The Lover And Birds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCBDDC E FE GGE H IHICCH JKKJ LLJ M NMN OO PQR PSSPWithin a budding grove | A |
In April's ear sang every bird his best | B |
But not a song to pleasure my unrest | B |
Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love | C |
Some spake methought with pity some as if in jest | B |
To every word | D |
Of every bird | D |
I listen'd and replied as it behove | C |
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Scream'd Chaffinch 'Sweet sweet sweet | E |
Pretty lovey come and meet me here ' | - |
'Chaffinch ' quoth I 'be dumb awhile in fear | F |
Thy darling prove no better than a cheat | E |
And never come or fly when wintry days appear ' | - |
Yet from a twig | G |
With voice so big | G |
The little fowl his utterance did repeat | E |
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Then I 'The man forlorn | H |
Hears Earth send up a foolish noise aloft ' | - |
'And what'll he do What'll he do ' scoff'd | I |
The Blackbird standing in an ancient thorn | H |
Then spread his sooty wings and flitted to the croft | I |
With cackling laugh | C |
Whom I being half | C |
Enraged called after giving back his scorn | H |
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Worse mock'd the Thrush 'Die die | J |
Oh could he do it could he do it Nay | K |
Be quick be quick Here here here ' went his lay | K |
'Take heed take heed ' then 'Why why why why why | J |
See ee now see ee now ' he drawl'd 'Back back back R r r run away ' | - |
O Thrush be still | L |
Or at thy will | L |
Seek some less sad interpreter than I | J |
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'Air air blue air and white | M |
Whither I flee whither O whither O whither I flee ' | - |
Thus the Lark hurried mounting from the lea | N |
'Hills countries many waters glittering bright | M |
Whither I see whither I see deeper deeper deeper whither I see see | N |
see ' | - |
'Gay Lark ' I said | O |
'The song that's bred | O |
In happy nest may well to heaven make flight ' | - |
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'There's something something sad | P |
I half remember' piped a broken strain | Q |
Well sung sweet Robin Robin sung again | R |
'Spring's opening cheerily cheerily be we glad ' | - |
Which moved I wist not why me melancholy mad | P |
Till now grown meek | S |
With wetted cheek | S |
Most comforting and gentle thoughts I had | P |
William Allingham
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