The Song Of The Waste-paper Basket Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCACA DEDEAFAF GAGAHIHI AJAJKLKL

O BARD of fortune you deem me noughtA
But a mark for your careless scornB
For I am the echo less grave of thoughtA
That is strangled before it s bornB
You think perchance that I am a doomC
Which only a dunce should dreadA
Nor dream I ve been the dishonoured tombC
Of the noblest and brightest deadA
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The brightest fancies that e er can flyD
From the labouring minds of menE
Are often written in lines awryD
And marred by a blundering penE
And thus it comes that I gain a partA
Of what to the world is lossF
Of genius lost for the want of artA
Of pearls that are set in drossF
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And though I am of a lowly birthG
My fame has been cheaply boughtA
A power am I for I rob the earthG
Of the brightest gems of thoughtA
The Press gains much of my lawful shareH
I am wronged without redressI
But I have revenge for I think it fairH
That I should plunder the PressI
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You d pause in wonder to read behindA
The lines of some songs I seeJ
The soul of the singer I often findA
In songs that are thrown to meJ
But the song of the singer I bury deepK
With the scrawl of the dunce and clownL
And both from the eyes of the world I keepK
And the hopes of both I drownL

Henry Lawson



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