Precious Stones. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE FFFGAHAH IJIJIIII KFKFILIL IMIMNONO PLPLQFQF RFRFSTSU IRIRAFAF| An Incident In Modern History | A |
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| My Cherrystones I prize them | B |
| No tongue can tell how much | C |
| Each lady caller eyes them | B |
| And madly longs to touch | C |
| At eve I lift them down I look | D |
| Upon them and I cry | E |
| Recalling how my Prince 'partook' | D |
| Sweet word of cherry pie | E |
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| To me it was an Era | F |
| In life that Dejeuner | F |
| They ate they sipp'd Madeira | F |
| Much in the usual way | G |
| Many a soft item there would be | A |
| No doubt upon the carte | H |
| But one made life a heaven to me | A |
| It was the cherry tart | H |
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| Lightly the spoonfuls enter'd | I |
| That mouth on which the gaze | J |
| Of ten fair girls was centred | I |
| In rapturous amaze | J |
| Soon that august assemblage clear'd | I |
| The dish and as they ate | I |
| The stones all coyly re appear'd | I |
| On each illustrious plate | I |
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| And when His Royal Highness | K |
| Withdrew to take the air | F |
| Waiving our natural shyness | K |
| We swoop'd upon his chair | F |
| Policemen at our garments clutch'd | I |
| We mock'd those feeble powers | L |
| And soon the treasures that had touch'd | I |
| Exalted lips were ours | L |
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| One large one at the moment | I |
| It seem'd almost divine | M |
| Was got by that Miss Beaumont | I |
| And three O three are mine | M |
| Yes the three stones that rest beneath | N |
| Glass on that plain deal shelf | O |
| Stranger once dallied with the teeth | N |
| Of Royalty itself | O |
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| Let Parliament abolish | P |
| Churches and States and Thrones | L |
| With reverent hand I'll polish | P |
| Still still my Cherrystones | L |
| A clod a piece of orange peel | Q |
| An end of a cigar | F |
| Once trod on by a Princely heel | Q |
| How beautiful they are | F |
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| Years since I climb'd Saint Michael | R |
| His Mount you'll all go there | F |
| Of course and those who like'll | R |
| Sit in Saint Michael's Chair | F |
| For there I saw within a frame | S |
| The pen O heavens the pen | T |
| With which a Duke had sign'd his name | S |
| And other gentlemen | U |
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| Great among geese I faltered | I |
| Is she who grew that quill | R |
| And Deathless Bird unalter'd | I |
| Is mine opinion still | R |
| Yet sometimes as I view my three | A |
| Stones with a thoughtful brow | F |
| I think there possibly might be | A |
| E'en greater geese than thou | F |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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