Cadet Grey: Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBDBDD A EFEFEEEEE A GHGIGJIJJ C KLKLKMNMM C OPOPOQOOO C OEOEOOOOO C EOEOEOEOO C COCOCOCOO C RORORSRSS C OCOEOOOOO| I | A |
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| Act first scene first A study Of a kind | B |
| Half cell half salon opulent yet grave | C |
| Rare books low shelved yet far above the mind | B |
| Of common man to compass or to crave | C |
| Some slight relief of pamphlets that inclined | B |
| The soul at first to trifling till dismayed | D |
| By text and title it drew back resigned | B |
| Nor cared with levity to vex a shade | D |
| That to itself such perfect concord made | D |
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| II | A |
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| Some thoughts like these perplexed the patriot brain | E |
| Of Jones Lawgiver to the Commonwealth | F |
| As on the threshold of this chaste domain | E |
| He paused expectant and looked up in stealth | F |
| To darkened canvases that frowned amain | E |
| With stern eyed Puritans who first began | E |
| To spread their roots in Georgius Primus' reign | E |
| Nor dropped till now obedient to some plan | E |
| Their century fruit the perfect Boston man | E |
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| III | A |
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| Somewhere within that Russia scented gloom | G |
| A voice catarrhal thrilled the Member's ear | H |
| Brief is our business Jones Look round this room | G |
| Regard yon portraits Read their meaning clear | I |
| These much proclaim MY station I presume | G |
| YOU are our Congressman before whose wit | J |
| And sober judgment shall the youth appear | I |
| Who for West Point is deemed most just and fit | J |
| To serve his country and to honor it | J |
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| IV | C |
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| Such is my son Elsewhere perhaps 'twere wise | K |
| Trial competitive should guide your choice | L |
| There are some people I can well surmise | K |
| Themselves must show their merits History's voice | L |
| Spares me that trouble all desert that lies | K |
| In yonder ancestor of Queen Anne's day | M |
| Or yon grave Governor is all my boy's | N |
| Reverts to him entailed as one might say | M |
| In brief result in Winthrop Adams Grey | M |
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| V | C |
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| He turned and laid his well bred hand and smiled | O |
| On the cropped head of one who stood beside | P |
| Ah me in sooth it was no ruddy child | O |
| Nor brawny youth that thrilled the father's pride | P |
| 'Twas but a Mind that somehow had beguiled | O |
| From soulless Matter processes that served | Q |
| For speech and motion and digestion mild | O |
| Content if all one moral purpose nerved | O |
| Nor recked thereby its spine were somewhat curved | O |
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| VI | C |
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| He was scarce eighteen Yet ere he was eight | O |
| He had despoiled the classics much he knew | E |
| Of Sanskrit not that he placed undue weight | O |
| On this but that it helped him with Hebrew | E |
| His favorite tongue He learned alas too late | O |
| One can't begin too early would regret | O |
| That boyish whim to ascertain the state | O |
| Of Venus' atmosphere made him forget | O |
| That philologic goal on which his soul was set | O |
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| VII | C |
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| He too had traveled at the age of ten | E |
| Found Paris empty dull except for art | O |
| And accent Mabille with its glories then | E |
| Less than Egyptian Almees touched a heart | O |
| Nothing if not pure classic If some men | E |
| Thought him a prig it vexed not his conceit | O |
| But moved his pity and ofttimes his pen | E |
| The better to instruct them through some sheet | O |
| Published in Boston and signed Beacon Street | O |
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| VIII | C |
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| From premises so plain the blind could see | C |
| But one deduction and it came next day | O |
| In times like these the very name of G | C |
| Speaks volumes wrote the Honorable J | O |
| Inclosed please find appointment Presently | C |
| Came a reception to which Harvard lent | O |
| Fourteen professors and to give esprit | C |
| The Liberal Club some eighteen ladies sent | O |
| Five that spoke Greek and thirteen sentiment | O |
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| IX | C |
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| Four poets came who loved each other's song | R |
| And two philosophers who thought that they | O |
| Were in most things impractical and wrong | R |
| And two reformers each in his own way | O |
| Peculiar one who had waxed strong | R |
| On herbs and water and such simple fare | S |
| Two foreign lions Ram See and Chy Long | R |
| And several artists claimed attention there | S |
| Based on the fact they had been snubbed elsewhere | S |
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| X | C |
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| With this indorsement nothing now remained | O |
| But counsel Godspeed and some calm adieux | C |
| No foolish tear the father's eyelash stained | O |
| And Winthrop's cheek as guiltless shone of dew | E |
| A slight publicity such as obtained | O |
| In classic Rome these few last hours attended | O |
| The day arrived the train and depot gained | O |
| The mayor's own presence this last act commended | O |
| The train moved off and here the first act ended | O |
Bret Harte
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