At The Close Of The Canvass Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD AEAE FGFG HHHH AIAI JKLK FEF FMAM| 'Twas a Venerable Person whom I met one Sunday morning | A |
| All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect | B |
| And in a Jeremiad of objurgatory warning | A |
| He lifted up his jodel to the following effect | B |
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| 'O ye sanguinary statesmen intermit your verbal tussles | C |
| O ye editors and orators consent to hear my lay | D |
| Rest a little while the digital and maxillary muscles | C |
| And attend to what a Venerable Person has to say | D |
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| 'Cease your writing cease your shouting cease your wild unearthly lying | A |
| Cease to bandy such expressions as are never never found | E |
| In the letter of a lover cease 'exposing' and 'replying' | A |
| Let there be abated fury and a decrement of sound | E |
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| 'For to morrow will be Monday and the fifth day of November | F |
| Only day of opportunity before the final rush | G |
| Carpe diem go conciliate each person who's a member | F |
| Of the other party do so while you can without a blush | G |
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| 'Lo the time is close upon you when the madness of the season | H |
| Having howled itself to silence like a Minnesota 'clone | H |
| Will at last be superseded by the still small voice of reason | H |
| When the whelpage of your folly you would willingly disown | H |
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| 'Ah 'tis mournful to consider what remorses will be thronging | A |
| With a consciousness of having been so ghastly indiscreet | I |
| When by accident untoward two ex gentlemen belonging | A |
| To the opposite political denominations meet | I |
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| 'Yes 'tis melancholy truly to forecast the fierce unruly | J |
| Supersurging of their blushes like the flushes upon high | K |
| When Aurora Borealis lights her circumpolar palace | L |
| And in customary manner sets her banner in the sky | K |
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| 'Each will think 'This falsifier knows that I too am a liar | F |
| Curse him for a son of Satan all unholily compound | E |
| Curse my leader for another Curse that pelican my mother | F |
| Would to God that I when little in my victual had been drowned '' | - |
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| Then that venerable warner disappeared around a corner | F |
| And the season of unreason having also taken flight | M |
| All the cheeks of men were burning like the skies to crimson turning | A |
| When Aurora Borealis fires her premises by night | M |
Ambrose Bierce
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