To Children: For Tyrants Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDC A EFGGF A HIJJI AK K LMNNN A OPHHP A NQNNQ A NRAAR K NSOOS K NKOTK K NURRU K NNVVN K NRWWR R KNNNN R KNXXN

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Strike not thy dog with a stickB
I did it yesterdayC
Not to undo though I gainedD
The Paradise heavy it rainedD
On Kobold's flanks and he layC
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IIA
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Little Bruno our long ear pupE
From his hunt had come back to my heelF
I heard a sharp worrying soundG
And Bruno foamed on the groundG
With Koby as making a mealF
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IIIA
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I did what I could not undoH
Were the gates of the Paradise shutI
Behind me I deemed it was justJ
I left Koby crouched in the dustJ
Some yards from the woodman's hutI
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He bewhimpered his welting and IA
Scarce thought it enough for him soK
By degrees through the upper box grove-
Within me an old story hove-
Of a man and a dog you shall knowK
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V-
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The dog was of novel breedL
The Shannon retriever untriedM
His master an old Irish lordN
In an oaken armchair snoredN
At midnight whisky besideN
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VIA
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Perched up a desolate towerO
Where the black storm wind was a whipP
To set it nigh spinning these twoH
Were alone like the last of a crewH
Outworn in a wave beaten shipP
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VIIA
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The dog lifted muzzle and sniffedN
He quitted his couch on the rugQ
Nose to floor nose aloft whined barkedN
And finding the signals unmarkedN
Caught a hand in a death grapple tugQ
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VIIIA
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He pulled till his master jumpedN
For fury of wrath and laid onR
With the length of a tough knotted staffA
Fit to drive the life flying like chaffA
And leave a sheer carcase anonR
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IXK
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That done he sat panted and cursedN
The vile cross of this brute nevermoreS
Would he house it to rear such a curO
The dog dragged his legs pained to stirO
Eyed his master dropped barked at the doorS
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XK
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Then his master raised head too and sniffedN
It struck him the dog had a senseK
That honoured both dam and sireO
You have guessed how the tower was afireT
The Shannon retriever dates thenceK
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XIK
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I mused saw the pup ease his heartN
Of his instinct for chasing and sinkU
Overwrought by excitement so newR
A scene that for Koby to viewR
Was the seizure of nerves in a linkU
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XIIK
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And part sympathetic and partN
Imitatively raged my poor bruteN
And I not thinking of illV
Doing eviller nerves are stillV
Our savage too quick at the rootN
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XIIIK
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They spring us I proved it albeitN
I played executioner thenR
For discipline justice the likeW
Yon stick I had handy to strikeW
Should have warned of the tyrant in menR
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XIVR
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You read in your History booksK
How the Prince in his youth had a mindN
For governing gently his landN
Ah the use of that weapon at handN
When the temper is other than kindN
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XVR
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At home all was well Koby's ribsK
Not so sore as my thoughts if beguiledN
He forgives me his criminal airX
Throws a shade of Llewellyn's despairX
For the hound slain for saving his childN

George Meredith



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