Two Travellers In The Place Vendome Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBB AAA CDD EEF GGG HHH III JJJ KKK LLL MMM| Reign of Louis Philippe | A |
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| A great tall column spearing at the sky | B |
| With a little man on top Goodness Tell me why | B |
| He looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high | B |
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| What a strange fellow like a soldier in a play | A |
| Tight fitting coat with the tails cut away | A |
| High crowned hat which the brims overlay | A |
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| Two horned hat makes an outline like a bow | C |
| Must have a sword I can see the light glow | D |
| Between a dark line and his leg Vertigo | D |
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| I get gazing up at him a pygmy flashed with sun | E |
| A weathercock or scarecrow or both things in one | E |
| As bright as a jewelled crown hung above a throne | F |
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| Say what is the use of him if he doesn't turn | G |
| Just put up to glitter there like a torch to burn | G |
| A sort of sacrificial show in a lofty urn | G |
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| But why a little soldier in an obsolete dress | H |
| I'd rather see a Goddess with a spear I confess | H |
| Something allegorical and fine Why yes | H |
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| I cannot take my eyes from him I don't know why at all | I |
| I've looked so long the whole thing swims I feel he ought to fall | I |
| Foreshortened there among the clouds he's pitifully small | I |
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| What do you say There used to be an Emperor standing there | J |
| With flowing robes and laurel crown Really Yet I declare | J |
| Those spiral battles round the shaft don't seem just his affair | J |
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| A togaed laurelled man's I mean Now this chap seems to feel | K |
| As though he owned those soldiers Whew How he makes one reel | K |
| Swinging round above his circling armies in a wheel | K |
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| Sweeping round the sky in an orbit like the sun's | L |
| Flashing sparks like cannon balls from his own long guns | L |
| Perhaps my sight is tired but that figure simply stuns | L |
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| How low the houses seem and all the people are mere flies | M |
| That fellow pokes his hat up till it scratches on the skies | M |
| Impudent Audacious But by Jove he blinds the eyes | M |
Amy Lowell
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