The Storming Party Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDDE FFDGHII AAHJDDDJ DDDDKDDD LLLMDDDM DDNONNN DDDDDDP DDDQLLLQ DDD DDRST

Said Paul Leroy to BarrowA
'Though the breach is steep and narrowA
If we only gain the summitB
Then it's odds we hold the fortC
I have ten and you have twentyD
And the thirty should be plentyD
With Henderson and HentyD
And McDermott in support 'E
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Said Barrow to LeroyF
'It's a solid job my boyF
For they've flanked it and they've banked itD
And they've bored it with a mineG
But it's only fifty pacesH
Ere we look them in the facesI
And the men are in their placesI
With their toes upon the line '-
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Said Paul Leroy to BarrowA
'See that first ray like an arrowA
How it tinges all the fringesH
Of the sullen drifting skiesJ
They told me to begin itD
At five thirty to the minuteD
And at thirty one I'm in itD
Or my sub will get his riseJ
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'So we'll wait the signal rocketD
Till Barrow show that locketD
That turquoise studded locketD
Which you slipped from out your pocketD
And are pressing with a kissK
Turquoise studded spiral twistedD
It is hers And I had missed itD
From her chain and you have kissed itD
Barrow villain what is this '-
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'Leroy I had a warningL
That my time has come this morningL
So I speak with frankness scorningL
To deny the thing that's trueM
Yes it's Amy's is the trinketD
Little turquoise studded trinketD
Not her gift oh never think itD
For her thoughts were all for youM
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'As we danced I gently drew itD
From her chain she never knew itD
But I love her yes I love herN
I am candid I confessO
But I never told her neverN
For I knew 'twas vain endeavourN
And she loved you loved you everN
Would to God she loved you less '-
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'Barrow Barrow you shall pay meD
Me your comrade to betray meD
Well I know that little AmyD
Is as true as wife can beD
She to give this love badged locketD
She had rather Ha the rocketD
Hi McDougall Sound the bugleP
Yorkshires Yorkshires follow me '-
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Said Paul Leroy to AmyD
'Well wifie you may blame meD
For my passion overcame meD
When he told me of his shameQ
But when I saw him lyingL
Dead amid a ring of dyingL
Why poor devil I was tryingL
To forget and not to blameQ
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'And this locket I unclasped itD
From the fingers that still grasped itD
He told me how he got itD
How he stole it in a valse '-
And she listened leaden heartedD
Oh the weary day they partedD
For she loved him yes she loved himR
For his youth and for his truthS
And for those dying words so falseT

Arthur Conan Doyle



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