The Aged Stranger Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB ABDB EBFB GBHB IJFB HBKB GBEB LBMB

I was with Grant the stranger saidA
Said the farmer Say no moreB
But rest thee here at my cottage porchC
For thy feet are weary and soreB
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I was with Grant the stranger saidA
Said the farmer Nay no moreB
I prithee sit at my frugal boardD
And eat of my humble storeB
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How fares my boy my soldier boyE
Of the old Ninth Army CorpsB
I warrant he bore him gallantlyF
In the smoke and the battle's roarB
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I know him not said the aged manG
And as I remarked beforeB
I was with Grant Nay nay I knowH
Said the farmer say no moreB
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He fell in battle I see alasI
Thou'dst smooth these tidings o'erJ
Nay speak the truth whatever it beF
Though it rend my bosom's coreB
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How fell he With his face to the foeH
Upholding the flag he boreB
Oh say not that my boy disgracedK
The uniform that he woreB
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I cannot tell said the aged manG
And should have remarked beforeB
That I was with Grant in IllinoisE
Some three years before the warB
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Then the farmer spake him never a wordL
But beat with his fist full soreB
That aged man who had worked for GrantM
Some three years before the warB

Bret Harte (francis)



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