Ellen Irwin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBBDD DEBFGGBB DDDDHHII DIDJKKLL DJMINNOO DIPIQQEE RISJCTUUFair Ellen Irwin when she sate | A |
Upon the braes of Kirtle | B |
Was lovely as a Grecian maid | C |
Adorned with wreaths of myrtle | B |
Young Adam Bruce beside her lay | B |
And there did they beguile the day | B |
With love and gentle speeches | D |
Beneath the budding beeches | D |
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From many knights and many squires | D |
The Bruce had been selected | E |
And Gordon fairest of them all | B |
By Ellen was rejected | F |
Sad tidings to that noble Youth | G |
For it may be proclaimed with truth | G |
If Bruce hath loved sincerely | B |
That Gordon loves as dearly | B |
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But what are Gordon's form and face | D |
His shattered hopes and crosses | D |
To them 'mid Kirtle's pleasant braes | D |
Reclined on flowers and mosses | D |
Alas that ever he was born | H |
The Gordon couched behind a thorn | H |
Sees them and their caressing | I |
Beholds them blest and blessing | I |
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Proud Gordon maddened by the thoughts | D |
That through his brain are travelling | I |
Rushed forth and at the heart of Bruce | D |
He launched a deadly javelin | J |
Fair Ellen saw it as it came | K |
And starting up to meet the same | K |
Did with her body cover | L |
The Youth her chosen lover | L |
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And falling into Bruce's arms | D |
Thus died the beauteous Ellen | J |
Thus from the heart of her True love | M |
The mortal spear repelling | I |
And Bruce as soon as he had slain | N |
The Gordon sailed away to Spain | N |
And fought with rage incessant | O |
Against the Moorish crescent | O |
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But many days and many months | D |
And many years ensuing | I |
This wretched Knight did vainly seek | P |
The death that he was wooing | I |
So coming his last help to crave | Q |
Heart broken upon Ellen's grave | Q |
His body he extended | E |
And there his sorrow ended | E |
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Now ye who willingly have heard | R |
The tale I have been telling | I |
May in Kirkconnel churchyard view | S |
The grave of lovely Ellen | J |
By Ellen's side the Bruce is laid | C |
And for the stone upon his head | T |
May no rude hand deface it | U |
And its forlorn Hie jacet | U |
William Wordsworth
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