Boat Glee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACDCE FGFGABBAA BHBHIJIJ KLKL MNMNFF OKOPQQ FRFRII SBBSSSSFSF HKKHHBBAHA FTFT EUDUVWVW SJSJBXBXB XHXHTITIYZ A2SA2SB2FB2FYY YSYSC2FD2D2F E2BE2BE2F2G2G2F2 SBSBSKSK ABABSKSK QBQBH2KH2K F2I2F2I2QF2QQI QXQXJ2QJ2QIThe song that lightens the languid way | A |
When brows are glowing | B |
And faint with rowing | B |
Is like the spell of Hope's airy lay | A |
To whose sound thro' life we stray | A |
The beams that flash on the oar awhile | C |
As we row along thro' the waves so clear | D |
Illume its spray like the fleeting smile | C |
That shines o'er sorrow's tear | E |
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Nothing is lost on him who sees | F |
With an eye that feeling gave | G |
For him there's a story in every breeze | F |
And a picture in every wave | G |
Then sing to lighten the languid way | A |
When brows are glowing | B |
And faint with rowing | B |
'Tis like the spell of Hope's airy lay | A |
To whose sound thro' life we stray | A |
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'Tis sweet to behold when the billows are sleeping | B |
Some gay colored bark moving gracefully by | H |
No damp on her deck but the eventide's weeping | B |
No breath in her sails but the summer wind's sigh | H |
Yet who would not turn with a fonder emotion | I |
To gaze on the life boat tho' rugged and worn | J |
Which often hath wafted o'er hills of the ocean | I |
The lost light of hope to the seaman forlorn | J |
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Oh grant that of those who in life's sunny slumber | K |
Around us like summer barks idly have played | L |
When storms are abroad we may find in the number | K |
One friend like the life boat to fly to our aid | L |
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When Lelia touched the lute | M |
Not then alone 'twas felt | N |
But when the sounds were mute | M |
In memory still they dwelt | N |
Sweet lute in nightly slumbers | F |
Still we heard thy morning numbers | F |
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Ah how could she who stole | O |
Such breath from simple wire | K |
Be led in pride of soul | O |
To string with gold her lyre | P |
Sweet lute thy chords she breaketh | Q |
Golden now the strings she waketh | Q |
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But where are all the tales | F |
Her lute so sweetly told | R |
In lofty themes she fails | F |
And soft ones suit not gold | R |
Rich lute we see thee glisten | I |
But alas no more we listen | I |
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Young Love lived once in a humble shed | S |
Where roses breathing | B |
And woodbines wreathing | B |
Around the lattice their tendrils spread | S |
As wild and sweet as the life he led | S |
His garden flourisht | S |
For young Hope nourisht | S |
The infant buds with beams and showers | F |
But lips tho' blooming must still be fed | S |
And not even Love can live on flowers | F |
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Alas that Poverty's evil eye | H |
Should e'er come hither | K |
Such sweets to wither | K |
The flowers laid down their heads to die | H |
And Hope fell sick as the witch drew nigh | H |
She came one morning | B |
Ere Love had warning | B |
And raised the latch where the young god lay | A |
Oh ho said Love is it you good by | H |
So he oped the window and flew away | A |
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Spirit of Joy thy altar lies | F |
In youthful hearts that hope like mine | T |
And 'tis the light of laughing eyes | F |
That leads us to thy fairy shrine | T |
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There if we find the sigh the tear | E |
They are not those to sorrow known | U |
But breathe so soft and drop so clear | D |
That bliss may claim them for her own | U |
Then give me give me while I weep | V |
The sanguine hope that brightens woe | W |
And teaches even our tears to keep | V |
The tinge of pleasure as they flow | W |
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The child who sees the dew of night | S |
Upon the spangled hedge at morn | J |
Attempts to catch the drops of light | S |
But wounds his finger with the thorn | J |
Thus oft the brightest joys we seek | B |
Are lost when touched and turned to pain | X |
The flush they kindle leaves the cheek | B |
The tears they waken long remain | X |
But give me give me etc | B |
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To sigh yet feel no pain | X |
To weep yet scarce know why | H |
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain | X |
Then throw it idly by | H |
To kneel at many a shrine | T |
Yet lay the heart on none | I |
To think all other charms divine | T |
But those we just have won | I |
This is love careless love | Y |
Such as kindleth hearts that rove | Z |
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To keep one sacred flame | A2 |
Thro' life unchilled unmoved | S |
To love in wintry age the same | A2 |
As first in youth we loved | S |
To feel that we adore | B2 |
To such refined excess | F |
That tho' the heart would break with more | B2 |
We could not live with less | F |
This is love faithful love | Y |
Such as saints might feel above | Y |
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Dear aunt in the olden time of love | Y |
When women like slaves were spurned | S |
A maid gave her heart as she would her glove | Y |
To be teased by a fop and returned | S |
But women grow wiser as men improve | C2 |
And tho' beaux like monkeys amuse us | F |
Oh think not we'd give such a delicate gem | D2 |
As the heart to be played with or sullied by them | D2 |
No dearest aunt excuse us | F |
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We may know by the head on Cupid's seal | E2 |
What impression the heart will take | B |
If shallow the head oh soon we feel | E2 |
What a poor impression 'twill make | B |
Tho' plagued Heaven knows by the foolish zeal | E2 |
Of the fondling fop who pursues me | F2 |
Oh think not I'd follow their desperate rule | G2 |
Who get rid of the folly by wedding the fool | G2 |
No dearest aunt excuse me | F2 |
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When Charles was deceived by the maid he loved | S |
We saw no cloud his brow o'er casting | B |
But proudly he smiled as if gay and unmoved | S |
Tho' the wound in his heart was deep and lasting | B |
And oft at night when the tempest rolled | S |
He sung as he paced the dark deck over | K |
Blow wind blow thou art not so cold | S |
As the heart of a maid that deceives her lover | K |
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Yet he lived with the happy and seemed to be gay | A |
Tho' the wound but sunk more deep for concealing | B |
And Fortune threw many a thorn in his way | A |
Which true to one anguish he trod without feeling | B |
And still by the frowning of Fate unsubdued | S |
He sung as if sorrow had placed him above her | K |
Frown Fate frown thou art not so rude | S |
As the heart of a maid that deceives her lover | K |
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At length his career found a close in death | Q |
The close he long wished to his cheerless roving | B |
For Victory shone on his latest breath | Q |
And he died in a cause of his heart's approving | B |
But still he remembered his sorrow and still | H2 |
He sung till the vision of life was over | K |
Come death come thou art not so chill | H2 |
As the heart of a maid that deceives her lover | K |
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When life looks lone and dreary | F2 |
What light can dispel the gloom | I2 |
When Time's swift wing grows weary | F2 |
What charm can refresh his plume | I2 |
'Tis woman whose sweetness beameth | Q |
O'er all that we feel or see | F2 |
And if man of heaven e'er dreameth | Q |
'Tis when he thinks purely of thee | Q |
O woman | I |
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Let conquerors fight for glory | Q |
Too dearly the meed they gain | X |
Let patriots live in story | Q |
Too often they die in vain | X |
Give kingdoms to those who choose 'em | J2 |
This world can offer to me | Q |
No throne like Beauty's bosom | J2 |
No freedom like serving thee | Q |
O woman | I |
Thomas Moore
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