The Vainglorious Oak And The Modest Bulrush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGHIHI JKJKGLGL MNMNOPOP QRQRSTST EUCUA bulrush stood on a river's rim | A |
And an oak that grew near by | B |
Looked down with cold hauteur on him | A |
And addressed him this way Hi | B |
The rush was a proud patrician and | C |
He retorted Don't you know | D |
What the veriest boor should understand | E |
That 'Hi' is low | D |
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This cutting rebuke the oak ignored | F |
He returned My slender friend | G |
I will frankly state that I'm somewhat bored | F |
With the way you bow and bend | G |
But you quite forget the rush replied | H |
It's an art these bows to do | I |
An art I wouldn't attempt if I'd | H |
Such boughs as you | I |
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Of course said the oak in my sapling days | J |
My habit it was to bow | K |
But the wildest storm that the winds could raise | J |
Would never disturb me now | K |
I challenge the breeze to make me bend | G |
And the blast to make me sway | L |
The shrewd little bulrush answered Friend | G |
Don't get so gay | L |
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And the words had barely left his mouth | M |
When he saw the oak turn pale | N |
For racing along south east by south | M |
Came ripping a raging gale | N |
And the rush bent low as the storm went past | O |
But stiffly stood the oak | P |
Though not for long for he found the blast | O |
No idle joke | P |
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Imagine the lightning's gleaming bars | Q |
Imagine the thunder's roar | R |
For that is exactly what eight stars | Q |
Are set in a row here for | R |
The oak lay prone when the storm was done | S |
While the rush still quite erect | T |
Remarked aside What under the sun | S |
Could one expect | T |
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And THE MORAL I'd have you understand | E |
Would have made La Fontaine blush | U |
For it's this Some storms come early and | C |
Avoid the rush | U |
Guy Wetmore Carryl
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