A Voice From The City Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGHGI JKLKDMDM NOPOQRSR TUTUVWXW YZYZA2SA2S KB2C2B2VJD2J YHSIE2SE2SOn western plain and eastern hill | A |
Where once my fancy ranged | B |
The station hands are riding still | A |
And they are little changed | B |
But I have lost in London gloom | C |
The glory of the day | D |
The grand perfume of wattle bloom | C |
Is faint and far away | D |
Brown faces under broad brimmed hats | E |
The grip of wiry hands | F |
The gallops on the frosty flats | E |
Seem dreams of other lands | F |
The camp fire and the stars that blaze | G |
Above the mystic plain | H |
Are but the thoughts of vanished days | G |
That never come again | I |
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The evening star I seldom view | J |
That led me on to roam | K |
I never see the morning star | L |
That used to draw me home | K |
But I have often longed for day | D |
To hide the few I see | M |
Because they only point and say | D |
Most bitter things to me | M |
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I wear my life on pavement stones | N |
That drag me ever down | O |
A paltry slave to little things | P |
By custom chained to town | O |
I ve lost the strength to strike alone | Q |
The heart to do and dare | R |
I mind the day I d roll my swag | S |
And tramp to God knows where | R |
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When I should wait I wander out | T |
When I should go I bide | U |
I scarcely dare to think about | T |
The days when I could ride | U |
I would not mount before his eyes | V |
Straight Bushman tall and tan | W |
I mind the day when I stood up | X |
And fought him like a man | W |
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I mind the time when I was shy | Y |
To meet the brown Bush girls | Z |
I ve lunched with lords since then and I | Y |
Have been at home with earls | Z |
I learned to smile and learned to bow | A2 |
And lie to ladies gay | S |
But to a gaunt Bushwoman now | A2 |
I d not know what to say | S |
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And if I sought her hard bare home | K |
From scenes of show and sham | B2 |
I d sit all ill at ease and fell | C2 |
The poor weak thing I am | B2 |
I could not meet her hopeless eyes | V |
That look one through and through | J |
The haggard woman of the past | D2 |
Who once thought I was true | J |
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But nought on earth can last for aye | Y |
And wild with care and pain | H |
Some day by chance I ll break away | S |
And seek the Bush again | I |
And find awhile from bitter years | E2 |
The rest the Bush can bring | S |
And hear perhaps with truer ears | E2 |
The songs it has to sing | S |
Henry Lawson
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