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 strangeA
We rap and turn the tablesB
We fire our guns at awful rangeA
We lay Atlantic cablesB
We bore the hills we bridge the seasC
To me 'tis better farD
To sit before my fire at easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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We start gigantic bubble schemesE
Whoever can invent 'emF
How splendid the prospectus seemsE
With int'rest cent per centumF
His shares the holder startled seesC
At eighty below parD
I dawdle to my club at easeC
And light a mild cigarD
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We pickle peas we lock up soundG
We bottle electricityH
We run our railways undergroundG
Our trams above in this cityH
We fly balloons in calm or breezeC
And tumble from the carD
I wander down Pall Mall at easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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Some strive to get a post or placeI
Or entree to societyH
Or after wealth or pleasure raceI
Or any notorietyH
Or snatch at titles or degreesC
At ribbon cross or starD
I elevate my limbs at easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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Some people strive for manhood rightJ
With riots or orationsK
For anti vaccination fightJ
Or temperance demonstrationsK
I gently smile at things like theseC
And 'mid the clash and jarD
I sit in my arm chair at easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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They say young ladies all demandL
A smart barouche and pairM
Two flunkies at the door to standL
A mansion in May FairM
I can't afford such things as theseC
I hold it safer farD
To sip my claret at my easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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It may be proper one should takeN
One's place in the creationO
It may be very right to makeN
A choice of some vocationO
With such remarks one quite agreesC
So sensible they areD
I much prefer to take my easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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They say our morals are so soP
Religion still more hollowP
And where the upper classes goP
The lower always followP
That honour lost with grace and easeC
Your fortunes will not marD
That's not so well but if you pleaseC
We'll light a fresh cigarD
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Rank heresy is fresh and greenQ
E'en womenkind have caught itR
They say the Bible doesn't meanQ
What people always thought itR
That miracles are what you pleaseC
Or nature's order marD
I read the last review at easeC
And smoke a mild cigarD
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Some folks who make a fearful fussS
In eighteen ninety sevenO
Say heaven will either come to usS
Or we shall go to heavenO
They settle it just as they pleaseC
But though it mayn't be farD
At any rate there's time with easeC
To light a fresh cigarD
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It may be there is something trueT
It may be one might find itR
It may be if one looked life throughT
That something lies behind itR
It may be p'raps for aught one seesC
The things that may be areD
I'm growing serious if you pleaseC
We'll light a fresh cigarD

Horace Smith



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