Boat Glee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The song that lightens the languid wayA
When brows are glowingB
And faint with rowingB
Is like the spell of Hope's airy layA
To whose sound thro' life we strayA
The beams that flash on the oar awhileC
As we row along thro' the waves so clearD
Illume its spray like the fleeting smileC
That shines o'er sorrow's tearE
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Nothing is lost on him who seesF
With an eye that feeling gaveG
For him there's a story in every breezeF
And a picture in every waveG
Then sing to lighten the languid wayA
When brows are glowingB
And faint with rowingB
'Tis like the spell of Hope's airy layA
To whose sound thro' life we strayA
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'Tis sweet to behold when the billows are sleepingB
Some gay colored bark moving gracefully byH
No damp on her deck but the eventide's weepingB
No breath in her sails but the summer wind's sighH
Yet who would not turn with a fonder emotionI
To gaze on the life boat tho' rugged and wornJ
Which often hath wafted o'er hills of the oceanI
The lost light of hope to the seaman forlornJ
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Oh grant that of those who in life's sunny slumberK
Around us like summer barks idly have playedL
When storms are abroad we may find in the numberK
One friend like the life boat to fly to our aidL
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When Lelia touched the luteM
Not then alone 'twas feltN
But when the sounds were muteM
In memory still they dweltN
Sweet lute in nightly slumbersF
Still we heard thy morning numbersF
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Ah how could she who stoleO
Such breath from simple wireK
Be led in pride of soulO
To string with gold her lyreP
Sweet lute thy chords she breakethQ
Golden now the strings she wakethQ
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But where are all the talesF
Her lute so sweetly toldR
In lofty themes she failsF
And soft ones suit not goldR
Rich lute we see thee glistenI
But alas no more we listenI
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Young Love lived once in a humble shedS
Where roses breathingB
And woodbines wreathingB
Around the lattice their tendrils spreadS
As wild and sweet as the life he ledS
His garden flourishtS
For young Hope nourishtS
The infant buds with beams and showersF
But lips tho' blooming must still be fedS
And not even Love can live on flowersF
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Alas that Poverty's evil eyeH
Should e'er come hitherK
Such sweets to witherK
The flowers laid down their heads to dieH
And Hope fell sick as the witch drew nighH
She came one morningB
Ere Love had warningB
And raised the latch where the young god layA
Oh ho said Love is it you good byH
So he oped the window and flew awayA
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Spirit of Joy thy altar liesF
In youthful hearts that hope like mineT
And 'tis the light of laughing eyesF
That leads us to thy fairy shrineT
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There if we find the sigh the tearE
They are not those to sorrow knownU
But breathe so soft and drop so clearD
That bliss may claim them for her ownU
Then give me give me while I weepV
The sanguine hope that brightens woeW
And teaches even our tears to keepV
The tinge of pleasure as they flowW
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The child who sees the dew of nightS
Upon the spangled hedge at mornJ
Attempts to catch the drops of lightS
But wounds his finger with the thornJ
Thus oft the brightest joys we seekB
Are lost when touched and turned to painX
The flush they kindle leaves the cheekB
The tears they waken long remainX
But give me give me etcB
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To sigh yet feel no painX
To weep yet scarce know whyH
To sport an hour with Beauty's chainX
Then throw it idly byH
To kneel at many a shrineT
Yet lay the heart on noneI
To think all other charms divineT
But those we just have wonI
This is love careless loveY
Such as kindleth hearts that roveZ
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To keep one sacred flameA2
Thro' life unchilled unmovedS
To love in wintry age the sameA2
As first in youth we lovedS
To feel that we adoreB2
To such refined excessF
That tho' the heart would break with moreB2
We could not live with lessF
This is love faithful loveY
Such as saints might feel aboveY
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Dear aunt in the olden time of loveY
When women like slaves were spurnedS
A maid gave her heart as she would her gloveY
To be teased by a fop and returnedS
But women grow wiser as men improveC2
And tho' beaux like monkeys amuse usF
Oh think not we'd give such a delicate gemD2
As the heart to be played with or sullied by themD2
No dearest aunt excuse usF
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We may know by the head on Cupid's sealE2
What impression the heart will takeB
If shallow the head oh soon we feelE2
What a poor impression 'twill makeB
Tho' plagued Heaven knows by the foolish zealE2
Of the fondling fop who pursues meF2
Oh think not I'd follow their desperate ruleG2
Who get rid of the folly by wedding the foolG2
No dearest aunt excuse meF2
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When Charles was deceived by the maid he lovedS
We saw no cloud his brow o'er castingB
But proudly he smiled as if gay and unmovedS
Tho' the wound in his heart was deep and lastingB
And oft at night when the tempest rolledS
He sung as he paced the dark deck overK
Blow wind blow thou art not so coldS
As the heart of a maid that deceives her loverK
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Yet he lived with the happy and seemed to be gayA
Tho' the wound but sunk more deep for concealingB
And Fortune threw many a thorn in his wayA
Which true to one anguish he trod without feelingB
And still by the frowning of Fate unsubduedS
He sung as if sorrow had placed him above herK
Frown Fate frown thou art not so rudeS
As the heart of a maid that deceives her loverK
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At length his career found a close in deathQ
The close he long wished to his cheerless rovingB
For Victory shone on his latest breathQ
And he died in a cause of his heart's approvingB
But still he remembered his sorrow and stillH2
He sung till the vision of life was overK
Come death come thou art not so chillH2
As the heart of a maid that deceives her loverK
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When life looks lone and drearyF2
What light can dispel the gloomI2
When Time's swift wing grows wearyF2
What charm can refresh his plumeI2
'Tis woman whose sweetness beamethQ
O'er all that we feel or seeF2
And if man of heaven e'er dreamethQ
'Tis when he thinks purely of theeQ
O womanI
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Let conquerors fight for gloryQ
Too dearly the meed they gainX
Let patriots live in storyQ
Too often they die in vainX
Give kingdoms to those who choose 'emJ2
This world can offer to meQ
No throne like Beauty's bosomJ2
No freedom like serving theeQ
O womanI

Thomas Moore



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