Songs Without Sense Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCBEFE BGHGIJKJ L HEMEBNON NBPBQBBB RBSBDBTB U VVWWX VYVXI THE PERSONIFIED SENTIMENTAL | A |
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Affection's charm no longer gilds | B |
The idol of the shrine | C |
But cold Oblivion seeks to fill | D |
Regret's ambrosial wine | C |
Though Friendship's offering buried lies | B |
'Neath cold Aversion's snow | E |
Regard and Faith will ever bloom | F |
Perpetually below | E |
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I see thee whirl in marble halls | B |
In Pleasure's giddy train | G |
Remorse is never on that brow | H |
Nor Sorrow's mark of pain | G |
Deceit has marked thee for her own | I |
Inconstancy the same | J |
And Ruin wildly sheds its gleam | K |
Athwart thy path of shame | J |
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II THE HOMELY PATHETIC | L |
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The dews are heavy on my brow | H |
My breath comes hard and low | E |
Yet mother dear grant one request | M |
Before your boy must go | E |
Oh lift me ere my spirit sinks | B |
And ere my senses fail | N |
Place me once more O mother dear | O |
Astride the old fence rail | N |
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The old fence rail the old fence rail | N |
How oft these youthful legs | B |
With Alice' and Ben Bolt's were hung | P |
Across those wooden pegs | B |
'Twas there the nauseating smoke | Q |
Of my first pipe arose | B |
O mother dear these agonies | B |
Are far less keen than those | B |
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I know where lies the hazel dell | R |
Where simple Nellie sleeps | B |
I know the cot of Nettie Moore | S |
And where the willow weeps | B |
I know the brookside and the mill | D |
But all their pathos fails | B |
Beside the days when once I sat | T |
Astride the old fence rails | B |
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III SWISS AIR | U |
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I'm a gay tra la la | V |
With my fal lal la la | V |
And my bright | W |
And my light | W |
Tra la le Repeat | X |
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Then laugh ha ha ha | V |
And ring ting ling ling | Y |
And sing fal la la | V |
La la le Repeat | X |
Bret Harte (francis)
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