The Last Despatch. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCB DEFFE GHIIH JHIKH LLLLL LMHHM BLNNL OHPPH QICCI CHCCH| Hurrah the Season's past at last | A |
| At length we've done our pleasure | B |
| Dear Pater if you only knew | C |
| How much I've longed for home and you | C |
| Our own green lawn and leisure | B |
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| And then the pets One half forgets | D |
| The dear dumb friends in Babel | E |
| I hope my special fish is fed | F |
| I long to see poor Nigra's head | F |
| Pushed at me from the stable | E |
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| I long to see the cob and Rob | G |
| Old Bevis and the Collie | H |
| And won't we read in Traveller's Rest | I |
| Home readings after all are best | I |
| None else seem half so jolly | H |
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| One misses your dear kindly store | J |
| Of fancies quaint and funny | H |
| One misses too your kind bon mot | I |
| The Mayfair wit I mostly know | K |
| Has more of gall than honey | H |
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| How tired one grows of calls and balls | L |
| This toujours perdrix wearies | L |
| I'm longing quite for Notes on Knox | L |
| Apropos I've the loveliest box | L |
| For holding Notes and Queries | L |
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| A change of place would suit my case | L |
| You'll take me on probation | M |
| As Lady help then let it be | H |
| I feel as Lavender shall see | H |
| That Jams are my vocation | M |
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| How's Lavender My love to her | B |
| Does Briggs still flirt with Flowers | L |
| Has Hawthorn stubbed the common clear | N |
| You'll let me give some picnics Dear | N |
| And ask the Vanes and Towers | L |
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| I met Belle Vane HE'S still in Spain | O |
| Sir John won't let them marry | H |
| Aunt drove the boys to Brompton Rink | P |
| And Charley changing Charley think | P |
| Is now au mieux with Carry | H |
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| And NO You know what No I mean | Q |
| There's no one yet at present | I |
| The Benedick I have in view | C |
| Must be a something wholly new | C |
| One's father's far too pleasant | I |
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| So hey I say for home and you | C |
| Good by to Piccadilly | H |
| Balls beaux and Bolton row adieu | C |
| Expect me Dear at half past two | C |
| Till then your Own Fond MILLY | H |
Henry Austin Dobson
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