To My Brothers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GGHGIJKJ LGMGHNON PQRQNSPS NNGNGDTD GUGUVCGC ABCBDENE| O BROTHERS who must ache and stoop | A |
| O er wordy tasks in London town | B |
| How scantly Laura trips for you | C |
| A poem in a gown | B |
| How rare if Grub street grew a lawn | D |
| How sweet if Nature s lap could spare | E |
| A dandelion for the Strand | F |
| A cowslip for Mayfair | E |
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| But here from immaterial lyres | G |
| There rings in easy confidence | G |
| The blackbird s bright philosophy | H |
| On apple spray or fence | G |
| For ploughmen wending home from toil | I |
| Some patriot thrush outpours his lay | J |
| And voices wildly eloquent | K |
| The diary of his day | J |
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| These living lyrics you may hear | L |
| Remembering the lane s romance | G |
| All hung in wicker heels to chirp | M |
| Thin ghosts of utterance | G |
| But where the gusts of liberty | H |
| Make Ragged Robin wisely bend | N |
| They quicken hedgerows with their song | O |
| Melodiously unpenned | N |
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| If souls of mighty singers leave | P |
| The vacant body to its hush | Q |
| Does Shelley linger in the lark | R |
| Or Keats possess the thrush | Q |
| The end is undecaying doubt | N |
| And in some blackbird s bosom still | S |
| Great Tennyson may sweeten eve | P |
| And whistle on the hill | S |
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| Come brothers to this clean delight | N |
| And watch the velvet headed tit | N |
| Here s honest sorrel in the grass | G |
| And sturdy cuckoo spit | N |
| What shepherds hear you shall not miss | G |
| And at deliverance of dawn | D |
| Shall see a miracle of bloom | T |
| Across the sparkling lawn | D |
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| The forest musically begs | G |
| To fan you with its leafy love | U |
| Oh fall asleep upon this moss | G |
| Entreated by the dove | U |
| Here shall that sweet Conservative | V |
| Dear Mother Nature lend to you | C |
| Her lovely rural elements | G |
| Beneath the primal blue | C |
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| O brothers who must ache and stoop | A |
| O er wordy tasks in London town | B |
| How scantly Laura trips for you | C |
| A poem in a gown | B |
| How good if Fleet street grew a lawn | D |
| How sweet if garden plots could spare | E |
| A bed of cloves to scent the Strand | N |
| A pansy for Mayfair | E |
Norman Rowland Gale
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