Say, What Shall Be Our Sport To-day? (sicilian Air.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH| Say what shall be our sport today | A |
| There's nothing on earth in sea or air | B |
| Too bright too high too wild too gay | A |
| For spirits like mine to dare | B |
| 'Tis like the returning bloom | C |
| Of those days alas gone by | D |
| When I loved each hour I scarce knew whom | C |
| And was blest I scarce knew why | D |
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| Ay those were days when life had wings | E |
| And flew oh flew so wild a height | F |
| That like the lark which sunward springs | E |
| 'Twas giddy with too much light | F |
| And tho' of some plumes bereft | G |
| With that sun too nearly set | H |
| I've enough of light and wing still left | G |
| For a few gay soarings yet | H |
Thomas Moore
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