A Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B BCDCDEFGFGHGH IJIJIGI KHKH HLHL IIIHHHH MLMLKNKNGHDH DOD PAPPKHKH PI IKI IHHHH KLKLIOIOM MH PQPQDKDKRHPH

Addressed during the Summer Term of by Mr Algernon Dexter Scholar of College Oxford to his cousin Miss Kitty Tremayne at Vicarage DevonshireA
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After W M PB
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Dear KittyB
At length the term's endingC
I 'm in for my Schools in a weekD
And the time that at present I'm spendingC
On you should be spent upon GreekD
But I'm fairly well read in my PlatoE
I'm thoroughly red in the eyesF
And I've almost forgotten the way toG
Be healthy and wealthy and wiseF
So 'the best of all ways' why repeat youG
The verse at a mH
When I 'm stealing an hour to entreat youG
Dear Kitty to come to CommemH
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Oh come You shall rustle in satinI
Through halls where Examiners trodJ
Your laughter shall triumph o'er LatinI
In lecture room garden and quadJ
They stand in the silent SheldonianI
Our orators waiting for youG
Their style guaranteed CiceronianI
Their subject 'the Ladies in Blue '-
The Vice sits arrayed in his scarletK
He's pale but they say he dissemH
bles by calling his Beadle a 'varlet'K
Whenever he thinks of CommemH
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There are dances flirtations at NunehamH
Flower shows the procession of EightsL
There's a list stretching usque ad LunamH
Of concerts and lunches and fetesL
There's the Newdigate all about 'Gordon '-
So sweet and they say it will scanI
You shall flirt with a Proctor a WardenI
Shall run for your shawl and your fanI
They are sportive as gods broken loose fromH
Olympus and yet very emH
inent men There are plenty to choose fromH
You'll find if you come to CommemH
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I know your excuses Red SorrelM
Has stumbled and broken her kneesL
Aunt Phoebe thinks waltzing immoralM
And 'Algy you are such a teaseL
It's nonsense of course but she is strict'K
And little Dick Hodge has the croupN
And there's no one to visit your 'district'K
Or make Mother Tettleby's soupN
Let them cease for a se'nnight to plague youG
Oh leave them to manage pro temH
With their croups and their soups and their agueD
Dear Kitty and come to CommemH
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Don't tell me Papa has lumbagoD
That you haven't a frock fit to wearO
That the curate 'has notions and may goD
To lengths if there's nobody there '-
That the Squire has 'said things' to the VicarP
And the Vicar 'had words' with the SquireA
That the Organist's taken to liquorP
And leaves you to manage the choirP
For Papa must be cured and the curateK
Coerced and your gown is a gemH
And the moral is Don't be obdurateK
Dear Kitty but come to CommemH
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'My gown Though no doubt sir you're cleverP
You 'd better leave fashions aloneI
Do you think that a frock lasts for ever '-
Dear Kitty I'll grant you have grownI
But I thought of my 'scene' with McVittieK
That night when he trod on your trainI
At the Bachelor's Ball ''Twas a pity '-
You said but I knew 'twas ChampagneI
And your gown was enough to compel meH
To fall down and worship its hemH
Are 'hems' wearing If not you shall tell meH
What is when you come to CommemH
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Have you thought since that night of the GrottoK
Of the words whispered under the palmsL
While the minutes flew by and forgot toK
Remind us of Aunt and her qualmsL
Of the stains of the old JournalistenI
Of the rose that I begged from your hairO
When you turned and I saw something glistenI
Dear Kitty don't frown it was thereO
But that idiot Delane in the middleM
Bounced in with 'Our dance I ahem '-
And the rose you may find in my LiddellM
And Scott when you come to CommemH
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Then Kitty let 'yes' be the answerP
We'll dance at the 'Varsity BallQ
And the morning shall find you a dancerP
In Christ Church or Trinity hallQ
And perhaps when the elders are yawningD
And rafters grow pale overheadK
With the day there shall come with its dawningD
Some thought of that sentence unsaidK
Be it this be it that 'I forget ' orR
'Was joking' whatever the femH
inine fib you'll have made me your debtorP
And come you will come to CommemH

Arthur Thomas Quiller-couch



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