The Foreigner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDB EFGFHF IJKJLJ MNONPN LQRQST BUVUWU XYZYA2 Y B2C2EC2D2C2 E2BSBF2B G2OBOBO H2HI2HBH J2BJ2BB2B BK2BK2BK2 EB2L2B2BB2| Have at you you Devils | A |
| My back's to this tree | B |
| For you're nothing so nice | C |
| That the hind side of me | B |
| Would escape your assault | D |
| Come on now all three | B |
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| Here's a dandified gentleman | E |
| Rapier at point | F |
| And a wrist which whirls round | G |
| Like a circular joint | F |
| A spatter of blood man | H |
| That's just to anoint | F |
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| And make supple your limbs | I |
| 'Tis a pity the silk | J |
| Of your waistcoat is stained | K |
| Why Your heart's full of milk | J |
| And so full it spills over | L |
| I'm not of your ilk | J |
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| You said so and laughed | M |
| At my old fashioned hose | N |
| At the cut of my hair | O |
| At the length of my nose | N |
| To carve it to pattern | P |
| I think you propose | N |
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| Your pardon young Sir | L |
| But my nose and my sword | Q |
| Are proving themselves | R |
| In quite perfect accord | Q |
| I grieve to have spotted | S |
| Your shirt On my word | T |
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| And hullo You Bully | B |
| That blade's not a stick | U |
| To slash right and left | V |
| And my skull is too thick | U |
| To be cleft with such cuffs | W |
| Of a sword Now a lick | U |
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| Down the side of your face | X |
| What a pretty red line | Y |
| Tell the taverns that scar | Z |
| Was an honour Don't whine | Y |
| That a stranger has marked you | A2 |
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| The tree's there You Swine | Y |
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| Did you think to get in | B2 |
| At the back while your friends | C2 |
| Made a little diversion | E |
| In front So it ends | C2 |
| With your sword clattering down | D2 |
| On the ground 'Tis amends | C2 |
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| I make for your courteous | E2 |
| Reception of me | B |
| A foreigner landed | S |
| From over the sea | B |
| Your welcome was fervent | F2 |
| I think you'll agree | B |
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| My shoes are not buckled | G2 |
| With gold nor my hair | O |
| Oiled and scented my jacket's | B |
| Not satin I wear | O |
| Corded breeches wide hats | B |
| And I make people stare | O |
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| So I do but my heart | H2 |
| Is the heart of a man | H |
| And my thoughts cannot twirl | I2 |
| In the limited span | H |
| 'Twixt my head and my heels | B |
| As some other men's can | H |
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| I have business more strange | J2 |
| Than the shape of my boots | B |
| And my interests range | J2 |
| From the sky to the roots | B |
| Of this dung hill you live in | B2 |
| You half rotted shoots | B |
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| Of a mouldering tree | B |
| Here's at you once more | K2 |
| You Apes You Jack fools | B |
| You can show me the door | K2 |
| And jeer at my ways | B |
| But you're pinked to the core | K2 |
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| And before I have done | E |
| I will prick my name in | B2 |
| With the front of my steel | L2 |
| And your lily white skin | B2 |
| Shall be printed with me | B |
| For I've come here to win | B2 |
Amy Lowell
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