Ned The Larrikin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH II JJ KK LL MM NN OO PP QQ QQ RR QQ SS QQ TT MM UU| A SONG that is bitter with grief a ballad as pale as the light | A |
| That comes with the fall of the leaf I sing to the shadows to night | A |
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| The laugh on the lyrical lips is sadder than laughter of ghosts | B |
| Chained back in the pits of eclipse by wailing unnameable coasts | B |
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| I gathered this wreath at the close of day that was dripping with dew | C |
| The blossom you take for a rose was plucked from the branch of a yew | C |
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| The flower you fancy is sweet has black in the place of the red | D |
| For this is a song of the street the ballad of larrikin Ned | D |
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| He stands at the door of the sink that gapes like a fissure of death | E |
| The face of him fiery with drink the flame of its fume in his breath | E |
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| He thrives in the sickening scenes that the devil has under his ban | F |
| A rascal not out of his teens with the voice of a vicious old man | F |
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| A blossom of blackness indeed of Satan a sinister fruit | G |
| Far better the centipede s seed the spawn of the adder or newt | G |
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| Than terror of talon or fang this imp of the alleys is worse | H |
| His speech is a poisonous slang his phrases are coloured with curse | H |
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| The prison the shackles and chain are nothing to him and his type | I |
| He sings in the shadow of pain and laughs at the impotent stripe | I |
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| There under the walls of the gaols the half of his life has been passed | J |
| He was born in the bosom of bale he will go to the gallows at last | J |
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| No angel in Paradise kneels for him at the feet of the Lord | K |
| A Nemesis follows his heels in the flame of a sinister sword | K |
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| The sins of his fathers have brought this bitterness into his days | L |
| His life is accounted as naught his soul is a brand for the blaze | L |
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| Did ever his countenance change Did ever a moment supreme | M |
| Illumine his face with a strange ineffably beautiful dream | M |
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| Before he was caught in the breach in the pits of iniquity grim | N |
| Did ever the Deity reach the hand of a Father to him | N |
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| Behold it is folly to say the evil was born in the blood | O |
| The rose that is cankered to day was once an immaculate bud | O |
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| There might have been blossom and fruit a harvest exceedingly fair | P |
| Instead of the venomous root and flowers that startle and scare | P |
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| The burden the burden is their s who watching this garden about | Q |
| Assisted the thistle and tares and stamped the divinity out | Q |
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| A growth like the larrikin Ned a brutal unqualified clod | Q |
| Is what ye are helping who d tread on the necks of the prophets of God | Q |
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| No more than a damnable weed ye water and foster ye fools | R |
| Whose aim is to banish indeed the beautiful Christ from the schools | R |
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| The merciful wonderful light of the seraph Religion behold | Q |
| These evil ones shut from the sight of the children who weep in the cold | Q |
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| But verily trouble shall fall on such and their portion shall be | S |
| A harvest of hyssop and gall and sorrow as wild as the sea | S |
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| For the rose of a radiant star is over the hills of the East | Q |
| And the fathers are heartened for war the prophet the Saint and the priest | Q |
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| For a spirit of Deity makes the holy heirophants strong | T |
| And a morning of majesty breaks and blossoms in colour and song | T |
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| Yea now by the altars august the elders are shining supreme | M |
| And brittle and barren as dust is the spiritless secular dream | M |
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| It s life as a vapour shall end as a fog in the fall of the year | U |
| For the Lord is a Father and Friend and the day of His coming is near | U |
Henry Kendall
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