Athletes And Aesthesis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE FFGG DDHH IIF JJK DDLL MMD NNOO PPQQ RRD SSA TTU AAVV CCD FFWW RRI

An Idyll of the CamA
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It was an Undergraduate his years were scarce nineteenB
Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seenB
For his step was light and jaunty and around him wide and farC
He puffed the fragrant odours of a casual cigarC
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It was a sweet girl graduate her years were thirty twoD
Her brow was intellectual her whole appearance blueD
Her dress was mediaeval and as if by way of charmE
Six volumes strapped together she was bearing 'neath her armE
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'My beautiful Aesthesis ' the young man rashly criedF
'I am the young Athletes of Trinity the prideF
I have large estates in Ireland which ere long will pay me rentG
I have rooms in Piccadilly and a farm unlet in KentG
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'My achievements thou hast heard of how I chalk the wily cueD
Pull an oar and wield the willow and have won my double blueD
How I ride and play lawn tennis how I make a claret cupH
Own the sweetest of bull terriers and a grand St Bernard pupH
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'But believe me since I've seen thee all these pleasures are a boreI
Life has now one only object fit to love and to adoreI
Long in silence have I worshipped long in secret have I sighedF
Tell me beautiful Aesthesis wilt thou be my blooming bride '-
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'Sir Student ' quoth the maiden 'you are really quite intenseJ
And I ever of this honour shall retain the highest senseJ
But forgive me if I venture' faintly blushing thus she spokeK
'Is not true love inconsistent with tobacco's mundane smoke '-
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'Perish all that comes between us ' cried Athletes as he threwD
His weed full fifty paces in the stream of Camus blueD
The burning weed encountered the cold river with the hissL
Which ensues when fire and water wranglers old are forced to kissL
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'Sir Student much I thank thee ' said the Lady 'thou hast shownM
The fragrance of a lily or of petals freshly blownM
But before to thee I listen there are questions not a fewD
Which demand from thee an answer satisfactory and true '-
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'Fire away ' exclaimed Athletes 'I will do the best I canN
But remember gentle Maiden that I'm not a reading manN
So your humble servant begs you put your questions pretty plainO
For my Tutors all assure me I'm not overstocked with brainO
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'Sir Student' cried the Lady and her glance was stern and highP
Hast thou felt the soft vibration of a summer sunset skyP
Art thou soulful Art thou tuneful Cans't thou weep o'er nature's woesQ
Art thou redolent of Ruskin Dost thou love a yellow roseQ
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'Hast thou bathed in emanations from the canvass of Burne JonesR
As thou gazest at a Whistler doth it whistle wistful tonesR
Art thou sadly sympathetic with a symphony in blueD
Tell me tell me gentle Student art thou really quite tootoo '-
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''Pon my word ' replied the Student 'this is coming it too strongS
I can sketch a bit at Lecture and can sing a comic songS
But my head with all these subjects 'tis impossible to cramA
So my beautiful Aesthesis you must take me as I am '-
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'Wilt thou come into my parlour ' sweetly blushing asked the MaidT
'To my little bower in Girton where a table shall be laidT
Pen and paper I will bring thee and whatever thou shalt askU
That is lawful shall be granted for performance of thy task '-
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Lightly leapt the young Athletes from his seat beside the CamA
'This is tempting me by Jingo to submit to an ExamA
So it's time my learned Lady you and I should say good bye'V
And he stood with indignation and wild terror in his eyeV
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They parted and Athletes had not left her very farC
Ere again he puffed the odours of a casual cigarC
But he oftentimes lamented as to manhood's years he grewD
'What a pity such a stunner was so spoilt by being blue '-
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And Aesthesis as she watched him with his swinging manly strideF
The 'double blue' Athletes of Trinity the prideF
Found it difficult entirely to eradicate love's dartW
As she listened to thy Lecture Slade Professor of Fine ArtW
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And Ruskin and the warblings of Whistler and Burne JonesR
And symphonies in colours and sunset's silent tonesR
Move her not as once they moved her for she weeps in sorrow soreI
'O had I loved Athletes less or he loved culture more '-
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Edward Woodley Bowling



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