Address To The Devil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDDADA DDEFDF GGGHGH IIIAIA AAAIAI IIIIII DDDJDJ KKKAKA AAADAD IIIFIF AAADAD DDDIDI AAAAAA LMNFLF DDDHDH KKKJKO AAAKAK FFFFFJ AAAGAG IIIDID IIIKIK| O Prince O chief of many throned pow'rs | A |
| That led th' embattled seraphim to war | B |
| Milton Paradise Lost | C |
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| O thou whatever title suit thee | D |
| Auld Hornie Satan Nick or Clootie | D |
| Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie | D |
| Clos'd 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 ken'd 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 roarin lion | I |
| For prey a' holes an' corners tryin | I |
| Whyles on the strong wing'd tempest flyin | I |
| Tirlin' the kirks | A |
| Whyles in the human bosom pryin | I |
| Unseen thou lurks | A |
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| I've heard my rev'rend graunie say | A |
| In lanely glens ye like to stray | A |
| Or whare auld ruin'd castles gray | A |
| Nod to the moon | I |
| Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way | A |
| Wi' eldritch croon | I |
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| When twilight did my graunie summon | I |
| To say her pray'rs douce honest woman | I |
| Aft yont the dike she's heard you bummin | I |
| Wi' eerie drone | I |
| Or rustlin thro' the boortrees comin | I |
| Wi' heavy groan | I |
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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 | J |
| Ye like a rash buss stood in sight | D |
| Wi' waving sugh | J |
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| The cudgel in my nieve did shake | K |
| Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake | K |
| When wi' an eldritch stoor Quaick quaick | K |
| Amang the springs | A |
| Awa ye squatter'd like a drake | K |
| On whistling wings | A |
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| Let warlocks grim an' wither'd hags | A |
| Tell how wi' you on ragweed nags | A |
| They skim the muirs an' dizzy crags | A |
| Wi' wicked speed | D |
| And in kirk yards renew their leagues | A |
| Owre howket dead | D |
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| Thence countra wives wi' toil an' pain | I |
| May plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain | I |
| For oh the yellow treasure's taen | I |
| By witchin skill | F |
| An' dawtet twal pint hawkie's gaen | I |
| As yell's the bill | F |
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| Thence mystic knots mak great abuse | A |
| On young guidmen fond keen an' croose | A |
| When the best wark lume i' the house | A |
| By cantraip 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 | I |
| An' nighted trav'lers are allur'd | D |
| To their destruction | I |
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| And 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 | L |
| In storms an' tempests raise you up | M |
| Some cock or cat your rage maun stop | N |
| Or strange to tell | F |
| The youngest brither ye wad whip | L |
| Aff straught to hell | F |
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| Lang syne in Eden'd 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 swaird | D |
| In shady bow'r | H |
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| Then you ye auld snick drawin dog | K |
| Ye cam to Paradise incog | K |
| And play'd on man a cursed brogue | K |
| Black be your fa' | J |
| An gied the infant warld a shog | K |
| Maist ruin'd a' | O |
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| D'ye mind that day when in a bizz | A |
| Wi' reeket duds an reestet gizz | A |
| Ye did present your smoutie phiz | A |
| Mang better folk | K |
| An' sklented on the man of Uz | A |
| Your spitefu' joke | K |
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| An' how ye gat him i' your thrall | F |
| An' brak him out o' house and hal' | F |
| While scabs and blotches did him gall | F |
| Wi' bitter claw | F |
| An' lows'd his ill tongued wicked scaul | F |
| Was warst ava | J |
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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 | I |
| A certain Bardie's rantin drinkin | I |
| Some luckless hour will send him linkin | I |
| To your black pit | D |
| But faith he'll turn a corner jinkin | I |
| An' cheat you yet | D |
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| But fare you weel Auld Nickie ben | I |
| O wad ye tak a thought an' men' | I |
| Ye aiblins might I dinna ken | I |
| Still hae a stake | K |
| I'm wae to think upo' yon den | I |
| Ev'n for your sake | K |
Robert Burns
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