Ode - 'on A Distant Prospect' Of Making A Fortune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAC DEDEFGHG IJIJIKIK ILILMNMN IDIDIIII AOAOIMIM IPIPQQQQ RIRISISINow 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 | G |
And I have a dismal presage | H |
That she'll call herself to day | G |
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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 | J |
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 | L |
No dark ringleted canaries | M |
Sing to me of hungry foam | N |
No imaginary Marys | M |
Call fictitious cattle home | N |
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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 |
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When in accents low yet thrilling | A |
I did all my love declare | O |
Mentioned that I'd not a shilling | A |
Hinted that we need not care | O |
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 |
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Once a happy child I carolled | I |
O'er green lawns the whole day through | P |
Not unpleasingly apparelled | I |
In a tightish suit of blue | P |
What a change has now passed o'er me | Q |
Now with what dismay I see | Q |
Every rising morn before me | Q |
Goodness gracious patience me | Q |
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And I'll prowl a moodier Lara | R |
Through the world as prowls the bat | I |
And habitually wear a | R |
Cypress wreath around my hat | I |
And when Death snuffs out the taper | S |
Of my Life as soon he must | I |
I'll send up to every paper | S |
Died T Mivins of disgust | I |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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