Four Of A Kind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AABBCCDDEEFGF A A AAHHII J KKLLMMNNOO P QQRRSSMMTTQQAA| ROBERT F MORROW | A |
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| Dear man although a stranger and a foe | A |
| To soft affection's humanizing glow | A |
| Although untaught how manly hearts may throb | B |
| With more desires than the desire to rob | B |
| Although as void of tenderness as wit | C |
| And owning nothing soft but Maurice Schmitt | C |
| Although polluted shunned and in disgrace | D |
| You fill me with a passion to embrace | D |
| Attentive to your look your smile your beck | E |
| I watch and wait to fall upon your neck | E |
| Lord of my love and idol of my hope | F |
| You are my Valentine and I'm | G |
| A ROPE | F |
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| ALFRED CLARKE JR | A |
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| Illustrious son of an illustrious sire | A |
| Entrusted with the duty to cry 'Fire ' | - |
| And call the engines out exert your power | A |
| With care When looking from your lofty tower | A |
| You see a ruddy light on every wall | H |
| Pause for a moment ere you sound the call | H |
| It may be from a fire it may be too | I |
| From good men's blushes when they think of you | I |
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| JUDGE RUTLEDGE | J |
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| Sultan of Stupids with enough of brains | K |
| To go indoors in all uncommon rains | K |
| But not enough to stay there when the storm | L |
| Is past When all the world is dry and warm | L |
| In irking comfort lamentably gay | M |
| Keeping the evil tenor of your way | M |
| You walk abroad sweet beautiful and smug | N |
| And Justice hears you with her wonted shrug | N |
| Lifts her broad bandage half an inch and keeps | O |
| One eye upon you while the other weeps | O |
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| W H L BARNES | P |
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| Happy the man who sin's proverbial wage | Q |
| Receives on the instalment plan in age | Q |
| For him the bulldog pistol's honest bark | R |
| Has naught of terror in its blunt remark | R |
| He looks with calmness on the gleaming steel | S |
| If e'er it touched his heart he did not feel | S |
| Superior hardness turned its point away | M |
| Though urged by fond affinity to stay | M |
| His bloodless veins ignored the futile stroke | T |
| And moral mildew kept the cut in cloak | T |
| Happy the man I say to whom the wage | Q |
| Of sin has been commuted into age | Q |
| Yet not quite happy hark that horrid cry | A |
| His cruel mirror wounds him in the eye | A |
Ambrose Bierce
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