |
| Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold | Q |
| Thy home may be lovely but round it I hear | R |
| The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear | S |
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| 'And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours | T |
| And greener thy landscapes and fairer thy flowers | T |
| But dearer the blast round our mountains which raves | F |
| Than the sweet sunny zephyr which breathes over slaves | F |
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| 'Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel | H |
| With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel | H |
| Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be | U |
| In | G |
| fetters | T |
| with | V |
| them | I |
| than in freedom with | V |
| thee | U |
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John Greenleaf Whittier
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