The Thought-reader Of Angels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEFF GHGHH IJJJJ KJKJJ LJLJJ KMKMM JJJJJ JJJJJ KNKNN JOJOO PJPJJWe hev tumbled ez dust | A |
Or ez worms of the yearth | B |
Wot we looked for hez bust | A |
We are objects of mirth | B |
They have played us old Pards of the river they hev played us for all we was worth | B |
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Was it euchre or draw | C |
Cut us off in our bloom | D |
Was it faro whose law | C |
Is uncertain ez doom | D |
Or an innocent Jack pot that opened was to us ez the jaws of the tomb | D |
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It was nary It kem | E |
With some sharps from the States | F |
Ez folks sez All things kem | E |
To the fellers ez waits | F |
And we'd waited six months for that suthin' had me and Bill Nye in such straits | F |
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And it kem It was small | G |
It was dream like and weak | H |
It wore store clothes that's all | G |
That we knew so to speak | H |
But it called itself Billson Thought Reader which ain't half a name for its cheek | H |
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He could read wot you thought | I |
And he knew wot you did | J |
He could find things untaught | J |
No matter whar hid | J |
And he went to it blindfold and smiling being led by the hand like a kid | J |
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Then I glanced at Bill Nye | K |
And I sez without pride | J |
You'll excuse us We've nigh | K |
On to nothin' to hide | J |
But if some gent will lend us a twenty we'll hide it whar folks shall decide | J |
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It was Billson's own self | L |
Who forked over the gold | J |
With a smile Thar's the pelf | L |
He remarked I make bold | J |
To advance it and go twenty better that I'll find it without being told | J |
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Then I passed it to Nye | K |
Who repassed it to me | M |
And we bandaged each eye | K |
Of that Billson ez we | M |
Softly dropped that coin in his coat pocket ez the hull crowd around us could see | M |
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That was all He'd one hand | J |
Locked in mine Then he groped | J |
We could not understand | J |
Why that minit Nye sloped | J |
For we knew we'd the dead thing on Billson even more than we dreamed of or hoped | J |
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For he stood thar in doubt | J |
With his hand to his head | J |
Then he turned and lit out | J |
Through the door where Nye fled | J |
Draggin' me and the rest of us arter while we larfed till we thought we was dead | J |
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Till he overtook Nye | K |
And went through him Words fail | N |
For what follers Kin I | K |
Paint our agonized wail | N |
Ez he drew from Nye's pocket that twenty wot we sworn was in his own coat tail | N |
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And it was But when found | J |
It proved bogus and brass | O |
And the question goes round | J |
How the thing kem to pass | O |
Or if passed woz it passed thar by William and I listens and echoes Alas | O |
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For the days when the skill | P |
Of the keerds was no blind | J |
When no effort of will | P |
Could beat four of a kind | J |
When the thing wot you held in your hand Pard was worth more than the thing in your mind | J |
Bret Harte (francis)
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