A Silurian Holiday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH EIE JKLK BMBM| 'Tis Master Fitch the editor | A |
| He takes an holiday | B |
| Now wherefore venerable sir | A |
| So resolutely gay | B |
| - | |
| He lifts his head he laughs aloud | C |
| Odzounds 'tis drear to see | D |
| 'Because the Boodle Scribbler crowd | C |
| Will soon be far from me | D |
| - | |
| 'Full many a year I've striven well | E |
| To freeze the caitiffs out | F |
| By making this good town a Hell | E |
| But still they hang about | F |
| - | |
| 'They maken mouths and eke they grin | G |
| At the dollar limit game | H |
| And they are holpen in that sin | G |
| By many a wicked dame | H |
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| 'In sylvan bowers hence I'll dwell | E |
| My bruised mind to ease | I |
| Farewell ye urban scenes farewell | E |
| Hail unfamiliar trees ' | - |
| - | |
| Forth Master Fitch did bravely hie | J |
| And all the country folk | K |
| Besought him that he come not nigh | L |
| The deadly poison oak | K |
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| He smiled a cheerful smile the day | B |
| Was straightway overcast | M |
| The poison oak along his way | B |
| Was blighted as he passed | M |
Ambrose Bierce
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