The Palace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF FGFHII JKJLMM NONOPP QRQRSS TUTUVV WCWCII XYXYZZ A2HA2GB2C2 DD2DD2DD| They come they come with fife and drum | A |
| And gleaming pikes and glancing banners | B |
| Though the eyes flash the lips are dumb | A |
| To talk in rank would not be manners | B |
| Onward they stride as Britons can | C |
| The ladies following in the Van | C |
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| Who who be these that tramp in threes | D |
| Through sumptuous Piccadilly through | E |
| The roaring Strand and stand at ease | D |
| At last 'neath shadowy Waterloo | E |
| Some gallant Guild I ween are they | F |
| Taking their annual holiday | F |
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| To catch the destin'd train to pay | F |
| Their willing fares and plunge within it | G |
| Is as in old Romaunt they say | F |
| With them the work of half a minute | H |
| Then off they're whirl'd with songs and shouting | I |
| To cedared Sydenham for their outing | I |
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| I mark'd them light with faces bright | J |
| As pansies or a new coin'd florin | K |
| And up the sunless stair take flight | J |
| Close pack'd as rabbits in a warren | L |
| Honour the Brave who in that stress | M |
| Still trod not upon Beauty's dress | M |
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| Kerchief in hand I saw them stand | N |
| In every kerchief lurk'd a lunch | O |
| When they unfurl'd them it was grand | N |
| To watch bronzed men and maidens crunch | O |
| The sounding celery stick or ram | P |
| The knife into the blushing ham | P |
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| Dash'd the bold fork through pies of pork | Q |
| O'er hard boil'd eggs the saltspoon shook | R |
| Leapt from its lair the playful cork | Q |
| Yet some there were to whom the brook | R |
| Seem'd sweetest beverage and for meat | S |
| They chose the red root of the beet | S |
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| Then many a song some rather long | T |
| Came quivering up from girlish throats | U |
| And one young man he came out strong | T |
| And gave The Wolf without his notes | U |
| While they who knew not song or ballad | V |
| Still munch'd approvingly their salad | V |
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| But ah what bard could sing how hard | W |
| The artless banquet o'er they ran | C |
| Down the soft slope with daisies starr'd | W |
| And kingcups onward maid with man | C |
| They flew to scale the breezy swing | I |
| Or court frank kisses in the ring | I |
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| Such are the sylvan scenes that thrill | X |
| This heart The lawns the happy shade | Y |
| Where matrons whom the sunbeams grill | X |
| Stir with slow spoon their lemonade | Y |
| And maidens flirt no extra charge | Z |
| In comfort at the fountain's marge | Z |
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| Others may praise the grand displays | A2 |
| Where fiery arch cascade and comet | H |
| Set the whole garden in a blaze | A2 |
| Far at such times may I be from it | G |
| Though then the public may be lost | B2 |
| In wonder at a trifling cost | C2 |
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| Fann'd by the breeze to puff at ease | D |
| My faithful pipe is all I crave | D2 |
| And if folks rave about the trees | D |
| Lit up by fireworks let them rave | D2 |
| Your monster fetes I like not these | D |
| Though they bring grist to the lessees | D |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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