Granta: A Medley Poem Rhyme Scheme

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Who sacrifices hours of rest	Q
To scan precisely meres Attic	R
Or agitates his anxious breast	Q
In solving problems mathematic	R
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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
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Renouncing every pleasing page	T
From authors of historic use	D
Preferring to the letter'd sage	T
The square of the hypothenuse	D
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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
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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
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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
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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
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'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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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