The Dog-star Rages Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFGFFHFH IJIJCKLL BMBMININ IOPLQBQB BRBRCBCL STSTBUBU BVBHWXWX YBYBBZBZ IA2LA2FDFD ITITZRZR BB2BB2FC2FL

Unseal the city fountainsA
And let the waters flowB
In coolness from the mountainsA
Unto the plains belowB
My brain is parched and erringC
The pavement hot and dryD
And not a breath is stirringC
Beneath the burning skyD
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The belles have all departedE
There does not linger oneF
Of course the mart's desertedG
By every mother's sonF
Except the street musicianF
And men of lesser noteH
Whose only earthly missionF
Seems but to toil and voteH
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A woman blessings on herI
Beneath my window seeJ
She's singing what an honorI
Oh Woodman spare that treeJ
Her man the air is killingC
His organ's out of tuneK
They're gone with my last shilling See NotesL
To Florence's saloon See NotesL
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New York is most compactlyB
Of brick and mortar madeM
Thermometer exactlyB
One hundred in the shadeM
A furnace would be saferI
Than this my letter roomN
Where gleams the sun a waferI
About to seal my doomN
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The town looks like an ogreI
The country like a brideO
Wealth hies to SaratogaP
And Worth to Sunny side See NotesL
While fashion seeks the islandsQ
Encircled by the seaB
Taste find the Hudson HighlandsQ
More beautiful and freeB
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The omnibuses rumbleB
Along their cobbled wayR
The twelve inside more humbleB
Than he who takes the payR
From morn till midnight stealingC
His horses come and goB
The only creatures feelingC
The luxury of wo See NotesL
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We editors of papersS
Who coin our brains for breadT
By solitary tapersS
While others doze in bedT
Have tasks as sad and lonelyB
However wrong or rightU
But with this difference onlyB
The horses rest at nightU
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From twelve till nearly fiftyB
I've toiled and idled notV
And though accounted thriftyB
I'm scarcely worth a groatH
However I inheritW
What few have ever gainedX
A bright and cheerful spiritW
That never has complainedX
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A stillness and a sadnessY
Pervade the City HallB
And speculating madnessY
Has left the street of WallB
The Union Square looks reallyB
Both desolate and darkZ
And that's the case or nearlyB
From Battery to ParkZ
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Had I a yacht like MillerI
That skimmer of the seasA2
A wheel rigged on a tiller See NotesL
And a fresh gunwale breezeA2
A crew of friends well chosenF
And all a taunto ID
Would sail for regions frozenF
I'd rather freeze than fryD
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Oh this confounded weatherI
As some one sang or saidT
My pen thought but a featherI
Is heavier than leadT
At every pore I'm oosingZ
I'm caving in to dayR
My plumptitude I'm losingZ
And dripping fast awayR
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I'm weeping like the willowB
That droops in leaf and boughB2
Let Croton's sparkling billowB
Flow through the city nowB2
And as becomes her stationF
The muse will close her prayerC2
God save the CorporationF
Long live the valiant Mayor See NotesL

George Pope Morris



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