Aspirants Three Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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DRAMATIS PERSONAEA
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QUICKB
DE YOUNG a Brother to MushroomsC
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DEADD
SWIFT an HeirloomE
ESTEE a RelicB
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IMMORTALSF
THE SPIRIT OF BROKEN HOPES THE AUTHORG
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MISCELLANEOUSH
A TROUPE OF COFFINS THE MOON VARIOUS COLORED FIRESI
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Scene The Political Graveyard at Bone MountainJ
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DE YOUNGK
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This is the spot agreed upon Here restL
The sainted statesman who upon the fieldM
Of honor have at various times laid downN
Their own and ended ignominiousH
Their lives political About me loO
Their silent headstones gilded by the moonP
Half full and near her setting midnight HarkQ
Through the white mists of this portentous nightR
Which throng in moving shapes about my wayA
As they were ghosts of candidates I've slainS
To fray their murderer my open earT
Spacious to maw the noises of the worldU
Engulfs a footstepV
Enter Estee from his tombE
Ah 'tis he my foeO
True to appointment and so here we fightR
Though truly 'twas my firm belief that heW
Would send regrets or I had not been hereT
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ESTEEW
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O moon that hast so oft surprised the deedsX
Whereby I rose to greatness tricksy orbY
The type and symbol of my politicsZ
Now draw my ebbing fortunes to their floodA2
As by the magic of a poultice boilsB2
That burn ambitions with defeated firesI
Are lifted into eminenceC2
Sees De YoungK
What youD2
Faith if I had suspected you would comeE2
From the fair world of politics whereinF2
So lately you were whelped and which alasG2
I vainly to revisit strive though stillH2
Rapped on the rotting head and bidden sleepI2
Till Resurrection's morn if I had thoughtJ2
You would accept the challenge that I flungK
I would have seen you damned ere I came forthK2
In the night air shroud clad and shiveringL2
To fight so mean a thing But since you're hereT
Draw and defend yourself By gad we'll seeW
Who'll be Postmaster GeneralM2
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DE YOUNGK
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We willH2
I'll fight for I am lame with any blueD2
And redolent remain that dares aspireN2
To wreck the Grand Old Grandson's cabinetO2
Here's at you nosegayK
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They draw tongues and are about to fight when from anP2
adjacent whited sepulcher enter SwiftQ2
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SWIFTQ2
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Hold put up your tonguesR2
Within the confines of this sacred spotS2
Broods such a holy calm as none may breakK
By clash of weapons without sacrilegeT2
Beats down their tongues with a boneU2
Madmen what profits it For though you foughtJ2
With such heroic skill that both survivedV2
Yet neither should achieve the prize for IW2
Would wrest it from him Let us not contendX2
But friendliwise by stipulation fixZ
A slate for mutual advantage WhyW2
Having the pick and choice of seats should weW
Forego them all but one Nay we'll take threeW
And part them so among us that to eachY2
Shall fall the fittest to his powers In briefZ2
Let us establish a Portfolio TrustA3
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ESTEEW
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AgreedB3
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DE YOUNGK
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Aye truly 'tis a greed and oneJ
The offices imperfectly will sateC3
But I'll stand inF2
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SWIFTQ2
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Well so 'tis understoodD3
As you're the junior member of the TrustA3
Politically younger and undeadA3
Speak Michael what portfolio do you chooseE3
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DE YOUNGK
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I've thought the Postal service best would serveF3
My interest but since I have my pickK
I'll take the War Department It is knownU2
Throughout the world from Market street to PineG3
For a Chicago journal told the taleH3
How in this hand I lately took my lifeI3
And marched against great Buckley thunderingK
My mandate that he count the ballots fairJ3
Earth heard and shrank to half her size Yon moonP
Which rivaled then a liver's whiteness pausedA3
That night at Butchertown and daubed her faceK3
With sheep's blood Then my serried rank I drewD2
Back to my stronghold without loss To markK
My care in saving human life and limbL3
The Peace Society bestowed on meW
Its leather medal and the title tooD2
Of Colonel Yes my genius is for war Good landA3
I naturally dote on a brass bandA3
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SingsM3
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O give me a life on the tented fieldA3
Where the cannon roar and ringK
Where the flag floats free and the foemen yieldA3
And bleed as the bullets singK
But be it not mine to wage the frayA
Where matters are ordered the other wayA
For that is a different thingK
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O give me a life in the fierce campaignS
Let it be the life of my foeO
I'd rather fall upon him than the plainS
That service I'd fain foregoO
O a warrior's life is fine and freeW
But a warrior's death ah me ah meW
That's a different thing you knowO
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ESTEEW
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Some claim I might myself advance to thatA3
Portfolio When Rebellion raised its headA3
And you my friends stayed meekly in your shirtsN3
I marched with banners to the party stumpO3
Spat on my hands made faces fierce as deathP3
Shook my two fists at once and introducedA3
Brave resolutions terrible to readA3
Nay only recently as you do knowO
I conquered Treason by the word of mouthQ3
And slew with Samson's weapon the whole SouthQ3
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SWIFTA3
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You once fought Stanford tooD2
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ESTEEW
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Enough of thatA3
Give me the Interior and I'll devoteA3
My mind to agriculture and improveR3
The breed of cabbages especiallyW
The Brassica Celeritatis namedA3
For you because in days of long agoO
You sold it at your market stall and faithS3
'Tis said you were an honest huckster thenT3
I'll be Attorney General if youD2
Prefer for know I am a lawyer tooD2
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SWIFTA3
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I never have heard that did you De YoungK
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DE YOUNGK
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Never so help me And I swear I've heardA3
A score of Judges say that he is notA3
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SWIFT to EsteeW
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You take the Interior I might aspireN2
To military station too for onceC2
I led my party into Pixley's campU3
And he paroled me I defended tooD2
The State of Oregon against the sharpV3
And bloody tooth of the Australian sheepI2
But I've an aptitude exceeding neatA3
For bloodless battles of diplomacyW
My cobweb treaty of Exclusion onceC2
Through which a hundred thousand coolies sailedA3
Was much admired but most by Colonel BeeW
Though born a tinker I'm a diplomatA3
From old Missouri and I ha what's thatA3
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Exit Moon Enter Blue Lights on all the tombs and a circle of Red Fire on the grass in the center the Spirit of Broken Hopes and round about a Troupe of Coffins dancing and singingK
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CHORUS OF COFFINSW3
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Two bodies dead and one aliveX3
Yo ho merrily allY3
Now for boodle strain and striveX3
Buzzards all a warble OO
Prophets three agape for breadA3
Raven with a stone insteadA3
Providential ravenJ
Judges two and Colonel oneJ
Run run rustics runJ
But it's O the pig is shavenJ
And oily oily allY3
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Exeunt Coffins dancing The Spirit of Broken Hopes advances solemnly pointing at each of the Three Worthies in turnZ3
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SPIRIT OF BROKEN HOPESA4
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Governor Governor editor manP2
Rusty musty spick and spanP2
Harlequin harridan dicky doutA3
Demagogue charlatan o u t OUTA3
De Young falls and sleepsB4
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Antimonopoler diplomatA3
Railroad lackey political ratA3
One two three SCATA3
Swift falls and sleepsB4
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Boycotting chin worker working to wooD2
Fortune the fickle to smile upon youD2
Jo coated acrobat shuttle cock SHOOD2
Estee falls and sleepsB4
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Now they lie in slumber sweetA3
Now the charm is all completeA3
Hasten I with flying feetA3
Where beyond the further seaW
A babe upon its mother's kneeW
Is gazing into skies afarC4
And crying for a golden starC4
I'll drag a cloud across the blueD2
And break that infant's heart in twoD2
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Exeunt the Spirit of Broken Hopes and the Red and Blue Fires Re enter MoonP
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ESTEE wakingK
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Why this is strange I dreamed I know not whatA3
It seemed that certain apparitions wereG
Which sang uncanny words significantA3
And yet ambiguous half understoodA3
Portending evil and an awful spookK
Even as I stood with my accomplicesD4
Counted me out as children do in playA
Is that you MikeK
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DE YOUNG wakingK
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It wasE4
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SWIFT wakingK
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Am I all thatA3
Then I'll reform my waysF4
Reforms his waysF4
Ah had I knownU2
How sweet it is to be an honest manP2
I never would have stooped to turn my coatA3
For public favor as chameleons takeK
The hue as near as they can judge of thatA3
Supporting them Henceforth I'll buyW2
With money all the offices I needA3
And know the pleasure of an honest lG4

Ambrose Bierce



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