Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABAB BBBB CBDB BBBB EBEB FBGB HBHB IBIB BBBB JBKB LBLB ABAB MBNB ABAB| A Song of Similes | A |
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| Tune 'If he be a Butcher neat and trim ' | - |
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| On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells | A |
| Could I describe her shape and mein | B |
| Our lasses a' she far excels | A |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| She's sweeter than the morning dawn | B |
| When rising Phoebus first is seen | B |
| And dew drops twinkle o'er the lawn | B |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| She's stately like yon youthful ash | C |
| That grows the cowslip braes between | B |
| And drinks the stream with vigour fresh | D |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn | B |
| With flow'rs so white and leaves so green | B |
| When purest in the dewy morn | B |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her looks are like the vernal May | E |
| When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene | B |
| While birds rejoice on every spray | E |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her hair is like the curling mist | F |
| That climbs the mountain sides at e'en | B |
| When flow'r reviving rains are past | G |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her forehead's like the show'ry bow | H |
| When gleaming sunbeams intervene | B |
| And gild the distant mountain's brow | H |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem | I |
| The pride of all the flowery scene | B |
| Just opening on its thorny stem | I |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her bosom's like the nightly snow | B |
| When pale the morning rises keen | B |
| While hid the murm'ring streamlets flow | B |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her lips are like yon cherries ripe | J |
| That sunny walls from Boreas screen | B |
| They tempt the taste and charm the sight | K |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her teeth are like a flock of sheep | L |
| With fleeces newly washen clean | B |
| That slowly mount the rising steep | L |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her breath is like the fragrant breeze | A |
| That gently stirs the blossom'd bean | B |
| When Phoebus sinks behind the seas | A |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush | M |
| That sings on Cessnock banks unseen | B |
| While his mate sits nestling in the bush | N |
| An' she has twa sparkling roguish een | B |
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| But it's not her air her form her face | A |
| Tho' matching beauty's fabled queen | B |
| 'Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace | A |
| An' chiefly in her roguish een | B |
Robert Burns
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