A Lifted Finger Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGG HHIIJJKKLLMMNNOO FFPP DQQRRSSTT UUVVWWXXYYZZA2A2What you whip rascals you whose gutter blood | A |
Bears in its dark dishonorable flood | A |
Enough of prison birds' prolific germs | B |
To serve a whole eternity of terms | B |
You for whose back the rods and cudgels strove | C |
Ere yet the ax had hewn them from the grove | C |
You the De Young whose splendor bright and brave | D |
Is phosphorescence from another's grave | D |
Till now unknown by any chance or luck | E |
Even to the hearts at which you feebly struck | E |
You whip a rascal out of office you | F |
Whose leadless weapon once ignobly blew | F |
Its smoke in six directions to assert | G |
Your lack of appetite for others' dirt | G |
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Practice makes perfect when for fame you thirst | H |
Then whip a rascal Whip a cripple first | H |
Or if for action you're less free than bold | I |
Your palms both brimming with dishonest gold | I |
Entrust the castigation that you've planned | J |
As once before to woman's idle hand | J |
So in your spirit shall two pleasures join | K |
To slake the sacred thirst for blood and coin | K |
Blood Souls have blood even as the body hath | L |
And spilled 'twill fertilize the field of wrath | L |
Lo in a purple gorge of yonder hills | M |
Where o'er a grave a bird its day song stills | M |
A woman's blood through roses ever red | N |
Mutely appeals for vengeance on your head | N |
Slandered to death to serve a sordid end | O |
She called you murderer and called me friend | O |
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Now mark you libeler this course if you | F |
Dare to maintain or rather to renew | F |
If one short year's immunity has made | P |
You blink again the perils of your trade | P |
The ghastly sequence of the maddened 'knave ' | - |
The hot encounter and the colder grave | D |
If the grim dismal lesson you ignore | Q |
While yet the stains are fresh upon your floor | Q |
And calmly march upon the fatal brink | R |
With eyes averted to your trail of ink | R |
Counting unkind the services of those | S |
Who pull to hold you back your stupid nose | S |
The day for you to die is not so far | T |
Or at the least to live the thing you are | T |
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Pregnant with possibilities of crime | U |
And full of felons for all coming time | U |
Your blood's too precious to be lightly spilt | V |
In testimony to a venial guilt | V |
Live to get whelpage and preserve a name | W |
No praise can sweeten and no lie unshame | W |
Live to fulfill the vision that I see | X |
Down the dim vistas of the time to be | X |
A dream of clattering beaks and burning eyes | Y |
Of hungry ravens glooming all the skies | Y |
A dream of gleaming teeth and foetid breath | Z |
Of jackals wrangling at the feast of death | Z |
A dream of broken necks and swollen tongues | A2 |
The whole world's gibbets loaded with De Youngs | A2 |
Ambrose Bierce
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