Aspirants Three Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DEB FG HI J K LMNHOPQRASTUVEORWT W XYZA2B2IC2KD2E2F2G2H 2I2J2KK2L2TWM2 K H2D2N2O2K P2Q2 Q2 R2S2KT2U2J2V2W2X2ZW2 WWY2Z2A3 W B3 K JC3F2 Q2 D3A3A3E3 K F3KU2G3H3I3KJ3PA3K3D 2KL3WD2A3A3 M3 A3KA3KAAK SOSOWWO W A3A3N3O3P3A3A3OQ3Q3 A3 D2 W A3A3R3WA3OS3T3D2D2 A3 K K A3A3 W N2C2U3D2V3I2A3WC2A3W A3A3 K W3 X3Y3X3OA3A3JJJJY3 Z3 A4 P2P2A3A3B4 A3A3A3B4 D2D2D2B4 A3A3A3WWC4C4D2D2 P K A3GA3A3KD4AK K E4 K A3F4F4U2P2A3KA3W2A3G 4| DRAMATIS PERSONAE | A |
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| QUICK | B |
| DE YOUNG a Brother to Mushrooms | C |
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| DEAD | D |
| SWIFT an Heirloom | E |
| ESTEE a Relic | B |
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| IMMORTALS | F |
| THE SPIRIT OF BROKEN HOPES THE AUTHOR | G |
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| MISCELLANEOUS | H |
| A TROUPE OF COFFINS THE MOON VARIOUS COLORED FIRES | I |
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| Scene The Political Graveyard at Bone Mountain | J |
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| DE YOUNG | K |
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| This is the spot agreed upon Here rest | L |
| The sainted statesman who upon the field | M |
| Of honor have at various times laid down | N |
| Their own and ended ignominious | H |
| Their lives political About me lo | O |
| Their silent headstones gilded by the moon | P |
| Half full and near her setting midnight Hark | Q |
| Through the white mists of this portentous night | R |
| Which throng in moving shapes about my way | A |
| As they were ghosts of candidates I've slain | S |
| To fray their murderer my open ear | T |
| Spacious to maw the noises of the world | U |
| Engulfs a footstep | V |
| Enter Estee from his tomb | E |
| Ah 'tis he my foe | O |
| True to appointment and so here we fight | R |
| Though truly 'twas my firm belief that he | W |
| Would send regrets or I had not been here | T |
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| ESTEE | W |
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| O moon that hast so oft surprised the deeds | X |
| Whereby I rose to greatness tricksy orb | Y |
| The type and symbol of my politics | Z |
| Now draw my ebbing fortunes to their flood | A2 |
| As by the magic of a poultice boils | B2 |
| That burn ambitions with defeated fires | I |
| Are lifted into eminence | C2 |
| Sees De Young | K |
| What you | D2 |
| Faith if I had suspected you would come | E2 |
| From the fair world of politics wherein | F2 |
| So lately you were whelped and which alas | G2 |
| I vainly to revisit strive though still | H2 |
| Rapped on the rotting head and bidden sleep | I2 |
| Till Resurrection's morn if I had thought | J2 |
| You would accept the challenge that I flung | K |
| I would have seen you damned ere I came forth | K2 |
| In the night air shroud clad and shivering | L2 |
| To fight so mean a thing But since you're here | T |
| Draw and defend yourself By gad we'll see | W |
| Who'll be Postmaster General | M2 |
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| DE YOUNG | K |
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| We will | H2 |
| I'll fight for I am lame with any blue | D2 |
| And redolent remain that dares aspire | N2 |
| To wreck the Grand Old Grandson's cabinet | O2 |
| Here's at you nosegay | K |
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| They draw tongues and are about to fight when from an | P2 |
| adjacent whited sepulcher enter Swift | Q2 |
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| SWIFT | Q2 |
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| Hold put up your tongues | R2 |
| Within the confines of this sacred spot | S2 |
| Broods such a holy calm as none may break | K |
| By clash of weapons without sacrilege | T2 |
| Beats down their tongues with a bone | U2 |
| Madmen what profits it For though you fought | J2 |
| With such heroic skill that both survived | V2 |
| Yet neither should achieve the prize for I | W2 |
| Would wrest it from him Let us not contend | X2 |
| But friendliwise by stipulation fix | Z |
| A slate for mutual advantage Why | W2 |
| Having the pick and choice of seats should we | W |
| Forego them all but one Nay we'll take three | W |
| And part them so among us that to each | Y2 |
| Shall fall the fittest to his powers In brief | Z2 |
| Let us establish a Portfolio Trust | A3 |
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| ESTEE | W |
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| Agreed | B3 |
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| DE YOUNG | K |
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| Aye truly 'tis a greed and one | J |
| The offices imperfectly will sate | C3 |
| But I'll stand in | F2 |
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| SWIFT | Q2 |
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| Well so 'tis understood | D3 |
| As you're the junior member of the Trust | A3 |
| Politically younger and undead | A3 |
| Speak Michael what portfolio do you choose | E3 |
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| DE YOUNG | K |
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| I've thought the Postal service best would serve | F3 |
| My interest but since I have my pick | K |
| I'll take the War Department It is known | U2 |
| Throughout the world from Market street to Pine | G3 |
| For a Chicago journal told the tale | H3 |
| How in this hand I lately took my life | I3 |
| And marched against great Buckley thundering | K |
| My mandate that he count the ballots fair | J3 |
| Earth heard and shrank to half her size Yon moon | P |
| Which rivaled then a liver's whiteness paused | A3 |
| That night at Butchertown and daubed her face | K3 |
| With sheep's blood Then my serried rank I drew | D2 |
| Back to my stronghold without loss To mark | K |
| My care in saving human life and limb | L3 |
| The Peace Society bestowed on me | W |
| Its leather medal and the title too | D2 |
| Of Colonel Yes my genius is for war Good land | A3 |
| I naturally dote on a brass band | A3 |
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| Sings | M3 |
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| O give me a life on the tented field | A3 |
| Where the cannon roar and ring | K |
| Where the flag floats free and the foemen yield | A3 |
| And bleed as the bullets sing | K |
| But be it not mine to wage the fray | A |
| Where matters are ordered the other way | A |
| For that is a different thing | K |
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| O give me a life in the fierce campaign | S |
| Let it be the life of my foe | O |
| I'd rather fall upon him than the plain | S |
| That service I'd fain forego | O |
| O a warrior's life is fine and free | W |
| But a warrior's death ah me ah me | W |
| That's a different thing you know | O |
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| ESTEE | W |
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| Some claim I might myself advance to that | A3 |
| Portfolio When Rebellion raised its head | A3 |
| And you my friends stayed meekly in your shirts | N3 |
| I marched with banners to the party stump | O3 |
| Spat on my hands made faces fierce as death | P3 |
| Shook my two fists at once and introduced | A3 |
| Brave resolutions terrible to read | A3 |
| Nay only recently as you do know | O |
| I conquered Treason by the word of mouth | Q3 |
| And slew with Samson's weapon the whole South | Q3 |
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| SWIFT | A3 |
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| You once fought Stanford too | D2 |
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| ESTEE | W |
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| Enough of that | A3 |
| Give me the Interior and I'll devote | A3 |
| My mind to agriculture and improve | R3 |
| The breed of cabbages especially | W |
| The Brassica Celeritatis named | A3 |
| For you because in days of long ago | O |
| You sold it at your market stall and faith | S3 |
| 'Tis said you were an honest huckster then | T3 |
| I'll be Attorney General if you | D2 |
| Prefer for know I am a lawyer too | D2 |
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| SWIFT | A3 |
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| I never have heard that did you De Young | K |
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| DE YOUNG | K |
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| Never so help me And I swear I've heard | A3 |
| A score of Judges say that he is not | A3 |
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| SWIFT to Estee | W |
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| You take the Interior I might aspire | N2 |
| To military station too for once | C2 |
| I led my party into Pixley's camp | U3 |
| And he paroled me I defended too | D2 |
| The State of Oregon against the sharp | V3 |
| And bloody tooth of the Australian sheep | I2 |
| But I've an aptitude exceeding neat | A3 |
| For bloodless battles of diplomacy | W |
| My cobweb treaty of Exclusion once | C2 |
| Through which a hundred thousand coolies sailed | A3 |
| Was much admired but most by Colonel Bee | W |
| Though born a tinker I'm a diplomat | A3 |
| From old Missouri and I ha what's that | A3 |
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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 singing | K |
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| CHORUS OF COFFINS | W3 |
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| Two bodies dead and one alive | X3 |
| Yo ho merrily all | Y3 |
| Now for boodle strain and strive | X3 |
| Buzzards all a warble O | O |
| Prophets three agape for bread | A3 |
| Raven with a stone instead | A3 |
| Providential raven | J |
| Judges two and Colonel one | J |
| Run run rustics run | J |
| But it's O the pig is shaven | J |
| And oily oily all | Y3 |
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| Exeunt Coffins dancing The Spirit of Broken Hopes advances solemnly pointing at each of the Three Worthies in turn | Z3 |
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| SPIRIT OF BROKEN HOPES | A4 |
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| Governor Governor editor man | P2 |
| Rusty musty spick and span | P2 |
| Harlequin harridan dicky dout | A3 |
| Demagogue charlatan o u t OUT | A3 |
| De Young falls and sleeps | B4 |
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| Antimonopoler diplomat | A3 |
| Railroad lackey political rat | A3 |
| One two three SCAT | A3 |
| Swift falls and sleeps | B4 |
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| Boycotting chin worker working to woo | D2 |
| Fortune the fickle to smile upon you | D2 |
| Jo coated acrobat shuttle cock SHOO | D2 |
| Estee falls and sleeps | B4 |
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| Now they lie in slumber sweet | A3 |
| Now the charm is all complete | A3 |
| Hasten I with flying feet | A3 |
| Where beyond the further sea | W |
| A babe upon its mother's knee | W |
| Is gazing into skies afar | C4 |
| And crying for a golden star | C4 |
| I'll drag a cloud across the blue | D2 |
| And break that infant's heart in two | D2 |
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| Exeunt the Spirit of Broken Hopes and the Red and Blue Fires Re enter Moon | P |
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| ESTEE waking | K |
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| Why this is strange I dreamed I know not what | A3 |
| It seemed that certain apparitions were | G |
| Which sang uncanny words significant | A3 |
| And yet ambiguous half understood | A3 |
| Portending evil and an awful spook | K |
| Even as I stood with my accomplices | D4 |
| Counted me out as children do in play | A |
| Is that you Mike | K |
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| DE YOUNG waking | K |
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| It was | E4 |
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| SWIFT waking | K |
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| Am I all that | A3 |
| Then I'll reform my ways | F4 |
| Reforms his ways | F4 |
| Ah had I known | U2 |
| How sweet it is to be an honest man | P2 |
| I never would have stooped to turn my coat | A3 |
| For public favor as chameleons take | K |
| The hue as near as they can judge of that | A3 |
| Supporting them Henceforth I'll buy | W2 |
| With money all the offices I need | A3 |
| And know the pleasure of an honest l | G4 |
Ambrose Bierce
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