The Race Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Race Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On the hill they are crowding together	A
In the stand they are crushing for room	B
Like midge flies they swarm on the heather	A
They gather like bees on the broom	B
They flutter like moths round a candle	C
Stale similes granted what then	D
I've got a stale subject to handle	C
A very stale stump of a pen	D
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Hark the shuffle of feet that are many	E
Of voices the many tongued clang	F
Has he had a bad night Has he any	E
Friends left How I hate your turf slang	F
'Tis stale to begin with not witty	E
But dull and inclined to be coarse	G
But bad men can't use more's the pity	E
Good words when they slate a good horse	G
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Heu heu quantus equis that's Latin	H
For bellows to mend with the weeds	I
They're off lights and shades silk and satin	H
A rainbow of riders and steeds	I
And one shows in front and another	A
Goes up and is seen in his place	J
Sic transit more Latin Oh bother	A
Let's get to the end of the race	J
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See they come round the last turn careering	K
Already Tait's colours are struck	L
And the green in the vanguard is steering	K
And the red's in the rear of the ruck	L
Are the stripes in the shade doom'd to lie long	M
Do the blue stars on white skies wax dim	N
Is it Tamworth or Smuggler 'Tis Bylong	M
That wins either Bylong or Tim	N
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As the shell through the breach that is riven	H
And sapp'd by the springing of mines	O
As the bolt from the thunder cloud driven	H
That levels the larches and pines	O
Through yon mass parti colour'd that dashes	P
Goal turn'd clad in many hued garb	Q
From rear to van surges and flashes	P
The yellow and black of The Barb	Q
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Past The Fly falling back on the right and	R
The Gull giving way on the left	S
Past Tamworth who feels the whip smite and	R
Whose sides by the rowels are cleft	S
Where Tim and the chestnut together	A
Still bear of the battle the brunt	T
As if eight stone twelve were a feather	A
He comes with a rush to the front	T
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Tim Whiffler may yet prove a Tartar	A
And Bylong's the horse that can stay	U
But Kean is in trouble and Carter	A
Is hard on the satin skinn'd bay	U
And The Barb comes away unextended	U
Hard held like a second Eclipse	V
While behind the hoof thunder is blended	U
With the whistling and crackling of whips	V
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Epilogue	M
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He wins yes he wins upon paper	A
He hasn't yet won upon turf	W
And these rhymes are but moonshine and vapour	A
Air bubbles and spume from the surf	W
So be it at least they are given	H
Free gratis for just what they're worth	X
And whatever there may be in heaven	H
There's little worth much upon earth	X
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When with satellites round them the centre	A
Of all eyes hard press'd by the crowd	U
The pair horse and rider re enter	A
The gate 'mid a shout long and loud	U
You may feel as you might feel just landed	U
Full length on the grass from the clip	Y
Of a vicious cross counter right handed	U
Or upper cut whizzing from hip	Y
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And that's not so bad if you're pick'd up	Z
Discreetly and carefully nursed	U
Loose teeth by the sponge are soon lick'd up	Z
And next time you MAY get home first	U
Still I'm not sure you'd like it exactly	E
Such tastes as a rule are acquired	U
And you'll find in a nutshell this fact lie	A2
Bruised optics are not much admired	U
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Do I bore you with vulgar allusions	B2
Forgive me I speak as I feel	C2
I've pondered and made my conclusions	B2
As the mill grinds the corn to the meal	C2
So man striving boldly but blindly	E
Ground piecemeal in Destiny's mill	D2
At his best taking punishment kindly	E
Is only a chopping block still	D2
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Are we wise Our abstruse calculations	B2
Are based on experience long	M
Are we sanguine Our high expectations	B2
Are founded on hope that is strong	M
Thus we build an air castle that crumbles	E2
And drifts till no traces remain	F2
And the fool builds again while he grumbles	E2
And the wise one laughs building again	D
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How came they to pass these rash blunders	G2
These false steps so hard to defend	U
Our friend puts the question and wonders	G2
We laugh and reply Ah my friend	U
Could you trace the first stride falsely taken	H
The distance misjudged where or how	H2
When you pick'd yourself up stunn'd and shaken	H
At the fence 'twixt the turf and the plough	H2
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In the jar of the panel rebounding	M
In the crash of the splintering wood	U
In the ears to the earth shock resounding	M
In the eyes flashing fire and blood	U
In the quarters above you revolving	M
In the sods underneath heaving high	A2
There was little to aid you in solving	M
Such questions the how or the why	A2
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And destiny steadfast in trifles	E2
Is steadfast for better or worse	I2
In great things it crushes and stifles	E2
And swallows the hopes that we nurse	I2
Men wiser than we are may wonder	A
When the future they cling to so fast	U
To the roll of that destiny's thunder	A
Goes down with the wrecks of the past	U
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The past the dead past that has swallow'd	U
All the honey of life and the milk	M
Brighter dreams than mere pastimes we've follow'd	U
Better things than our scarlet or silk	M
Aye and worse things that past is it really	E
Dead to us who again and again	D
Feel sharply hear plainly see clearly	E
Past days with their joy and their pain	F2
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Like corpses embalm'd and unburied	U
They lie and in spite of our will	D2
Our souls on the wings of thought carried	U
Revisit their sepulchres still	D2
Down the channels of mystery gliding	M
They conjure strange tales rarely read	U
Of the priests of dead Pharaohs presiding	M
At mystical feasts of the dead	U
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Weird pictures arise quaint devices	J2
Rude emblems baked funeral meats	K2
Strong incense rare wines and rich spices	J2
The ashes the shrouds and the sheets	K2
Does our thraldom fall short of completeness	L2
For the magic of a charnel house charm	M2
And the flavour of a poisonous sweetness	L2
And the odour of a poisonous balm	N2
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And the links of the past but no matter	A
For I'm getting beyond you I guess	O2
And you'll call me as mad as a hatter	A
If my thoughts I too freely express	O2
I subjoin a quotation pray learn it	U
And with the aid of your lexicon tell us	L2
The meaning thereof Res discernit	U
Sapiens quas confundit asellus	L2
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Already green hillocks are swelling	M
And combing white locks on the bar	A
Where a dull droning murmur is telling	M
Of winds that have gather'd afar	A
Thus we know not the day nor the morrow	A
Nor yet what the night may bring forth	P2
Nor the storm nor the sleep nor the sorrow	A
Nor the strife nor the rest nor the wrath	Q2
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Yet the skies are still tranquil and starlit	U
The sun 'twixt the wave and the west	U
Dies in purple and crimson and scarlet	U
And gold let us hope for the best	U
Since again from the earth his effulgence	L2
The darkness and damp dews shall wipe	R2
Kind reader extend your indulgence	L2
To this the last lay of The Pipe	R2