The Lost Path Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE FGFGHIHI JKJKBLBL

Air Gr dh mo chroidheA
-
-
I-
-
Sweet thoughts bright dreams my comfort beB
All comfort else has flownC
For every hope was false to meB
And here I am aloneC
What thoughts were mine in early youthD
Like some old Irish songE
Brimful of love and life and truthD
My spirit gushed alongE
-
-
II-
-
I hoped to right my native isleF
I hoped a soldier's fameG
I hoped to rest in woman's smileF
And win a minstrel's nameG
Oh little have I served my landH
No laurels press my browI
I have no woman's heart or handH
Nor minstrel honours nowI
-
-
III-
-
But fancy has a magic powerJ
It brings me wreath and crownK
And woman's love the self same hourJ
It smites oppression downK
Sweet thoughts bright dreams my comfort beB
I have no joy besideL
Oh throng around and be to meB
Power country fame and brideL

Thomas Osborne Davis



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about The Lost Path poem by Thomas Osborne Davis


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 3 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets