Erin, Mavourneen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDCC EEFFDDGG HHDDIJKK LLDDMMHH IINNOOPP QQRRNNSS TTUVDDDD NWPPXYZZ| A Prize Poem | A |
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| I know Canada is fair to see and pleasant it is well | B |
| On the banks of its broad river 'neath the maple trees to dwell | B |
| But the heart is very wilful and in sorrow or in mirth | C |
| Mine will turn with sore love longing to the land that gave me birth | C |
| And I wish that oh but once again my longing eyes might see | D |
| The green island that lies smiling on the bosom of the sea | D |
| That is fed with heaven's dew and the fatness of the earth | C |
| Fanned by wild Atlantic breezes that sweep over it in mirth | C |
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| Its green robe is starred with daisies it is brilliant fresh and fair | E |
| With a verdure that no other spot of earth affords to wear | E |
| It has banks of pale primroses that like bits of moonlight glow | F |
| There are hawthorn hedges blossomed out like drifts of perfumed snow | F |
| Bluebells swinging on their slender stems and cowslips on the lea | D |
| I was better for the lessons they in childhood taught to me | D |
| And still sweet is every memory and blessed each regret | G |
| That twines round that dear island home which our hearts cannot forget | G |
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| From where Antrim's giant columns at the north are piled on high | H |
| The sentinels of centuries tow'ring up against the sky | H |
| From mountain top and purple heath from valleys fair to see | D |
| Where streams of flashing crystal bright are flowing merrily | D |
| To Kerry's lakes of loveliness that dimple in the sun | I |
| 'Tis fair as any spot of earth that heaven's light shines upon | J |
| O Erin my mother Erin dear land more kind than wise | K |
| I think of thee till loving tears come thronging to my eyes | K |
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| Thou hast nourished on thy bosom many sons of deathless fame | L |
| Who while the world will last shall shed a lustre on thy name | L |
| While Foyle's proud swelling waters roll past Derry to the sea | D |
| While yet a single vestige of old Limerick's walls there be | D |
| Shall those who love thee well fair land lament that feuds divide | M |
| The sons of those who for each cause stood fast on either side | M |
| From every ruined castle grey well may the banshee cry | H |
| O'er bitter waters once let loose that have not yet run dry | H |
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| O would the blessed time might come when party feeling done | I |
| The noble deeds of both sides will be gathered into one | I |
| On the battle fields of Europe thy sons quit themselves like men | N |
| Till those who made them exiles longed for their good swords again | N |
| Wherever fields were fought and won in thickest of the fray | O |
| Where steel bit steel thy sons have fought and laurels bore away | O |
| And thou hast bards in deathless song thy heroes' praise to sing | P |
| Or make hearts throb responsive when for love they touch the string | P |
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| Thou hast lovely white armed daughters so tender and so true | Q |
| As modest as the daisies and as spotless as the dew | Q |
| With flashes of sweet merriment and virtue still and strong | R |
| They fire the patriot's heart and charm the poet into song | R |
| Thou hast nourished those right eloquent to plead with tongue and pen | N |
| For those eternal rights which men so oft deny to men | N |
| And land of saints in song like mine but little can be said | S |
| Of those who stand for God between the living and the dead | S |
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| Thou'rt not without His witnesses for children of thy sod | T |
| In lofty and in lowly life are found who walk with God | T |
| Land of the hearty welcome who travels thy valleys o'er | U |
| Knows more of human kindness than he ever knew before | V |
| While some are kind to friends alone thy sons whate'er befal | D |
| More like the blessed sun and rain have kindliness for all | D |
| O Erin my mother Erin much my love would say of thee | D |
| Were my lips but half so eloquent as my heart would have them be | D |
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| As Moses longed for Lebanon so I long that once again | N |
| My feet might press the shamrocks in the meadows by the Maine | W |
| Oh to see the wee brown larks again once more to hear them sing | P |
| As up to heaven's blessed gates they soar on tireless wing | P |
| I'd watch them till I'd half forget the burden of my years | X |
| And tender thoughts of childhood would well up in happy tears | Y |
| I may never see thee more mo run but with each breath I draw | Z |
| Thou art still to me mavourneen so an slainte leat gu bragh | Z |
Nora Pembroke (margaret Moran Dixon Mcdougall)
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