On William Francis Bartlett Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSRS TUTUO poor Romancer thou whose printed page | A |
Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife | B |
Was given to heroes in whose vulgar rage | A |
No trace appears of gentler ways and life | B |
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Thou who wast wont of commoner clay to build | C |
Some rough Achilles or some Ajax tall | D |
Thou whose free brush too oft was wont to gild | C |
Some single virtue till it dazzled all | D |
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What right hast thou beside this laureled bier | E |
Whereon all manhood lies whereon the wreath | F |
Of Harvard rests the civic crown and here | E |
The starry flag and sword and jeweled sheath | F |
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Seest thou these hatchments Knowest thou this blood | G |
Nourished the heroes of Colonial days | H |
Sent to the dim and savage haunted wood | I |
Those sad eyed Puritans with hymns of praise | H |
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Look round thee Everywhere is classic ground | J |
There Greylock rears Beside yon silver Bowl | K |
Great Hawthorne dwelt and in its mirror found | J |
Those quaint strange shapes that filled his poet's soul | K |
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Still silent Stranger Thou who now and then | L |
Touched the too credulous ear with pathos canst not speak | M |
Hast lost thy ready skill of tongue and pen | L |
What Jester Tears upon that painted cheek | M |
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Pardon good friends I am not here to mar | N |
His laureled wreaths with this poor tinseled crown | O |
This man who taught me how 'twas better far | N |
To be the poem than to write it down | O |
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I bring no lesson Well have others preached | P |
This sword that dealt full many a gallant blow | Q |
I come once more to touch the hand that reached | P |
Its knightly gauntlet to the vanquished foe | Q |
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O pale Aristocrat that liest there | R |
So cold so silent Couldst thou not in grace | S |
Have borne with us still longer and so spare | R |
The scorn we see in that proud placid face | S |
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Hail and farewell So the proud Roman cried | T |
O'er his dead hero Hail but not farewell | U |
With each high thought thou walkest side by side | T |
We feel thee touch thee know who wrought the spell | U |
Bret Harte
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