Poem On Pastoral Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAB CCCDCE BBBFBF BBBBBB GHHBHB IIIJIJ BBBKBK BBBLBL KKKMKN| wds hae swerv'd | A |
| Frae common sense or sunk enerv'd | A |
| 'Mang heaps o' clavers | B |
| And och o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd | A |
| 'Mid a' thy favours | B |
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| Say Lassie why thy train amang | C |
| While loud the trump's heroic clang | C |
| And sock or buskin skelp alang | C |
| To death or marriage | D |
| Scarce ane has tried the shepherd sang | C |
| But wi' miscarriage | E |
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| In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives | B |
| Eschylus' pen Will Shakespeare drives | B |
| Wee Pope the knurlin' till him rives | B |
| Horatian fame | F |
| In thy sweet sang Barbauld survives | B |
| Even Sappho's flame | F |
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| But thee Theocritus wha matches | B |
| They're no herd's ballats Maro's catches | B |
| Squire Pope but busks his skinklin' patches | B |
| O' heathen tatters | B |
| I pass by hunders nameless wretches | B |
| That ape their betters | B |
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| In this braw age o' wit and lear | G |
| Will nane the Shepherd's whistle mair | H |
| Blaw sweetly in its native air | H |
| And rural grace | B |
| And wi' the far fam'd Grecian share | H |
| A rival place | B |
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| Yes there is ane a Scottish callan | I |
| There's ane come forrit honest Allan | I |
| Thou need na jouk behint the hallan | I |
| A chiel sae clever | J |
| The teeth o' time may gnaw Tantallan | I |
| But thou's for ever | J |
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| Thou paints auld Nature to the nines | B |
| In thy sweet Caledonian lines | B |
| Nae gowden stream thro' myrtle twines | B |
| Where Philomel | K |
| While nightly breezes sweep the vines | B |
| Her griefs will tell | K |
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| In gowany glens thy burnie strays | B |
| Where bonie lasses bleach their claes | B |
| Or trots by hazelly shaws and braes | B |
| Wi' hawthorns gray | L |
| Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays | B |
| At close o' day | L |
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| Thy rural loves are Nature's sel' | K |
| Nae bombast spates o' nonsense swell | K |
| Nae snap conceits but that sweet spell | K |
| O' witchin love | M |
| That charm that can the strongest quell | K |
| The sternest move | N |
Robert Burns
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