The Bibliomaniac's Bride Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GCGC HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RKRK STSU| The women folk are like to books | A |
| Most pleasing to the eye | B |
| Whereon if anybody looks | A |
| He feels disposed to buy | B |
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| I hear that many are for sale | C |
| Those that record no dates | D |
| And such editions as regale | C |
| The view with colored plates | D |
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| Of every quality and grade | E |
| And size they may be found | F |
| Quite often beautifully made | E |
| As often poorly bound | F |
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| Now as for me had I my choice | G |
| I'd choose no folio tall | C |
| But some octavo to rejoice | G |
| My sight and heart withal | C |
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| As plump and pudgy as a snipe | H |
| Well worth her weight in gold | I |
| Of honest clean conspicuous type | H |
| And just the size to hold | I |
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| With such a volume for my wife | J |
| How should I keep and con | K |
| How like a dream should run my life | J |
| Unto its colophon | K |
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| Her frontispiece should be more fair | L |
| Than any colored plate | M |
| Blooming with health she would not care | L |
| To extra illustrate | M |
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| And in her pages there should be | N |
| A wealth of prose and verse | O |
| With now and then a jeu d'esprit | N |
| But nothing ever worse | O |
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| Prose for me when I wished for prose | P |
| Verse when to verse inclined | Q |
| Forever bringing sweet repose | P |
| To body heart and mind | Q |
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| Oh I should bind this priceless prize | R |
| In bindings full and fine | K |
| And keep her where no human eyes | R |
| Should see her charms but mine | K |
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| With such a fair unique as this | S |
| What happiness abounds | T |
| Who who could paint my rapturous bliss | S |
| My joy unknown to Lowndes | U |
Eugene Field
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