Ode--'on A Distant Prospect' Of Making A Fortune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAC DEDEF GH IJI IKIK ILI M M IDIDIIII ANANIMIM IOIOPPPP QIQIRIR| Now the 'rosy morn appearing' | A |
| Floods with light the dazzled heaven | B |
| And the schoolboy groans on hearing | A |
| That eternal clock strike seven | B |
| Now the waggoner is driving | A |
| Towards the fields his clattering wain | C |
| Now the bluebottle reviving | A |
| Buzzes down his native pane | C |
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| But to me the morn is hateful | D |
| Wearily I stretch my legs | E |
| Dress and settle to my plateful | D |
| Of perhaps inferior eggs | E |
| Yesterday Miss Crump by message | F |
| Mentioned 'rent ' which 'p'raps I'd pay ' | - |
| And I have a dismal presage | G |
| That she'll call herself to day | H |
| - | |
| Once I breakfasted off rosewood | I |
| Smoked through silver mounted pipes | J |
| Then how my patrician nose would | I |
| Turn up at the thought of 'swipes ' | - |
| Ale occasionally claret | I |
| Graced my luncheon then and now | K |
| I drink porter in a garret | I |
| To be paid for heaven knows how | K |
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| When the evening shades are deepened | I |
| And I doff my hat and gloves | L |
| No sweet bird is there to 'cheep and | I |
| Twitter twenty million loves ' | - |
| No dark ringleted canaries | M |
| Sing to me of 'hungry foam ' | - |
| No imaginary 'Marys' | M |
| Call fictitious 'cattle home ' | - |
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| Araminta sweetest fairest | I |
| Solace once of every ill | D |
| How I wonder if thou bearest | I |
| Mivins in remembrance still | D |
| If that Friday night is banished | I |
| Yet from that retentive mind | I |
| When the others somehow vanished | I |
| And we two were left behind | I |
| - | |
| When in accents low yet thrilling | A |
| I did all my love declare | N |
| Mentioned that I'd not a shilling | A |
| Hinted that we need not care | N |
| And complacently you listened | I |
| To my somewhat long address | M |
| Listening at the same time isn't | I |
| Quite the same as saying Yes | M |
| - | |
| Once a happy child I carolled | I |
| O'er green lawns the whole day through | O |
| Not unpleasingly apparelled | I |
| In a tightish suit of blue | O |
| What a change has now passed o'er me | P |
| Now with what dismay I see | P |
| Every rising morn before me | P |
| Goodness gracious patience me | P |
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| And I'll prowl a moodier Lara | Q |
| Through the world as prowls the bat | I |
| And habitually wear a | Q |
| Cypress wreath around my hat | I |
| And when Death snuffs out the taper | R |
| Of my Life as soon he must | I |
| I'll send up to every paper | R |
| 'Died T Mivins of disgust ' | - |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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