Boccaccio Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDF GHIHJEJK KLKLMEMK NONOPEPK QAQARERK SMSMTETK AUAUGEIK| One day upon a topmost shelf | A |
| I found a precious prize indeed | B |
| Which father used to read himself | A |
| But did not want us boys to read | C |
| A brown old book of certain age | D |
| As type and binding seemed to show | E |
| While on the spotted title page | D |
| Appeared the name 'Boccaccio ' | F |
| - | |
| I'd never heard that name before | G |
| But in due season it became | H |
| To him who fondly brooded o'er | I |
| Those pages a belov d name | H |
| Adown the centuries I walked | J |
| Mid pastoral scenes and royal show | E |
| With seigneurs and their dames I talked | J |
| The crony of Boccaccio | K |
| - | |
| Those courtly knights and sprightly maids | K |
| Who really seemed disposed to shine | L |
| In gallantries and escapades | K |
| Anon became great friends of mine | L |
| Yet was there sentiment with fun | M |
| And oftentimes my tears would flow | E |
| At some quaint tale of valor done | M |
| As told by my Boccaccio | K |
| - | |
| In boyish dreams I saw again | N |
| Bucolic belles and dames of court | O |
| The princely youths and monkish men | N |
| Arrayed for sacrifice or sport | O |
| Again I heard the nightingale | P |
| Sing as she sang those years ago | E |
| In his embowered Italian vale | P |
| To my revered Boccaccio | K |
| - | |
| And still I love that brown old book | Q |
| I found upon the topmost shelf | A |
| I love it so I let none look | Q |
| Upon the treasure but myself | A |
| And yet I have a strapping boy | R |
| Who I have every cause to know | E |
| Would to its full extent enjoy | R |
| The friendship of Boccaccio | K |
| - | |
| But boys are oh so different now | S |
| From what they were when I was one | M |
| I fear my boy would not know how | S |
| To take that old raconteur's fun | M |
| In your companionship O friend | T |
| I think it wise alone to go | E |
| Plucking the gracious fruits that bend | T |
| Wheree'er you lead Boccaccio | K |
| - | |
| So rest you there upon the shelf | A |
| Clad in your garb of faded brown | U |
| Perhaps sometime my boy himself | A |
| Shall find you out and take you down | U |
| Then may he feel the joy once more | G |
| That thrilled me filled me years ago | E |
| When reverently I brooded o'er | I |
| The glories of Boccaccio | K |
Eugene Field
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