Telemachus Versus Mentor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL LLMM NNOO OOOP QQRR OOOO SSOO| Don't mind me I beg you old fellow I'll do very well here alone | A |
| You must not be kept from your German because I've dropped in like a stone | A |
| Leave all ceremony behind you leave all thought of aught but yourself | B |
| And leave if you like the Madeira and a dozen cigars on the shelf | B |
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| As for me you will say to your hostess well I scarcely need give you a cue | C |
| Chant my praise All will list to Apollo though Mercury pipe to a few | C |
| Say just what you please my dear boy there's more eloquence lies in youth's rash | D |
| Outspoken heart impulse than ever growled under this grizzling mustache | D |
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| Go don the dress coat of our tyrant youth's panoplied armor for fight | E |
| And tie the white neckcloth that rumples like pleasure and lasts but a night | E |
| And pray the Nine Gods to avert you what time the Three Sisters shall frown | F |
| And you'll lose your high comedy figure and sit more at ease in your gown | F |
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| He's off There's his foot on the staircase By Jove what a bound Really now | G |
| Did I ever leap like this springald with Love's chaplet green on my brow | G |
| Was I such an ass No I fancy Indeed I remember quite plain | H |
| A gravity mixed with my transports a cheerfulness softened my pain | H |
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| He's gone There's the slam of his cab door there's the clatter of hoofs and the wheels | I |
| And while he the light toe is tripping in this armchair I'll tilt up my heels | I |
| He's gone and for what For a tremor from a waist like a teetotum spun | J |
| For a rosebud that's crumpled by many before it is gathered by one | J |
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| Is there naught in the halo of youth but the glow of a passionate race | K |
| 'Midst the cheers and applause of a crowd to the goal of a beautiful face | K |
| A race that is not to the swift a prize that no merits enforce | L |
| But is won by some faineant youth who shall simply walk over the course | L |
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| Poor boy shall I shock his conceit When he talks of her cheek's loveliness | L |
| Shall I say 'twas the air of the room and was due to carbonic excess | L |
| That when waltzing she drooped on his breast and the veins of her eyelids grew dim | M |
| 'Twas oxygen's absence she felt but never the presence of him | M |
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| Shall I tell him first love is a fraud a weakling that's strangled in birth | N |
| Recalled with perfunctory tears but lost in unsanctified mirth | N |
| Or shall I go bid him believe in all womankind's charm and forget | O |
| In the light ringing laugh of the world the rattlesnake's gay castanet | O |
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| Shall I tear out a leaf from my heart from that book that forever is shut | O |
| On the past Shall I speak of my first love Augusta my Lalage But | O |
| I forget Was it really Augusta No 'Twas Lucy No Mary No Di | O |
| Never mind they were all first and faithless and yet I've forgotten just why | P |
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| No no Let him dream on and ever Alas he will waken too soon | Q |
| And it doesn't look well for October to always be preaching at June | Q |
| Poor boy All his fond foolish trophies pinned yonder a bow from her hair | R |
| A few billets doux invitations and what's this My name I declare | R |
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| Humph You'll come for I've got you a prize with beauty and money no end | O |
| You know her I think 'twas on dit she once was engaged to your friend | O |
| But she says that's all over Ah is it Sweet Ethel incomparable maid | O |
| Or what if the thing were a trick this letter so freely displayed | O |
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| My opportune presence No nonsense Will nobody answer the bell | S |
| Call a cab Half past ten Not too late yet Oh Ethel Why don't you go Well | S |
| Master said you would wait Hang your master Have I ever a message to send | O |
| Yes tell him I've gone to the German to dance with the friend of his friend | O |
Bret Harte (francis)
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