At The Ball Game Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLM NNOO PPQQ| What gods or heroes whose brave deeds none can dispute | A |
| Will you record O Clio on the harp and flute | A |
| What lofty names shall sportive Echo grant a place | B |
| On Pindus' crown or Helicon's cool shadowy space | B |
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| Sing not my Orpheus sweeping oft the tuneful strings | C |
| Of gliding streams and nimble winds and such poor things | C |
| But lend your measures to a theme of noble thought | D |
| And crown with laurel these great heroes as you ought | D |
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| Now steps Ryanus forth at call of furious Mars | E |
| And from his oaken staff the sphere speeds to the stars | E |
| And now he gains the tertiary goal and turns | F |
| While whiskered balls play round the timid staff of Burns | F |
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| Lo from the tribunes on the bleachers comes a shout | G |
| Beseeching bold Ansonius to line 'em out | G |
| And as Apollo's flying chariot cleaves the sky | H |
| So stanch Ansonius lifts the frightened ball on high | H |
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| Like roar of ocean beating on the Cretan cliff | I |
| The strong Komiske gives the panting sphere a biff | I |
| And from the tribunes rise loud murmurs everywhere | J |
| When twice and thrice Mikellius beats the mocking air | J |
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| And as Achilles' fleet the Trojan waters sweeps | K |
| So horror sways the throng Pfefferius sleeps | K |
| And stalwart Konnor though by Mercury inspired | L |
| The Equus Carolus defies and is retired | M |
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| So waxes fierce the strife between these godlike men | N |
| And as the hero's fame grows by Virgilian pen | N |
| So let Clarksonius Maximus be raised to heights | O |
| As far above the moon as moon o'er lesser lights | O |
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| But as for me the ivy leaf is my reward | P |
| If you a place among the lyric bards accord | P |
| With crest exalted and O People with delight | Q |
| I'll proudly strike the stars and so be out of sight | Q |
Eugene Field
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