On Seeing A Wounded Hare Limp By Me, Which A Fellow Had Just Shot. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC EFFE GHHG| Inhuman man curse on thy barb'rous art | A |
| And blasted be thy murder aiming eye | B |
| May never pity soothe thee with a sigh | B |
| Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart | A |
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| Go live poor wanderer of the wood and field | C |
| The bitter little that of life remains | D |
| No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains | D |
| To thee shall home or food or pastime yield | C |
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| Seek mangled wretch some place of wonted rest | E |
| No more of rest but now thy dying bed | F |
| The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy head | F |
| The cold earth with thy bloody bosom prest | E |
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| Oft as by winding Nith I musing wait | G |
| The sober eve or hail the cheerful dawn | H |
| I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn | H |
| And curse the ruffian's aim and mourn thy hapless fate | G |
Robert Burns
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