The Same Old Strain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EE FGH I JJ KKLL MMNN FOPQO MMRR SSKK| Each day that I live I am persuaded anew | A |
| A maxim I long have believed in is true | A |
| Each day I grow firmer in this my belief | B |
| Strong drink causes half the world's trouble and grief | B |
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| Do I take up a paper I read of a fight | C |
| Tom's fist in his eye deprived Jamie of sight | C |
| Both fellows were drinking before it began | D |
| And drink made a brute of a peaceable man | D |
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| Next Jones kills his wife such an awful affair | E |
| She was throttled and pounded and drawn by the hair | E |
| Cause 'Jones had been drinking not in his sane mind ' | - |
| Few men | F |
| are | G |
| who tip up the bottle I find | H |
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| Then a man is assaulted and dirked in the dark | I |
| By two 'jolly boys' who are out on a 'lark ' | - |
| They have ever been peaceable boys but you see | J |
| They drank and 'were hardly themselves' on this spree | J |
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| Just over the street lives the man who is known | K |
| To be honest and kind when he lets drink alone | K |
| But whenever he quaffs from the full flowing bowl | L |
| He is more like a beast than a man with a soul | L |
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| Next door lives the husband who frets at his wife | M |
| With his temper and spleen she's no peace of her life | M |
| Well I know do you he muddles his head | N |
| Every night with hot toddy ere going to bed | N |
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| 'We temperance croakers harp on the same strain ' | - |
| Well the cause is one story again and again | F |
| Fights tragedy troubles all stirred up by drink | O |
| Good reason we have to keep | P |
| harping | Q |
| I think | O |
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| We harp to these words strong drink drives the knife | M |
| To the heart of a friend and deprives him of life | M |
| It turns sober boys into rowdies and knaves | R |
| It steals from the household to fill up the graves | R |
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| Who loves it the most first falls by its art | S |
| It first wins its victim then strikes to the heart | S |
| But one thing is certain it never was known | K |
| To do a man harm if he let it alone | K |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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