To His Book. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFF AAGGHHIIJJKKLMNNOOPP QQ HHEERRNNNNSSHH| HOR EP I | A |
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| For mart and street you seem to pine | B |
| With restless glances Book of mine | B |
| Still craving on some stall to stand | C |
| Fresh pumiced from the binder's hand | C |
| You chafe at locks and burn to quit | D |
| Your modest haunt and audience fit | D |
| For hearers less discriminate | E |
| I reared you up for no such fate | E |
| Still if you must be published go | F |
| But mind you can't come back you know | F |
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| What have I done I hear you cry | A |
| And writhe beneath some critic's eye | A |
| What did I want when scarce polite | G |
| They do but yawn and roll you tight | G |
| And yet methinks if I may guess | H |
| Putting aside your heartlessness | H |
| In leaving me and this your home | I |
| You should find favour too at Rome | I |
| That is they'll like you while you're young | J |
| When you are old you'll pass among | J |
| The Great Unwashed then thumbed and sped | K |
| Be fretted of slow moths unread | K |
| Or to Ilerda you'll be sent | L |
| Or Utica for banishment | M |
| And I whose counsel you disdain | N |
| At that your lot shall laugh amain | N |
| Wryly as he who like a fool | O |
| Thrust o'er the cliff his restive mule | O |
| Nay there is worse behind In age | P |
| They e'en may take your babbling page | P |
| In some remotest slum to teach | Q |
| Mere boys their rudiments of speech | Q |
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| But go When on warm days you see | H |
| A chance of listeners speak of me | H |
| Tell them I soared from low estate | E |
| A freedman's son to higher fate | E |
| That is make up to me in worth | R |
| What you must take in point of birth | R |
| Then tell them that I won renown | N |
| In peace and war and pleased the town | N |
| Paint me as early gray and one | N |
| Little of stature fond of sun | N |
| Quick tempered too but nothing more | S |
| Add if they ask I'm forty four | S |
| Or was the year that over us | H |
| Both Lollius ruled and Lepidus | H |
Henry Austin Dobson
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