An Idyl Of The Road Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC B CAC B A B DAD B ACACAEAFA G CA B AAAA F AAAAHAHA B CA F BAIJ K C C LK G AC F A C AKAKAKAKM B AN C O F A| DRAMATIS PERSONAE | A |
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| First Tourist | B |
| Second Tourist | B |
| Yuba Bill Driver | C |
| A Stranger | C |
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| FIRST TOURIST | B |
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| Look how the upland plunges into cover | C |
| Green where the pines fade sullenly away | A |
| Wonderful those olive depths and wonderful moreover | C |
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| SECOND TOURIST | B |
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| The red dust that rises in a suffocating way | A |
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| FIRST TOURIST | B |
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| Small is the soul that cannot soar above it | D |
| Cannot but cling to its ever kindred clay | A |
| Better be yon bird that seems to breathe and love it | D |
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| SECOND TOURIST | B |
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| Doubtless a hawk or some other bird of prey | A |
| Were we like him as sure of a dinner | C |
| That on our stomachs would comfortably stay | A |
| Or were the fried ham a shade or two just thinner | C |
| That must confront us at closing of the day | A |
| Then might you sing like Theocritus or Virgil | E |
| Then might we each make a metrical essay | A |
| But verse just now I must protest and urge ill | F |
| Fits a digestion by travel led astray | A |
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| CHORUS OF PASSENGERS | G |
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| Speed Yuba Bill oh speed us to our dinner | C |
| Speed to the sunset that beckons far away | A |
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| SECOND TOURIST | B |
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| William of Yuba O Son of Nimshi hearken | A |
| Check thy profanity but not thy chariot's play | A |
| Tell us O William before the shadows darken | A |
| Where and oh how we shall dine O William say | A |
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| YUBA BILL | F |
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| It ain't my fault nor the Kumpeney's I reckon | A |
| Ye can't get ez square meal ez any on the Bay | A |
| Up at you place whar the senset 'pears to beckon | A |
| Ez thet sharp allows in his airy sort o' way | A |
| Thar woz a place wor yer hash ye might hev wrestled | H |
| Kept by a woman ez chipper ez a jay | A |
| Warm in her breast all the morning sunshine nestled | H |
| Red on her cheeks all the evening's sunshine lay | A |
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| SECOND TOURIST | B |
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| Praise is but breath O chariot compeller | C |
| Yet of that hash we would bid you farther say | A |
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| YUBA BILL | F |
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| Thar woz a snipe like you a fancy tourist | B |
| Kem to that ranch ez if to make a stay | A |
| Ran off the gal and ruined jist the purist | I |
| Critter that lived | J |
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| STRANGER quietly | K |
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| You're a liar driver | C |
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| YUBA BILL reaching for his revolver | C |
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| Eh | L |
| Here take my lines somebody | K |
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| CHORUS OF PASSENGERS | G |
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| Hush boys listen | A |
| Inside there's a lady Remember No affray | C |
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| YUBA BILL | F |
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| Ef that man lives the fault ain't mine or his'n | A |
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| STRANGER | C |
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| Wait for the sunset that beckons far away | A |
| Then as you will But meantime friends believe me | K |
| Nowhere on earth lives a purer woman nay | A |
| If my perceptions do surely not deceive me | K |
| She is the lady we have inside to day | A |
| As for the man you see that blackened pine tree | K |
| Up which the green vine creeps heavenward away | A |
| He was that scarred trunk and she the vine that sweetly | K |
| Clothed him with life again and lifted | M |
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| SECOND TOURIST | B |
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| Yes but pray | A |
| How know you this | N |
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| STRANGER | C |
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| She's my wife | O |
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| YUBA BILL | F |
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| The h ll you say | A |
Bret Harte
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