Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCADEDEFGHG IHJKLLLMLMBELE BBFLLNOAPAACBQ RRASTALMLMBBLB EELRMLLLLLUEVE VVAWWALFLFNAEA FFLCCLXAXAYMRR ZZLVVLLBLBLCLC QQMLLMQLQLEIHR MRAZZA2LALAZBB2B AABBBBC2LC2LBLBL| WHILE winds frae aff Ben Lomond blaw | A |
| An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw | B |
| An' hing us owre the ingle | A |
| I set me down to pass the time | C |
| An' spin a verse or twa o' rhyme | C |
| In hamely westlin jingle | A |
| While frosty winds blaw in the drift | D |
| Ben to the chimla lug | E |
| I grudge a wee the great folk's gift | D |
| That live sae bien an' snug | E |
| I tent less and want less | F |
| Their roomy fire side | G |
| But hanker and canker | H |
| To see their cursed pride | G |
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| It's hardly in a body's pow'r | I |
| To keep at times frae being sour | H |
| To see how things are shar'd | J |
| How best o' chiels are whiles in want | K |
| While coofs on countless thousands rant | L |
| And ken na how to wair't | L |
| But Davie lad ne'er fash your head | L |
| Tho' we hae little gear | M |
| We're fit to win our daily bread | L |
| As lang's we're hale and fier | M |
| Mair spier na nor fear na | B |
| Auld age ne'er mind a feg | E |
| The last o't the warst o't | L |
| Is only but to beg | E |
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| To lie in kilns and barns at e'en | B |
| When banes are craz'd and bluid is thin | B |
| Is doubtless great distress | F |
| Yet then content could make us blest | L |
| Ev'n then sometimes we'd snatch a taste | L |
| Of truest happiness | N |
| The honest heart that's free frae a' | O |
| Intended fraud or guile | A |
| However Fortune kick the ba' | P |
| Has aye some cause to smile | A |
| An' mind still you'll find still | A |
| A comfort this nae sma' | C |
| Nae mair then we'll care then | B |
| Nae farther can we fa' | Q |
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| What tho' like commoners of air | R |
| We wander out we know not where | R |
| But either house or hal' | A |
| Yet nature's charms the hills and woods | S |
| The sweeping vales and foaming floods | T |
| Are free alike to all | A |
| In days when daisies deck the ground | L |
| And blackbirds whistle clear | M |
| With honest joy our hearts will bound | L |
| To see the coming year | M |
| On braes when we please then | B |
| We'll sit an' sowth a tune | B |
| Syne rhyme till't we'll time till't | L |
| An' sing't when we hae done | B |
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| It's no in titles nor in rank | E |
| It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank | E |
| To purchase peace and rest | L |
| It's no in makin' muckle mair | R |
| It's no in books it's no in lear | M |
| To make us truly blest | L |
| If happiness hae not her seat | L |
| An' centre in the breast | L |
| We may be wise or rich or great | L |
| But never can be blest | L |
| Nae treasures nor pleasures | U |
| Could make us happy lang | E |
| The heart aye's the part aye | V |
| That makes us right or wrang | E |
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| Think ye that sic as you and I | V |
| Wha drudge an' drive thro' wet and dry | V |
| Wi' never ceasing toil | A |
| Think ye are we less blest than they | W |
| Wha scarcely tent us in their way | W |
| As hardly worth their while | A |
| Alas how aft in haughty mood | L |
| God's creatures they oppress | F |
| Or else neglecting a' that's guid | L |
| They riot in excess | F |
| Baith careless and fearless | N |
| Of either heaven or hell | A |
| Esteeming and deeming | E |
| It's a' an idle tale | A |
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| Then let us cheerfu' acquiesce | F |
| Nor make our scanty pleasures less | F |
| By pining at our state | L |
| And even should misfortunes come | C |
| I here wha sit hae met wi' some | C |
| An's thankfu' for them yet | L |
| They gie the wit of age to youth | X |
| They let us ken oursel' | A |
| They make us see the naked truth | X |
| The real guid and ill | A |
| Tho' losses an' crosses | Y |
| Be lessons right severe | M |
| There's wit there ye'll get there | R |
| Ye'll find nae other where | R |
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| But tent me Davie ace o' hearts | Z |
| To say aught less wad wrang the cartes | Z |
| And flatt'ry I detest | L |
| This life has joys for you and I | V |
| An' joys that riches ne'er could buy | V |
| An' joys the very best | L |
| There's a' the pleasures o' the heart | L |
| The lover an' the frien' | B |
| Ye hae your Meg your dearest part | L |
| And I my darling Jean | B |
| It warms me it charms me | L |
| To mention but her name | C |
| It heats me it beets me | L |
| An' sets me a' on flame | C |
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| O all ye Pow'rs who rule above | Q |
| O Thou whose very self art love | Q |
| Thou know'st my words sincere | M |
| The life blood streaming thro' my heart | L |
| Or my more dear immortal part | L |
| Is not more fondly dear | M |
| When heart corroding care and grief | Q |
| Deprive my soul of rest | L |
| Her dear idea brings relief | Q |
| And solace to my breast | L |
| Thou Being All seeing | E |
| O hear my fervent pray'r | I |
| Still take her and make her | H |
| Thy most peculiar care | R |
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| All hail ye tender feelings dear | M |
| The smile of love the friendly tear | R |
| The sympathetic glow | A |
| Long since this world's thorny ways | Z |
| Had number'd out my weary days | Z |
| Had it not been for you | A2 |
| Fate still has blest me with a friend | L |
| In ev'ry care and ill | A |
| And oft a more endearing band | L |
| A tie more tender still | A |
| It lightens it brightens | Z |
| The tenebrific scene | B |
| To meet with and greet with | B2 |
| My Davie or my Jean | B |
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| O how that name inspires my style | A |
| The words come skelpin rank an' file | A |
| Amaist before I ken | B |
| The ready measure rins as fine | B |
| As Phoebus an' the famous Nine | B |
| Were glowrin owre my pen | B |
| My spaviet Pegasus will limp | C2 |
| Till ance he's fairly het | L |
| And then he'll hilch and stilt an' jimp | C2 |
| And rin an unco fit | L |
| But least then the beast then | B |
| Should rue this hasty ride | L |
| I'll light now and dight now | B |
| His sweaty wizen'd hide | L |
Robert Burns
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