Exile Of Erin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DDDE EFEF GGGE DEDE FFFE HIHI EEEI CECE DDDE| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin | A |
| The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill | B |
| For his country he sign'd when at twilight repairing | C |
| To wander alone by the wind beaten hill | B |
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| But the day star attracted his eye's sad devotion | D |
| For it rose o'er his own native isle fo the ocean | D |
| Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion | D |
| He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh | E |
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| Sad is my fate said the heart broken stranger | E |
| The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee | F |
| But I have no refuge from famine and danger | E |
| A home and a country remain not to me | F |
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| Never again in my green sunny bowers | G |
| Where my forefathers lived shall I spend the sweet hours | G |
| Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers | G |
| And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh | E |
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| Erin my country though sad and forsaken | D |
| In dreams I revisit thy sea beaten shore | E |
| But alas in a far foreign land I awaken | D |
| And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more | E |
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| Oh curel fate wilt thou never replace me | F |
| In a mansion of peace where no perils can chase me | F |
| Never again shall my brothers embrace me | F |
| They died to defend me or live to deplore | E |
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| Where is my cabin door fast by the wild wood | H |
| Sisters and sire did ye weep for its fall | I |
| Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood | H |
| And where ist the bosom friend dearer than all | I |
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| Oh my sad heart long abandon'd by pleasure | E |
| Why did it dote on a fast fading treasure | E |
| Tears like the rain drop may fall without measure | E |
| But rapture and beauty they cannot recal | I |
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| Yet all its sad recollections suppressing | C |
| One dying wish my lone bosom can draw | E |
| Erin an exile bequeaths thee his blessing | C |
| Land of my forefathers Erin go bragh | E |
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| Buried and cold when my heart stills her motion | D |
| Green by the fields sweetest isle of the ocean | D |
| And thy harp striking bards sind aloud with devotion | D |
| Erin mavournin Erin go bragh | E |
Thomas Campbell
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