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

IA
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Act first scene first A study Of a kindB
Half cell half salon opulent yet graveC
Rare books low shelved yet far above the mindB
Of common man to compass or to craveC
Some slight relief of pamphlets that inclinedB
The soul at first to trifling till dismayedD
By text and title it drew back resignedB
Nor cared with levity to vex a shadeD
That to itself such perfect concord madeD
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IIA
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Some thoughts like these perplexed the patriot brainE
Of Jones Lawgiver to the CommonwealthF
As on the threshold of this chaste domainE
He paused expectant and looked up in stealthF
To darkened canvases that frowned amainE
With stern eyed Puritans who first beganE
To spread their roots in Georgius Primus' reignE
Nor dropped till now obedient to some planE
Their century fruit the perfect Boston manE
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IIIA
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Somewhere within that Russia scented gloomG
A voice catarrhal thrilled the Member's earH
Brief is our business Jones Look round this roomG
Regard yon portraits Read their meaning clearI
These much proclaim MY station I presumeG
YOU are our Congressman before whose witJ
And sober judgment shall the youth appearI
Who for West Point is deemed most just and fitJ
To serve his country and to honor itJ
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IVC
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Such is my son Elsewhere perhaps 'twere wiseK
Trial competitive should guide your choiceL
There are some people I can well surmiseK
Themselves must show their merits History's voiceL
Spares me that trouble all desert that liesK
In yonder ancestor of Queen Anne's dayM
Or yon grave Governor is all my boy'sN
Reverts to him entailed as one might sayM
In brief result in Winthrop Adams GreyM
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VC
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He turned and laid his well bred hand and smiledO
On the cropped head of one who stood besideP
Ah me in sooth it was no ruddy childO
Nor brawny youth that thrilled the father's prideP
'Twas but a Mind that somehow had beguiledO
From soulless Matter processes that servedQ
For speech and motion and digestion mildO
Content if all one moral purpose nervedO
Nor recked thereby its spine were somewhat curvedO
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VIC
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He was scarce eighteen Yet ere he was eightO
He had despoiled the classics much he knewE
Of Sanskrit not that he placed undue weightO
On this but that it helped him with HebrewE
His favorite tongue He learned alas too lateO
One can't begin too early would regretO
That boyish whim to ascertain the stateO
Of Venus' atmosphere made him forgetO
That philologic goal on which his soul was setO
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VIIC
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He too had traveled at the age of tenE
Found Paris empty dull except for artO
And accent Mabille with its glories thenE
Less than Egyptian Almees touched a heartO
Nothing if not pure classic If some menE
Thought him a prig it vexed not his conceitO
But moved his pity and ofttimes his penE
The better to instruct them through some sheetO
Published in Boston and signed Beacon StreetO
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VIIIC
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From premises so plain the blind could seeC
But one deduction and it came next dayO
In times like these the very name of GC
Speaks volumes wrote the Honorable JO
Inclosed please find appointment PresentlyC
Came a reception to which Harvard lentO
Fourteen professors and to give espritC
The Liberal Club some eighteen ladies sentO
Five that spoke Greek and thirteen sentimentO
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IXC
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Four poets came who loved each other's songR
And two philosophers who thought that theyO
Were in most things impractical and wrongR
And two reformers each in his own wayO
Peculiar one who had waxed strongR
On herbs and water and such simple fareS
Two foreign lions Ram See and Chy LongR
And several artists claimed attention thereS
Based on the fact they had been snubbed elsewhereS
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XC
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With this indorsement nothing now remainedO
But counsel Godspeed and some calm adieuxC
No foolish tear the father's eyelash stainedO
And Winthrop's cheek as guiltless shone of dewE
A slight publicity such as obtainedO
In classic Rome these few last hours attendedO
The day arrived the train and depot gainedO
The mayor's own presence this last act commendedO
The train moved off and here the first act endedO

Bret Harte



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