Stoves And Sunshine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAA AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHII EEJJKK AALLMM AANNAA| Prate ye who will of so called charms you find across the sea | A |
| The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough for me | A |
| I've done the grand for fourteen months in every foreign clime | A |
| And I've learned a heap of learning but I've shivered all the time | A |
| And the biggest bit of wisdom I've acquired as I can see | A |
| Is that which teaches that this land's the land of lands for me | A |
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| Now I am of opinion that a person should get some | A |
| Warmth in this present life of ours not all in that to come | A |
| So when Boreas blows his blast through country and through town | B |
| Or when upon the muddy streets the stifling fog rolls down | B |
| Go guzzle in a pub or plod some bleak malarious grove | C |
| But let me toast my shrunken shanks beside some Yankee stove | C |
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| The British people say they don't believe in stoves y' know | D |
| Perchance because we warmed 'em so completely years ago | D |
| They talk of drahfts and stuffiness and ill effects of heat | E |
| As they chatter in their barny rooms or shiver 'round the street | E |
| With sunshine such a rarity and stoves esteemed a sin | F |
| What wonder they are wedded to their fads catarrh and gin | F |
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| In Germany are stoves galore and yet you seldom find | G |
| A fire within the stoves for German stoves are not that kind | G |
| The Germans say that fires make dirt and dirt's an odious thing | H |
| But the truth is that the pfennig is the average Teuton's king | H |
| And since the fire costs pfennigs why the thrifty soul denies | I |
| Himself all heat except what comes with beer and exercise | I |
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| The Frenchman builds a fire of cones the Irishman of peat | E |
| The frugal Dutchman buys a fire when he has need of heat | E |
| That is to say he pays so much each day to one who brings | J |
| The necessary living coals to warm his soup and things | J |
| In Italy and Spain they have no need to heat the house | K |
| 'Neath balmy skies the native picks the mandolin and louse | K |
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| Now we've no mouldy catacombs no feudal castles grim | A |
| No ruined monasteries no abbeys ghostly dim | A |
| Our ancient history is new our future's all ahead | L |
| And we've got a tariff bill that's made all Europe sick abed | L |
| But what is best though short on tombs and academic groves | M |
| We double discount Christendom on sunshine and on stoves | M |
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| Dear land of mine I come to you from months of chill and storm | A |
| Blessing the honest people whose hearts and hearths are warm | A |
| A fairer sweeter song than this I mean to weave to you | N |
| When I've reached my lakeside 'dobe and once get heated through | N |
| But even then the burthen of that fairer song shall be | A |
| That the land of stoves and sunshine is good enough for me | A |
Eugene Field
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