Father Camus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHIJJKLLE EMMNNLLAAOOPPQQRRDDS SNNEETTUUJJVVWW XXYZRRA2A2B2B2C2C2 DDD2D2E2E2| Smoking lately in my Funny as I'm wont beneath the bank | A |
| Listening to Cam's rippling murmurs thro' the weeds and willows dank | A |
| As I chewed the Cud of fancy from the water there appeared | B |
| An old man fierce eyed and filthy with a long and tangled beard | B |
| To the oozy shore he paddled clinging to my Funny's nose | C |
| Till in all his mud majestic Cam's gigantic form arose | C |
| Brawny broad of shoulders was he hairy were his face and head | D |
| And amid loud lamentations tears incessantly he shed | D |
| Son he cried the sorrows pity of thy melancholy sire | E |
| Pity Camus pity Cambridge pity our disasters dire | F |
| Five long years hath Isis triumphed five long years have seen my Eight | G |
| Rowing second vainly struggling 'gainst an unrelenting fate | G |
| What will be the end I know not what will be the doom of Camus | H |
| Shall I die disowned dishonoured Shall I live and yet be famous | I |
| Backs as strong as oxen have we legs Herculean and bare | J |
| Legs that in the ring with Titan wrestler might to wrestle dare | J |
| Arms we have long straight and sinewy | K |
| Shoulders broad necks thick and strong | L |
| Necks that to the earth supporting Atlas might full well belong | L |
| But our strength un scientific strives in vain thro' stagnant water | E |
| Every day I blush to own it Cambridge strokes are rowing shorter | E |
| With a short spasmodic impulse see the boats a moment leap | M |
| Starting with a flying motion soon they stop and sink to sleep | M |
| Where are Stanley Jones and Courage where is 'Judas' stout and tall | N |
| Where the Stroke named ''all' by Bargemen known to Cambridge as 'Jack Hall' | N |
| 'Twas a spectacle to see him in his gig lamps row along | L |
| And the good ship speeding onward swift as Poet's gushing song | L |
| Where is Paley Where is Fairbairn from whose lips the Naiads dank | A |
| Snatched and gave their sweetest kisses when our Eight at Chiswick sank | A |
| What avails it to remember brilliant days now lost in night | O |
| What avails it Putney's annals and past glories to recite | O |
| Lost is Granta lost our glory lost our former pride of place | P |
| Gone are all my blushing honours nought is left me but disgrace | P |
| For regardless of all science every oarsman now obeys | Q |
| Wild new fangled laws and notions never dream'd of in old days | Q |
| But do you my gentle Freshmen who have youth in every vein | R |
| Labour by your manly valour our lost laurels to regain | R |
| When you hear the Cox'n's 'row on all ' then keep erect your head | D |
| Then be your arms and bodies with one motion for'ard sped | D |
| Sit firm upon your cushions all and when the oar is in | S |
| With one harmonious action let your work at once begin | S |
| Press your feet against the stretcher and your legs with vigour ply | N |
| Till the ship as swift as lightning thro' the yielding water fly | N |
| He who 'misses the beginning' makes his comrades all to suffer | E |
| Spoils the swing and is a nuisance turn him out for he's a duffer | E |
| Having made a good beginning you must carry on the work | T |
| And until the stroke is finished not an atom must you shirk | T |
| I have seen no names I mention certain oarsmen with a dash | U |
| Plunge their oars into the water and produce a sudden splash | U |
| But the middle and the finish are all wasted in the air | J |
| And no human constitution can such toil incessant bear | J |
| For although the ship at starting may at once its distance clear | V |
| And victory seem certain when the winning post is near | V |
| The crew worn out and breathless have nothing in them left | W |
| And though pluck may ne'er desert them of their vigour are bereft | W |
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| And do you my Palinuris steering straight the gallant bark | X |
| By voice and exhortation keep your heroes to the mark | X |
| Cheer the plucky chide the cowards who to do their work are loth | Y |
| And forbid them to grow torpid by indulging selfish sloth | Z |
| Fool I know my words are idle yet if any love remain | R |
| If my honour be your glory my discredit be your pain | R |
| If a spark of old affection in your hearts be still alive | A2 |
| Rally round old Father Camus and his glories past revive | A2 |
| Then adorned with reedy garland shall I take my former throne | B2 |
| And victor of proud Isis reign triumphant and alone | B2 |
| Then no more shall Cloacina with my streams her offerings blend | C2 |
| And old Camus clear as crystal to the ocean shall descend | C2 |
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| He spoke and 'neath the surface black as pitch he hid his head | D |
| And punting out my Funny I my homeward journey sped | D |
| But a strange ambrosial odour as the God sank 'neath the flood | D2 |
| Seem'd to float and hover round me creeping upward from the mud | D2 |
| And for ever from the water's troubled face there seem'd to rise | E2 |
| A melancholy fragrance of dead dogs unto the skies | E2 |
Edward Woodley Bowling
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