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 QXQXJ2QJ2QI| The 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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