If" And "perhaps." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBD EFEF GHHH IJIJ KLKL MNMN ODOD DHDH PDPD DQDR OSTS| A | |
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| Oh tidings of freedom oh accents of hope | B |
| Waft waft them ye zephyrs to Erin's blue sea | C |
| And refresh with their sounds every son of the Pope | B |
| From Dingle a cooch to far Donaghadee | D |
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| If mutely the slave will endure and obey | E |
| Nor clanking his fetters nor breathing his pains | F |
| His masters perhaps at some far distant day | E |
| May think tender tyrants of loosening his chains | F |
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| Wise if and perhaps precious salve for our wounds | G |
| If he who would rule thus o'er manacled mutes | H |
| Could check the free spring tide of Mind that resounds | H |
| Even now at his feet like the sea at Canute's | H |
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| But no 'tis in vain the grand impulse is given | I |
| Man knows his high Charter and knowing will claim | J |
| And if ruin must follow where fetters are riven | I |
| Be theirs who have forged them the guilt and the shame | J |
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| If the slave will be silent vain Soldier beware | K |
| There is a dead silence the wronged may assume | L |
| When the feeling sent back from the lips in despair | K |
| But clings round the heart with a deadlier gloom | L |
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| When the blush that long burned on the suppliant's cheek | M |
| Gives place to the avenger's pale resolute hue | N |
| And the tongue that once threatened disdaining to speak | M |
| Consigns to the arm the high office to do | N |
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| If men in that silence should think of the hour | O |
| When proudly their fathers in panoply stood | D |
| Presenting alike a bold front work of power | O |
| To the despot on land and the foe on the flood | D |
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| That hour when a Voice had come forth from the west | D |
| To the slave bringing hopes to the tyrant alarms | H |
| And a lesson long lookt for was taught the opprest | D |
| That kings are as dust before freemen in arms | H |
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| If awfuller still the mute slave should recall | P |
| That dream of his boyhood when Freedom's sweet day | D |
| At length seemed to break thro' a long night of thrall | P |
| And Union and Hope went abroad in its ray | D |
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| If Fancy should tell him that Dayspring of Good | D |
| Tho' swiftly its light died away from his chain | Q |
| Tho' darkly it set in a nation's best blood | D |
| Now wants but invoking to shine out again | R |
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| If if I say breathings like these should come o'er | O |
| The chords of remembrance and thrill as they come | S |
| Then perhaps ay perhaps but I dare not say more | T |
| Thou hast willed that thy slaves should be mute I am dumb | S |
Thomas Moore
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