Dirge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEEE CFCFEGDG EHE HCHC CICIJKJK LLLLL LC MEMEEEEE NLO GEHE CCCCLCLC PPPPPPPP| 'Dr Birch's young friends will reassemble to day Feb st ' | A |
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| White is the wold and ghostly | B |
| The dank and leafless trees | C |
| And 'M's and 'N's are mostly | B |
| Pronounced like 'B's and 'D's | C |
| 'Neath bleak sheds ice encrusted | D |
| The sheep stands mute and stolid | E |
| And ducks find out disgusted | E |
| That all the ponds are solid | E |
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| Many a stout steer's work is | C |
| At least in this world finished | F |
| The gross amount of turkies | C |
| Is sensibly diminished | F |
| The holly boughs are faded | E |
| The painted crackers gone | G |
| Would I could write as Gray did | D |
| An Elegy thereon | G |
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| For Christmas time is ended | E |
| Now is 'our youth' regaining | H |
| Those sweet spots where are 'blended | E |
| Home comforts and school training ' | - |
| Now they're I dare say venting | H |
| Their grief in transient sobs | C |
| And I am 'left lamenting' | H |
| At home with Mrs Dobbs | C |
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| O Posthumus 'Fugaces | C |
| Labuntur anni' still | I |
| Time robs us of our graces | C |
| Evade him as we will | I |
| We were the twins of Siam | J |
| Now SHE thinks ME a bore | K |
| And I admit that I am | J |
| Inclined at times to snore | K |
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| I was her own Nathaniel | L |
| With her I took sweet counsel | L |
| Brought seed cake for her spaniel | L |
| And kept her bird in groundsel | L |
| We've murmured 'How delightful | L |
| A landscape seen by night is ' | - |
| And woke next day in frightful | L |
| Pain from acute bronchitis | C |
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| But ah for them whose laughter | M |
| We heard last New Year's Day | E |
| They reeked not of Hereafter | M |
| Or what the Doctor'd say | E |
| For those small forms that fluttered | E |
| Moth like around the plate | E |
| When Sally brought the buttered | E |
| Buns in at half past eight | E |
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| Ah for the altered visage | N |
| Of her our tiny Belle | L |
| Whom my boy Gus at his age | O |
| Said was a 'deuced swell ' | - |
| P'raps now Miss Tickler's tocsin | G |
| Has caged that pert young linnet | E |
| Old Birch perhaps is boxing | H |
| My Gus's ears this minute | E |
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| Yet though your young ears be as | C |
| Red as mamma's geraniums | C |
| Yet grieve not Thus ideas | C |
| Pass into infant craniums | C |
| Use not complaints unseemly | L |
| Tho' you must work like bricks | C |
| And it IS cold extremely | L |
| Rising at half past six | C |
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| Soon sunnier will the day grow | P |
| And the east wind not blow so | P |
| Soon as of yore L'Allegro | P |
| Succeed Il Penseroso | P |
| Stick to your Magnall's Questions | P |
| And Long Division sums | P |
| And come with good digestions | P |
| Home when next Christmas comes | P |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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