To A Mountain Daisy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCDCD EEEEEE FGFHGH EEEIEI EEEJEJ EEEEEE EEECEC IIIKIK EEELEL| ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH IN APRIL | A |
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| Wee modest crimson tipped flow'r | B |
| Thou's met me in an evil hour | C |
| For I maun crush amang the stoure | C |
| Thy slender stem | D |
| To spare thee now is past my pow'r | C |
| Thou bonie gem | D |
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| Alas it's no thy neebor sweet | E |
| The bonie lark companion meet | E |
| Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet | E |
| Wi' spreckled breast | E |
| When upward springing blithe to greet | E |
| The purpling east | E |
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| Cauld blew the bitter biting north | F |
| Upon thy early humble birth | G |
| Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth | F |
| Amid the storm | H |
| Scarce reared above the parent earth | G |
| Thy tender form | H |
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| The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield | E |
| High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield | E |
| But thou beneath the random bield | E |
| O' clod or stane | I |
| Adorns the histie stibble field | E |
| Unseen alane | I |
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| There in thy scanty mantle clad | E |
| Thy snawy bosom sunward spread | E |
| Thou lifts thy unassuming head | E |
| In humble guise | J |
| But now the share uptears thy bed | E |
| And low thou lies | J |
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| Such is the fate of artless Maid | E |
| Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade | E |
| By love's simplicity betrayed | E |
| And guileless trust | E |
| Till she like thee all soiled is laid | E |
| Low i' the dust | E |
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| Such is the fate of simple Bard | E |
| On Life's rough ocean luckless starred | E |
| Unskilful he to note the card | E |
| Of prudent lore | C |
| Till billows rage and gales blow hard | E |
| And whelm him o'er | C |
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| Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n | I |
| Who long with wants and woes has striv'n | I |
| By human pride or cunning driv'n | I |
| To mis'ry's brink | K |
| Till wrenched of ev'ry stay but Heav'n | I |
| He ruined sink | K |
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| Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate | E |
| That fate is thine no distant date | E |
| Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate | E |
| Full on thy bloom | L |
| Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight | E |
| Shall be thy doom | L |
Robert Burns
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