Advice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCD DCDC CDCD DCDC CDCD DCDCA AEAE FAFA GAGA GAGA HIHI JAJA| AD ARIUSTUM FUSCUM | A |
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| I | - |
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| Horace Book I Ode | B |
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| ' Integer vitae sclerisque purus ' | - |
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| Take it from me A guy who's square | C |
| His chances always are the best | D |
| I'm in the know for I've been there | C |
| And that's no ancient Roman jest | D |
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| What time he hits the hay to rest | D |
| There's nothing on his mind but hair | C |
| No javelin upon his chest | D |
| Take it from me a guy who's square | C |
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| There's nothing that can throw a scare | C |
| Into the contents of his vest | D |
| His name is Eva I Don't Care | C |
| His chances always are the best | D |
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| Why once when I was way out West | D |
| Singing to Lalage a bear | C |
| Came up and I was some distressed | D |
| I'm in the know for I've been there | C |
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| But back he went into his lair | C |
| Cage corner den retreat nook nest | D |
| And left me to 'The Maiden's Prayer' | C |
| And that's no ancient Roman jest | D |
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| In Newtonville or Cedar Crest | D |
| In Cincinnati or Eau Claire | C |
| I'll warble till I am a pest | D |
| 'My Lalage' no matter where | C |
| Take it from me | A |
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| II | - |
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| Fuscus my friend take it from me | A |
| I know the world and what it's made of | E |
| One on the square has naught to be | A |
| Afraid of | E |
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| The Moorish bows and javelins Nope | F |
| Such deadly things need not alarm him | A |
| Why even arrows dipped in dope | F |
| Can't harm him | A |
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| He's safe in any clime or land | G |
| Desert or river hill or valley | A |
| Safe in all places on the Rand | G |
| McNally | A |
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| Why one day in my Sabine grot | G |
| I sang for Lalage to hear me | A |
| A wolf came in and he did not | G |
| Come near me | A |
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| Ah set me on the sunless plain | H |
| In China Norway or Matanzas | I |
| Ay place me anywhere from Maine | H |
| To Kansas | I |
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| Still of my Lalage I'll sing | J |
| Where'er the Fates may chance to dropp me | A |
| And nobody nor anything | J |
| Shall stop me | A |
Franklin Pierce Adams
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