Under The Trees Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBB BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB BBB| Under the trees Who but agrees | A |
| That there is magic in words such as these | A |
| Promptly one sees shake in the breeze | A |
| Stately lime avenues haunted of bees | A |
| Where looking far over buttercupp'd leas | A |
| Lads and fair shes that is Byron and he's | A |
| An authority lie very much at their ease | A |
| Taking their teas or their duck and green peas | A |
| Or if they prefer it their plain bread and cheese | A |
| Not objecting at all though it's rather a squeeze | A |
| And the glass is I daresay at degrees | A |
| Some get up glees and are mad about Ries | B |
| And Sainton and Tamberlik's thrilling high Cs | B |
| Or if painters hold forth upon Hunt and Maclise | B |
| And the tone and the breadth of that landscape of Lee's | B |
| Or if learned on nodes and the moon's apogees | B |
| Or if serious on something of AKHB's | B |
| Or the latest attempt to convert the Chaldees | B |
| Or in short about all things from earthquakes to fleas | B |
| Some sit in twos or less frequently threes | B |
| With their innocent lambswool or book on their knees | B |
| And talk and enact any nonsense you please | B |
| As they gaze into eyes that are blue as the seas | B |
| And you hear an occasional Harry don't tease | B |
| From the sweetest of lips in the softest of keys | B |
| And other remarks which to me are Chinese | B |
| And fast the time flees till a ladylike sneeze | B |
| Or a portly papa's more elaborate wheeze | B |
| Makes Miss Tabitha seize on her brown muffatees | B |
| And announce as a fact that it's going to freeze | B |
| And that young people ought to attend to their Ps | B |
| And their Qs and not court every form of disease | B |
| Then Tommy eats up the three last ratafias | B |
| And pretty Louise wraps her robe de cerise | B |
| Round a bosom as tender as Widow Machree's | B |
| And in spite of the pleas of her lorn vis a vis | B |
| Goes to wrap up her uncle a patient of Skey's | B |
| Who is prone to catch chills like all old Bengalese | B |
| But at bedtime I trust he'll remember to grease | B |
| The bridge of his nose and preserve his rupees | B |
| From the premature clutch of his fond legatees | B |
| Or at least have no fees to pay any M D s | B |
| For the cold his niece caught sitting under the Trees | B |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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