The Toyman. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEEFFGGHHGG GGIIGGFFJJGG KKFFLLMMFFFFNNKOKFFF F| With Verse is Form the first or Sense | A |
| Hereon men waste their Eloquence | B |
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| Sense cry the one Side Sense of course | C |
| How can you lend your Theme its Force | C |
| How can you be direct and clear | D |
| Concise and best of all sincere | D |
| If you must pen your Strain sublime | E |
| In Bonds of Measure and of Rhyme | E |
| Who ever heard true Grief relate | F |
| Its heartfelt Woes in 'six' and 'eight' | F |
| Or felt his manly Bosom swell | G |
| Beneath a French made Villanelle | G |
| How can your Mens divinior sing | H |
| Within the Sonnet's scanty Ring | H |
| Where she must chant her Orphic Tale | G |
| In just so many Lines or fail | G |
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| Form is the first the Others bawl | G |
| If not why write in Verse at all | G |
| Why not your throbbing Thoughts expose | I |
| If verse be such Restraint in Prose | I |
| For surely if you speak your Soul | G |
| Most freely where there's least Control | G |
| It follows you must speak it best | F |
| By Rhyme or Reason unreprest | F |
| Blest Hour be not delayed too long | J |
| When Britain frees her Slaves of Song | J |
| And barred no more by Lack of Skill | G |
| The Mob may crowd Parnassus Hill | G |
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| Just at this Point for you must know | K |
| All this was but the To and fro | K |
| Of MATT and DICK who played with Thought | F |
| And lingered longer than they ought | F |
| So pleasant 'tis to tap one's Box | L |
| And trifle round a Paradox | L |
| There came but I forgot to say | M |
| 'Twas in the Mall the Month was May | M |
| There came a Fellow where they sat | F |
| His Elf locks peeping through his Hat | F |
| Who bore a Basket Straight his Load | F |
| He set upon the Ground and showed | F |
| His newest Toy a Card with Strings | N |
| On this side was a Bird with Wings | N |
| On that a Cage You twirled and lo | K |
| The Twain were one | O |
| Said MATT E'en so | K |
| Here's the Solution in a Word | F |
| Form is the Cage and Sense the Bird | F |
| The Poet twirls them in his Mind | F |
| And wins the Trick with both combined | F |
Henry Austin Dobson
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