Ballad Of The Philanthropist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAB EFGGEF HIJKHL MNOOMN KFBBKF PGQRRG GSLLG TGUUTU RLRRRL LCRRLC VGUUVU U WLXXWL| Pomona Road and Gardens N | A |
| Were pure as they were fair | B |
| In other districts much I fear | C |
| That vulgar language shocks the ear | D |
| But brawling wives or noisy men | A |
| Were never heard of THERE | B |
| - | |
| No burglar fixed his dread abode | E |
| In that secure retreat | F |
| There were no public houses nigh | G |
| But chapels low and churches high | G |
| You might have thought Pomona Road | E |
| A quite ideal beat | F |
| - | |
| Yet that was not at all the view | H |
| Taken by B | I |
| That active and intelligent | J |
| Policeman deemed that he was meant | K |
| Profound detective deeds to do | H |
| And that repose was mean | L |
| - | |
| Now there was nothing to detect | M |
| Pomona Road along | N |
| None faked a cly nor cracked a crib | O |
| Nor prigged a wipe nor told a fib | O |
| Minds cultivated and select | M |
| Slip rarely into wrong | N |
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| Thus bored to desolation went | K |
| The Peeler on his beat | F |
| He know not Love he did not care | B |
| If Love be born on mountains bare | B |
| Nay crime to punish or prevent | K |
| Was more than dalliance sweet | F |
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| The weary wanderer day by day | P |
| Was marked by Howard Fry | G |
| A neighbouring philanthropist | Q |
| Who saw what that Policeman missed | R |
| A sympathetic 'Well a day' | R |
| He'd moan and pipe his eye | G |
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| 'What CAN I do ' asked Howard Fry | G |
| 'To soothe that brother's pain | S |
| His glance when first we met was keen | L |
| Most martial and erect his mien' | L |
| What mien may mean I know not I | G |
| 'But HE must joy again ' | - |
| - | |
| 'I'll start on a career of crime | T |
| I will ' said Howard Fry | G |
| He spake and acted Deeds of bale | U |
| With which I do not stain my tale | U |
| He wrought like mad time after time | T |
| Yet wrought them blushfully | U |
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| And now when 'buses night by night | R |
| Were stopped conductors slain | L |
| When youths and men and maids unwed | R |
| Were stabbed or knocked upon the head | R |
| Then B grew sternly bright | R |
| And was himself again | L |
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| Pomona Road and Gardens N | L |
| Are now a name of fear | C |
| Commercial travellers flee in haste | R |
| Revolvers girt about the waist | R |
| Are worn by city gentlemen | L |
| Who have their mansions near | C |
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| But B elated goes | V |
| Detection in his eye | G |
| While Howard Fry does deeds of bale | U |
| With which I do not stain my tale | U |
| To lighten that Policeman's woes | V |
| But does them blushfully | U |
| - | |
| MORAL | U |
| - | |
| Such is Philanthropy my friends | W |
| Too often such her plan | L |
| She shoots and stabs and robs and flings | X |
| Bombs and all sorts of horrid things | X |
| Ah not to serve her private ends | W |
| But for the good of Man | L |
Andrew Lang
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