America Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHII JJKKLL MMNNOO MMMMPP QQRRMM SSTTFF| OH mother of a mighty race | A |
| Yet lovely in thy youthful grace | A |
| The elder dames thy haughty peers | B |
| Admire and hate thy blooming years | B |
| With words of shame | C |
| And taunts of scorn they join thy name | C |
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| For on thy cheeks the glow is spread | D |
| That tints thy morning hills with red | D |
| Thy step the wild deer s rustling feet | E |
| Within thy woods are not more fleet | E |
| Thy hopeful eye | F |
| Is bright as thine own sunny sky | F |
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| Ay let them rail those haughty ones | G |
| While safe thou dwellest with thy sons | G |
| They do not know how loved thou art | H |
| How many a fond and fearless heart | H |
| Would rise to throw | I |
| Its life between thee and the foe | I |
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| They know not in their hate and pride | J |
| What virtues with thy children bide | J |
| How true how good thy graceful maids | K |
| Make bright like flowers the valley shades | K |
| What generous men | L |
| Spring like thine oaks by hill and glen | L |
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| What cordial welcomes greet the guest | M |
| By thy lone rivers of the West | M |
| How faith is kept and truth revered | N |
| And man is loved and God is feared | N |
| In woodland homes | O |
| And where the ocean border foams | O |
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| There s freedom at thy gates and rest | M |
| For Earth s down trodden and opprest | M |
| A shelter for the hunted head | M |
| For the starved laborer toil and bread | M |
| Power at thy bounds | P |
| Stops and calls back his baffled hounds | P |
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| Oh fair young mother on thy brow | Q |
| Shall sit a nobler grace than now | Q |
| Deep in the brightness of the skies | R |
| The thronging years in glory rise | R |
| And as they fleet | M |
| Drop strength and riches at thy feet | M |
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| Thine eye with every coming hour | S |
| Shall brighten and thy form shall tower | S |
| And when thy sisters elder born | T |
| Would brand thy name with words of scorn | T |
| Before thine eye | F |
| Upon their lips the taunt shall die | F |
William Cullen Bryant
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