Contemporaries. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBC DEDEAEA FGFGHGH IJKJLJL MNMNONO PQPQRQR STSSUSU| A barbered woman's man yes so | A |
| He seemed to me a twelvemonth since | B |
| And so he may be let it go | A |
| Admit his flaws we need not wince | B |
| To find our noblest not all great | C |
| What of it He is still the prince | B |
| And we the pages of his state | C |
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| The world applauds his words his fame | D |
| Is noised wherever knowledge be | E |
| Even the trader hears his name | D |
| As one far inland hears the sea | E |
| The lady quotes him to the beau | A |
| Across a cup of Russian tea | E |
| They know him and they do not know | A |
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| I know him In the nascent years | F |
| Men's eyes shall see him as one crowned | G |
| His voice shall gather in their ears | F |
| With each new age prophetic sound | G |
| And you and I and all the rest | H |
| Whose brows to day are laurel bound | G |
| Shall be but plumes upon his crest | H |
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| A year ago this man was poor | I |
| This Alfred whom the nations praise | J |
| He stood a beggar at my door | K |
| For one mere word to help him raise | J |
| From fainting limbs and shoulders bent | L |
| The burden of the weary days | J |
| And I withheld it and he went | L |
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| I knew him then as I know now | M |
| Our largest heart our loftiest mind | N |
| Yet for the curls upon his brow | M |
| And for his lisp I could not find | N |
| The helping word the cheering touch | O |
| Ah to be just as well as kind | N |
| It costs so little and so much | O |
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| It seemed unmanly in my sight | P |
| That he whose spirit was so strong | Q |
| To lead the blind world to the light | P |
| Should look so like the mincing throng | Q |
| Who advertise the tailor's art | R |
| It angered me I did him wrong | Q |
| I grudged my groat and shut my heart | R |
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| I might have been the prophet's friend | S |
| Helped him who is to help the world | T |
| Now when the striving is at end | S |
| The reek stained battle banners furled | S |
| And the age hears its muster call | U |
| Then I because his hair was curled | S |
| I shall have lost my chance that's all | U |
Bliss Carman (william)
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