Sat Est Scripsisse. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE FFGG HHEE IIJJ KKLL MMNO| To E G With A Collection Of Essays | A |
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| When You and I have wandered beyond the reach of call | B |
| And all our Works immortal lie scattered on the Stall | B |
| It may be some new Reader in that remoter age | C |
| Will find the present volume and listless turn the page | C |
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| For him I speak these verses And Sir I say to him | D |
| This Book you see before you this masterpiece of Whim | D |
| Of Wisdom Learning Fancy if you will please attend | E |
| Was written by its Author who gave it to his Friend | E |
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| For they had worked together been Comrades of the Pen | F |
| They had their points at issue they differed now and then | F |
| But both loved Song and Letters and each had close at heart | G |
| The hopes the aspirations the dear delays of Art | G |
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| And much they talked of Measures and more they talked of Style | H |
| Of Form and lucid Order of labour of the File | H |
| And he who wrote the writing as sheet by sheet was penned | E |
| This all was long ago Sir would read it to his Friend | E |
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| They knew not nor cared greatly if they were spark or star | I |
| They knew to move is somewhat although the goal be far | I |
| And larger light or lesser this thing at least is clear | J |
| They served the Muses truly their service was sincere | J |
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| This tattered page you see Sir this page alone remains | K |
| Yes fourpence is the lowest of all those pleasant pains | K |
| And as for him that read it and as for him that wrote | L |
| No Golden Book enrolls them among its Names of Note | L |
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| And yet they had their office Though they to day are passed | M |
| They marched in that procession where is no first or last | M |
| Though cold is now their hoping though they no more aspire | N |
| They too had once their ardour they handed on the fire | O |
Henry Austin Dobson
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