Granta: A Medley Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FEFE GBHB BIBI JKJK LBLB MDMD NONP QRQR SKSK TDTD DUDU FVFV WEWE XKXK FGFG YZYZ A2B2A2I C2DC2D D2E2D2F2 G2BG2B DH2DZ I2J2K2L2 DGDG| Oh could Le Sage's demon's gift | A |
| Be realized at my desire | B |
| This night my trembling form he'd lift | A |
| To place it on St Mary's spire | C |
| - | |
| Then would unroof'd old Granta's halls | D |
| Pedantic inmates full display | E |
| Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls' | D |
| The price of venal votes to pay | E |
| - | |
| Then would I view each rival wight | F |
| Petty and Palreerston survey | E |
| Who canvass there with all their might | F |
| Against the next elective day | E |
| - | |
| Lo candidates and voters lie | G |
| All lull'd in sleep a goodly number | B |
| A race renown'd for piety | H |
| Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber | B |
| - | |
| Lord H indeed rnay not demur | B |
| Fellows are sage reflecting men | I |
| They know preferment can occur | B |
| But very seldom now and then | I |
| - | |
| They know the Chancellor has got | J |
| Some pretty livings in disposal | K |
| Each hopes that one may be his lot | J |
| And therefore smiles on his proposal | K |
| - | |
| Now from the soporific scene | L |
| I'll turn mine eye as night grows later | B |
| To view unheeded and unseen | L |
| The studious sons of Alma Mater | B |
| - | |
| There in apartments small and damp | M |
| The candidate for college prizes | D |
| Sits poring by the midnight lamp | M |
| Goes late to bed yet early rises | D |
| - | |
| He surely well deserves to gain them | N |
| With all the honours of his college | O |
| Who striving hardly to obtain them | N |
| Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge | P |
| - | |
| Who sacrifices hours of rest | Q |
| To scan precisely meres Attic | R |
| Or agitates his anxious breast | Q |
| In solving problems mathematic | R |
| - | |
| Who reads false quantities in Seale | S |
| Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle | K |
| Deprived of many a wholesome meal | S |
| In barbarous Latin doom'd to wrangle | K |
| - | |
| Renouncing every pleasing page | T |
| From authors of historic use | D |
| Preferring to the letter'd sage | T |
| The square of the hypothenuse | D |
| - | |
| Still harmless are these occupations | D |
| That hurt none but the hapless student | U |
| Compared with other recreations | D |
| Which bring together the imprudent | U |
| - | |
| Whose daring revels shock the sight | F |
| When vice and infamy combine | V |
| When drunkenness and dice invite | F |
| As every sense is steep'd in wine | V |
| - | |
| Not so the methodistic crew | W |
| Who plans of reformation lay | E |
| In humble attitude they sue | W |
| And for the sins of others pray | E |
| - | |
| Forgetting that their pride of spirit | X |
| Their exultation in their trial | K |
| Detracts most largely from the merit | X |
| Of all their boasted self denial | K |
| - | |
| 'Tis morn from these I turn my sight | F |
| What scene is this which meets the eye | G |
| A numerous crowd array'd in white | F |
| Across the green in numbers fly | G |
| - | |
| Loud rings in air the chapel bell | Y |
| 'Tis hush'd what sounds are these I hear | Z |
| The organ's soft celestial swell | Y |
| Rolls deeply on the list'ning ear | Z |
| - | |
| To this is join'd the sacred song | A2 |
| The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain | B2 |
| Though he who hears the music long | A2 |
| Will never wish to hear again | I |
| - | |
| Our choir would be scarcely excused | C2 |
| Even as a band of raw beginners | D |
| All mercy now must be refused | C2 |
| To such a set of croaking sinners | D |
| - | |
| If David when his toils were ended | D2 |
| Had heard these blockheads sing before him | E2 |
| To us his psalms had ne'er descended | D2 |
| In furious mood he would have tore 'em | F2 |
| - | |
| The luckless Israelites when taken | G2 |
| By some inhuman tyrant's order | B |
| Were ask'd to sing by joy forsaken | G2 |
| On Babylonian river's border | B |
| - | |
| Oh had they sung in notes like these | D |
| Inspired by stratagem or fear | H2 |
| They might have set their hearts at ease | D |
| The devil a soul had stay'd to hear | Z |
| - | |
| But if I scribble longer now | I2 |
| The deuce a soul will stay to read | J2 |
| My pen is blunt my ink is low | K2 |
| 'Tis almost time to stop indeed | L2 |
| - | |
| Therefore farewell old Granta's spires | D |
| No more like Cleofas I fly | G |
| No more thy theme my muse inspires | D |
| The reader's tired and so am I | G |
George Gordon Byron
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Granta: A Medley
Granta: A Medley is a poem by George Gordon Byron. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about Granta: A Medley poem by George Gordon Byron
Best Poems of George Gordon Byron