The Lass Of Cessnock Banks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BBBB CBDB BBBB EBEB FBGB HBHB IBIB BBBB JBKB LBLB MBMB NBOB PBPBOn Cessnock banks a lassie dwells | A |
Could I describe her shape and mien | B |
Our lasses a' she far excels | A |
An she has twa sparkling rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish een | B |
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Her hair is like the curling mist | F |
That climbs the mountain sides at e'en | B |
When flower reviving rains are past | G |
An she has twa sparkling rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish 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 rogueish een | B |
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Her breath is like the fragrant breeze | M |
That gently stirs the blossom'd bean | B |
When Phoebus sinks behind the seas | M |
An she has twa sparkling rogueish een | B |
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Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush | N |
That sings on Cessnock banks unseen | B |
While his mate sits nestling in the bush | O |
An she has twa sparkling rogueish een | B |
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But it's not her air her form her face | P |
Tho matching Beauty's fabled Queen | B |
'Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace | P |
An chiefly in her rogueish een | B |
Robert Burns
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