Young England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFCDCD GHGHCDCD IHIHCDCD JKJKCDCD LMLMCDCD NONOCDCD PPPPCDCD QRQRCDCD SOSOCDCD TRTRCDCD| The times still grow to something strange | A |
| We rap and turn the tables | B |
| We fire our guns at awful range | A |
| We lay Atlantic cables | B |
| We bore the hills we bridge the seas | C |
| To me 'tis better far | D |
| To sit before my fire at ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| We start gigantic bubble schemes | E |
| Whoever can invent 'em | F |
| How splendid the prospectus seems | E |
| With int'rest cent per centum | F |
| His shares the holder startled sees | C |
| At eighty below par | D |
| I dawdle to my club at ease | C |
| And light a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| We pickle peas we lock up sound | G |
| We bottle electricity | H |
| We run our railways underground | G |
| Our trams above in this city | H |
| We fly balloons in calm or breeze | C |
| And tumble from the car | D |
| I wander down Pall Mall at ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| Some strive to get a post or place | I |
| Or entree to society | H |
| Or after wealth or pleasure race | I |
| Or any notoriety | H |
| Or snatch at titles or degrees | C |
| At ribbon cross or star | D |
| I elevate my limbs at ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| Some people strive for manhood right | J |
| With riots or orations | K |
| For anti vaccination fight | J |
| Or temperance demonstrations | K |
| I gently smile at things like these | C |
| And 'mid the clash and jar | D |
| I sit in my arm chair at ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| They say young ladies all demand | L |
| A smart barouche and pair | M |
| Two flunkies at the door to stand | L |
| A mansion in May Fair | M |
| I can't afford such things as these | C |
| I hold it safer far | D |
| To sip my claret at my ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| It may be proper one should take | N |
| One's place in the creation | O |
| It may be very right to make | N |
| A choice of some vocation | O |
| With such remarks one quite agrees | C |
| So sensible they are | D |
| I much prefer to take my ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| They say our morals are so so | P |
| Religion still more hollow | P |
| And where the upper classes go | P |
| The lower always follow | P |
| That honour lost with grace and ease | C |
| Your fortunes will not mar | D |
| That's not so well but if you please | C |
| We'll light a fresh cigar | D |
| - | |
| Rank heresy is fresh and green | Q |
| E'en womenkind have caught it | R |
| They say the Bible doesn't mean | Q |
| What people always thought it | R |
| That miracles are what you please | C |
| Or nature's order mar | D |
| I read the last review at ease | C |
| And smoke a mild cigar | D |
| - | |
| Some folks who make a fearful fuss | S |
| In eighteen ninety seven | O |
| Say heaven will either come to us | S |
| Or we shall go to heaven | O |
| They settle it just as they please | C |
| But though it mayn't be far | D |
| At any rate there's time with ease | C |
| To light a fresh cigar | D |
| - | |
| It may be there is something true | T |
| It may be one might find it | R |
| It may be if one looked life through | T |
| That something lies behind it | R |
| It may be p'raps for aught one sees | C |
| The things that may be are | D |
| I'm growing serious if you please | C |
| We'll light a fresh cigar | D |
Horace Smith
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Young England
Young England is a poem by Horace Smith. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.