Poetical Address To Mr. W. Tytler, With The Present Of The Bard's Picture. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFEF GHIH JKLK MNMN OPOP QRQR ESES| Revered defender of beauteous Stuart | A |
| Of Stuart a name once respected | B |
| A name which to love was once mark of a true heart | C |
| But now 'tis despis'd and neglected | D |
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| Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye | E |
| Let no one misdeem me disloyal | F |
| A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh | E |
| Still more if that wand'rer were royal | F |
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| My fathers that name have rever'd on a throne | G |
| My fathers have fallen to right it | H |
| Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son | I |
| That name should he scoffingly slight it | H |
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| Still in prayers for King George I most heartily join | J |
| The Queen and the rest of the gentry | K |
| Be they wise be they foolish is nothing of mine | L |
| Their title's avow'd by my country | K |
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| But why of that epocha make such a fuss | M |
| That gave us th' Electoral stem | N |
| If bringing them over was lucky for us | M |
| I'm sure 'twas as lucky for them | N |
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| But loyalty truce we're on dangerous ground | O |
| Who knows how the fashions may alter | P |
| The doctrine to day that is loyalty sound | O |
| To morrow may bring us a halter | P |
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| I send you a trifle the head of a bard | Q |
| A trifle scarce worthy your care | R |
| But accept it good Sir as a mark of regard | Q |
| Sincere as a saint's dying prayer | R |
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| Now life's chilly evening dim shades on your eye | E |
| And ushers the long dreary night | S |
| But you like the star that athwart gilds the sky | E |
| Your course to the latest is bright | S |
Robert Burns
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