The Irish Peasant To His Mistress.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FFGGHH| Thro' grief and thro' danger thy smile hath cheered my way | A |
| Till hope seemed to bud from each thorn that round me lay | A |
| The darker our fortune the brighter our pure love burned | B |
| Till shame into glory till fear into zeal was turned | B |
| Yes slave as I was in thy arms my spirit felt free | C |
| And blest even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee | C |
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| Thy rival was honored while thou wert wronged and scorned | D |
| Thy crown was of briers while gold her brows adorned | D |
| She wooed me to temples while thou lay'st hid in caves | E |
| Her friends were all masters while thine alas were slaves | E |
| Yet cold in the earth at thy feet I would rather be | C |
| Than wed what I loved not or turn one thought from thee | C |
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| They slander thee sorely who say thy vows are frail | F |
| Hadst thou been a false one thy cheek had looked less pale | F |
| They say too so long thou hast worn those lingering chains | G |
| That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains | G |
| Oh foul is the slander no chain could that soul subdue | H |
| Where shineth thy spirit there liberty shineth too | H |
Thomas Moore
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