Address To The Deil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C DDDADA DDEFDF GGGHGH CCCACA AAACAC CCCCCC DDDIDI JJJAJA AAADAD CCCFCF AAADAD DDDCDC AAAAAA KLMFKF DDDHDH JJJIJN AAAJAJ FFFFFI AAAGAG CCCDCD CCCJCJ| O Prince O Chief of many throned Pow'rs | A |
| That led th' embattled Seraphim to war | B |
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| Milton | C |
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| O thou whatever title suit thee | D |
| Auld Hornie Satan Kick or Clootie | D |
| Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie | D |
| Closed under hatches | A |
| Spairges about the brunstane cootie | D |
| To scaud poor wretches | A |
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| Hear me auld Hangie for a wee | D |
| An' let poor damned bodies be | D |
| I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie | E |
| E'en to a deil | F |
| To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me | D |
| An' hear us squeel | F |
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| Great is thy pow'r an' great thy fame | G |
| Far kend an' noted is thy name | G |
| An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame | G |
| Thou travels far | H |
| An' faith thou's neither lag nor lame | G |
| Nor blate nor scaur | H |
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| Whyles ranging like a roaring lion | C |
| For prey a' holes an' corners tryin | C |
| Whyles on the strong winged tempest flyin | C |
| Tirlin the kirks | A |
| Whiles in the human bosom pryin | C |
| Unseen thou lurks | A |
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| I've heard my reverend Graunie say | A |
| In lanely glens ye like to stray | A |
| Or where auld ruin'd castles gray | A |
| Nod to the moon | C |
| Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way | A |
| Wi' eldricht croon | C |
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| When twilight did my Graunie summon | C |
| To say her prayers douce honest woman | C |
| Aft yont the dyke she's heard you bummin | C |
| Wi' eerie drone | C |
| Or rustlin thro' the boortries comin | C |
| Wi' heavy groan | C |
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| Ae dreary windy winter night | D |
| The stars shot down wi' sklentin light | D |
| Wi' you mysel I gat a fright | D |
| Ayont the lough | I |
| Ye like a rash buss stood in sight | D |
| Wi' waving sough | I |
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| The cudgel in my nieve did shake | J |
| Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake | J |
| When wi' an eldritch stoor quaick quaick | J |
| Amang the springs | A |
| Awa ye squatter'd like a drake | J |
| On whistling wings | A |
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| Let warlocks grim an' wither'd hags | A |
| Tell how wi' you on rag weed nags | A |
| They skim the muirs an' dizzy crags | A |
| Wi' wicked speed | D |
| And in kirk yards renew their leagues | A |
| Owre howkit dead | D |
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| Thence countra wives wi' toil an' pain | C |
| May plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain | C |
| For oh the yellow treasure's taen | C |
| By witching skill | F |
| An' dawtit twal pint hawkie's gaen | C |
| As yell's the bill | F |
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| Thence mystic knots mak great abuse | A |
| On young guidmen fond keen an' crouse | A |
| When the best wark lume i' the house | A |
| By cantrip wit | D |
| Is instant made no worth a louse | A |
| Just at the bit | D |
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| When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord | D |
| An' float the jinglin icy boord | D |
| Then water kelpies haunt the foord | D |
| By your direction | C |
| An' nighted trav'llers are allur'd | D |
| To their destruction | C |
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| An' aft your moss traversing spunkies | A |
| Decoy the wight that late an' drunk is | A |
| The bleezin curst mischievous monkeys | A |
| Delude his eyes | A |
| Till in some miry slough he sunk is | A |
| Ne'er mair to rise | A |
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| When masons' mystic word an' grip | K |
| In storms an' tempests raise you up | L |
| Some cock or cat your rage maun stop | M |
| Or strange to tell | F |
| The youngest brother ye wad whip | K |
| Aff straught to hell | F |
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| Lang syne in Eden's bonie yard | D |
| When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd | D |
| An' all the soul of love they shar'd | D |
| The raptur'd hour | H |
| Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry sward | D |
| In shady bow'r | H |
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| Then you ye auld snick drawing dog | J |
| Ye came to Paradise incog | J |
| An' play'd on man a cursed brogue | J |
| Black be your fa' | I |
| An' gied the infant world a shog | J |
| 'Maist ruin'd a' | N |
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| D'ye mind that day when in a bizz | A |
| Wi' reekit duds an' reestit gizz | A |
| Ye did present your smoutie phiz | A |
| 'Mang better folk | J |
| An' sklented on the man of Uzz | A |
| Your spitefu' joke | J |
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| An' how ye gat him I' your thrall | F |
| An' brak him out o' house an' hall | F |
| While scabs an' botches did him gall | F |
| Wi' bitter claw | F |
| An' lows'd his ill tongu'd wicked scawl | F |
| Was warst ava | I |
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| But a' your doings to rehearse | A |
| Your wily snares an' fechtin fierce | A |
| Sin' that day Michael did you pierce | A |
| Down to this time | G |
| Wad ding a' Lallan tongue or Erse | A |
| In prose or rhyme | G |
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| An' now auld Cloots I ken ye're thinkin | C |
| A certain Bardie's rantin drinkin | C |
| Some luckless hour will send him linkin | C |
| To your black pit | D |
| But faith he'll turn a corner jinkin | C |
| An' cheat you yet | D |
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| But fare ye well auld Nickie ben | C |
| O wad ye tak a thought an' men' | C |
| Ye aiblins might I dinna ken | C |
| Still hae a stake | J |
| I'm wae to think upo' yon den | C |
| Ev'n for your sake | J |
Robert Burns
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