Telemachus Versus Mentor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDD EFGFHIFI JKLKMNON PQRQSS TUVURWW CGXYGY YYYTRR ZA2A2B2FB2 TB2C2B2D2D2WR E2E2RF2RF2 D2B2JB2G2B2B2 H2B2H2GB2I2B2| Don't mind me I beg you old fellow I'll do very well here alone | A |
| You must not be kept from your German because I've dropped in like | B |
| a stone | A |
| Leave all ceremony behind you leave all thought of aught but | C |
| yourself | D |
| And leave if you like the Madeira and a dozen cigars on the shelf | D |
| - | |
| As for me you will say to your hostess well I scarcely need give | E |
| you a cue | F |
| Chant my praise All will list to Apollo though Mercury pipe to a | G |
| few | F |
| Say just what you please my dear boy there's more eloquence lies | H |
| in youth's rash | I |
| Outspoken heart impulse than ever growled under this grizzling | F |
| mustache | I |
| - | |
| Go don the dress coat of our tyrant youth's panoplied armor for | J |
| fight | K |
| And tie the white neckcloth that rumples like pleasure and lasts | L |
| but a night | K |
| And pray the Nine Gods to avert you what time the Three Sisters | M |
| shall frown | N |
| And you'll lose your high comedy figure and sit more at ease in | O |
| your gown | N |
| - | |
| He's off There's his foot on the staircase By Jove what a bound | P |
| Really now | Q |
| Did I ever leap like this springald with Love's chaplet green on my | R |
| brow | Q |
| Was I such an ass No I fancy Indeed I remember quite plain | S |
| A gravity mixed with my transports a cheerfulness softened my pain | S |
| - | |
| He's gone There's the slam of his cab door there's the clatter | T |
| of hoofs and the wheels | U |
| And while he the light toe is tripping in this armchair I'll tilt | V |
| up my heels | U |
| He's gone and for what For a tremor from a waist like a teetotum | R |
| spun | W |
| For a rosebud that's crumpled by many before it is gathered by one | W |
| - | |
| Is there naught in the halo of youth but the glow of a passionate | C |
| race 'Midst the cheers and applause of a crowd to the goal of a | G |
| beautiful face | X |
| A race that is not to the swift a prize that no merits enforce | Y |
| But is won by some faineant youth who shall simply walk over the | G |
| course | Y |
| - | |
| Poor boy shall I shock his conceit When he talks of her cheek's | Y |
| loveliness | Y |
| Shall I say 'twas the air of the room and was due to carbonic excess | Y |
| That when waltzing she drooped on his breast and the veins of her | T |
| eyelids grew dim | R |
| 'Twas oxygen's absence she felt but never the presence of him | R |
| - | |
| Shall I tell him first love is a fraud a weakling that's strangled | Z |
| in birth | A2 |
| Recalled with perfunctory tears but lost in unsanctified mirth | A2 |
| Or shall I go bid him believe in all womankind's charm and forget | B2 |
| In the light ringing laugh of the world the rattlesnake's gay | F |
| castanet | B2 |
| - | |
| Shall I tear out a leaf from my heart from that book that forever | T |
| is shut | B2 |
| On the past Shall I speak of my first love Augusta my Lalage | C2 |
| But | B2 |
| I forget Was it really Augusta No 'Twas Lucy No Mary | D2 |
| No Di | D2 |
| Never mind they were all first and faithless and yet I've forgotten | W |
| just why | R |
| - | |
| No no Let him dream on and ever Alas he will waken too soon | E2 |
| And it doesn't look well for October to always be preaching at June | E2 |
| Poor boy All his fond foolish trophies pinned yonder a bow from | R |
| HER hair | F2 |
| A few billets doux invitations and what's this My name I | R |
| declare | F2 |
| - | |
| Humph You'll come for I've got you a prize with beauty and money | D2 |
| no end | B2 |
| You know her I think 'twas on dit she once was engaged to your | J |
| friend | B2 |
| But she says that's all over Ah is it Sweet Ethel incomparable | G2 |
| maid | B2 |
| Or what if the thing were a trick this letter so freely displayed | B2 |
| - | |
| My opportune presence No nonsense Will nobody answer the bell | H2 |
| Call a cab Half past ten Not too late yet Oh Ethel Why don't | B2 |
| you go Well | H2 |
| Master said you would wait Hang your master Have I ever a | G |
| message to send | B2 |
| Yes tell him I've gone to the German to dance with the friend of | I2 |
| his friend | B2 |
Bret Harte
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