The High Priest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGBHBH IJIJ KH LMLMNFNF OPOPF F HQHQHDHD| Nay why do foolish politicians strive | A |
| To win a fleeting popularity | B |
| In vain in vain they jealously contrive | A |
| To turn the doting Public Eye from Me | B |
| What was this land this nation destined for | C |
| For Art Trade Politics All out of place | D |
| Behold I am the Sporting Editor | E |
| I call the race | D |
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| Reviewers leader writers what are they | F |
| Subs poets novelists Scribes of a sort | G |
| Mere puny scribbling creatures of a day | F |
| While I the people's idol stand for Sport | G |
| For mark when inspiration falls on me | B |
| What recks the public of that nameless band | H |
| I ope' my lips and wisdom gushing free | B |
| O'erflows the land | H |
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| I lift my voice and lo an army wakes | I |
| A mighty host a hundred thousand strong | J |
| To spread the message while the nation quakes | I |
| And thunders with the burden of my song | J |
| 'Ten lengths from home 'Gray Lad' outstripped 'The Witch ' | - |
| And passed the post by just a short neck first ' | - |
| These are the words the pregnant words for which | K |
| The land's athirst | H |
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| They are the children of my brain mine own | L |
| These mighty words for which the people yearn | M |
| The product of my genius alone | L |
| Would you begrudge the laurels that I earn | M |
| Mark you yon sturdy native strong o' limb | N |
| That leans against the lamp post o'er the way | F |
| Approach and learn of my great fame from him | N |
| Approach and say | F |
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| 'Awake Arise A curse on him who waits | O |
| Behold young man thy country needs thy like | P |
| The yellow hordes are panting at our gates | O |
| Arouse young patriot go forth and strike | P |
| Awake and cast they reeking 'fag' away | F |
| Arise and take the white man's burden up ' | - |
| 'I'll lay you ten to one in 'quids '' he'll say | F |
| 'Wot's won the Cup ' | - |
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| Behold the High Priest of the people's creed | H |
| Proclaim his genius The bays The bays | Q |
| Come crown the Sporting Editor indeed | H |
| He is familiar with bays with grays | Q |
| 'Ten lengths from home ' How exquisite How chaste | H |
| ''Gray Lad' outstripped 'The Witch' ' What style What grace | D |
| Come beauty twine a laurel wreath Nay haste | H |
| He calls the race | D |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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