The May Term Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB C DDDEABAB FGFGHIHI JEJEKLM BA AHLHL BNBODADA PAQAR RS ROROHLHL ATAT UJU JAJADLDL

Mille venit variis florum Dea nexa coronisA
Scena ioci morem liberioris habetB
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OV FAST IVC
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I wish that the May Term were overD
That its wearisome pleasures were o'erD
And I were reclining in cloverD
On the downs by a wave beaten shoreE
For fathers and mothers by dozensA
And sisters a host without endB
Are bringing up numberless cousinsA
Who have each a particular friendB
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I'm not yet confirmed in misogynyF
They are all very well in their wayG
But my heart is as hard as mahoganyF
When I think of the ladies in MayG
I shudder at each railway whistleH
Like a very much victimized lambI
For I know that the carriages bristleH
With ladies invading the CamI
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Last week as in due preparationJ
For reading I sported my doorE
With surprise and no small indignationJ
I picked up this note on the floorE
'Dear E we are coming to see youK
'So get us some lunch if you canL
'We shall take you to Grassy as JehuM
'Your affectionate friend Mary Ann '-
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Affectionate friend I'm disgustedB
With proofs of affection like theseA
I'm growing 'old tawny and crusted '-
Tho' my nature is easy to pleaseA
An Englishman's home is his castleH
So I think that my friend Mary AnnL
Should respect tho' she deem him her vassalH
The rooms of a reading young manL
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In the days of our fathers how pleasantB
The May Term up here must have beenN
No chignons distracting were presentB
And scarcely a bonnet was seenO
As the boats paddled round Grassy CornerD
No ladies examined the crewsA
Or exclaimed with the voice of the scornerD
'Look how Mr Arculus screwsA
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But now there are ladies in CollegeP
There are ladies in Chapels and HallsA
No doubt 'tis a pure love of knowledgeQ
That brings them within our old wallsA
For they talk about Goldie's 'beginning'R
Know the meaning of 'finish' and 'scratch '-
And will bet even gloves on our winningR
The Boat Race Athletics or MatchS
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There's nothing but music and dancingR
Bands playing on each College greenO
And bright eyes are merrily glancingR
Where nothing but books should be seenO
They tell of a grave Dean a fableH
That reproving an idle young manL
He faltered for on his own tableH
He detected in horror a fanL
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Through Libraries Kitchens MuseumsA
These Prussian like Amazons rushT
Over manuscripts joints mausoleumsA
With equal intensity gushT
Then making their due 'requisition '-
From 'the lions' awhile they refrainU
And repose in the perfect fruitionJ
Of ices cold fowl and champagneU
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Mr Editor answer my questionJ
When O when shall this tyranny ceaseA
Shall the process of mental digestionJ
Ne'er find from the enemy peaceA
Above all if my name you should guess SirD
Keep it quite to yourself if you canL
For I dread more than words can express SirD
My affectionate friend Mary AnnL
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Edward Woodley Bowling



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