A Lost Chance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDEE FGFGG HIHII JKJJJ JJJJJ LILII FMFMM NJNJO MJMJJ MPMPP FJFJJ JIJII HMHMM MFMFF| It is stated that a shepherd who had for many years grazed his flocks in | A |
| a district in which a rich tin mining town in Queensland now stands went | B |
| mad on learning of the great discoveries made there | C |
| Just to miss it by a hair's breadth Nay not miss it To have held it | D |
| In my hand and ofttimes through my fingers run the swarthy ore | E |
| Minus only the poor trick of Art or Science that compelled it | D |
| To unveil for others' good the hidden value and to pour | E |
| On a thousand hearts the light of Hope that shines for me no more | E |
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| To have held it in my hand in vacant listlessness of wonder | F |
| Taken with its dusky lustre all incurious of its worth | G |
| To have trod for years upon it I above and Fortune under | F |
| To have scattered it a thousand times like seed upon the earth | G |
| Who shall say I am not justified who curse my day of birth | G |
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| To have built my hovel o'er it to have dreamed above it nightly | H |
| Pillowed on the weal of thousand lives and dead unto my own | I |
| Planning paltry profits wrung from year long toil and holding lightly | H |
| What lay acres wide around me naked bright or grass o'ergrown | I |
| Holding lightly and for that I curse no not myself alone | I |
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| For a youth made vain with riot for the golden graces squandered | J |
| Home forsaken dear ones alienated Love itself aggrieved | K |
| I had sworn a full atonement to the ends of earth had wandered | J |
| Drunk the dregs of expiation unbelauded unperceived | J |
| Heav'n alone beheld and mocks me with what might have been achieved | J |
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| All the cold suspicion of the world I took for my demerit | J |
| Its deceit my retribution its malignity my meed | J |
| When Misfortune smote unmurmuring I bowed my head to bear it | J |
| Driven to minister to brutes in my extremity of need | J |
| Who shall say now it delights not Heaven to break the bruised reed | J |
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| In the round of conscious being from the rising to the setting | L |
| Of Thine imaged self Thy merciless unsympathizing Sun | I |
| Was there one from hard Disaster's hand so piteously shrinking | L |
| Whom this boon had more advantaged God I ask Thee was there one | I |
| In Thy passionless immunity Thou knowest there was none | I |
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| To the wrongs the world hath wrought me to its coldness and disfavour | F |
| To the wreck of every venture to enduring unsuccess | M |
| To the sweat of cheerless toil the bread made bitter with the savour | F |
| Of the leaven of regret and tears of unforgetfulness | M |
| Hadst Thou need to add Thy mockery to perfect my distress | M |
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| For I hold it cruel mockery in man or God or devil | N |
| To assign the poor his blindfold lot from weary day to day | J |
| In the very lap of Affluence on Fortune's highest level | N |
| Then upon the brink of revelation trick his steps away | J |
| And flash the truth upon him when the chance is gone for aye | O |
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| I had soothed repulse with hope matched disappointment with defiance | M |
| Or opposed a pliant meekness to the driving storms of Fate | J |
| But the merely coming short Oh what remedial appliance | M |
| What demeanour of resistance shall have virtue to abate | J |
| The nameless woe that trembles in the echo of Too Late | J |
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| Oh the might have been the might have been the sting of it the madness | M |
| What a wave of the Inexorable chokes my fitful breath | P |
| What a rush of olden echoes voiced with manysounding sadness | M |
| What a throng of new despairs that drive me down the path of death | P |
| Who is there in heaven who careth Who on earth who comforteth | P |
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| They on earth but seek their own In eager crowds they hasten thither | F |
| Where I trod so late unconscious on futurities untold | J |
| And I I whose all is gone The curse of desolation wither | F |
| Whom Myself who year worn turn again unto the sin of old | J |
| Or the fiends who sold me poison for my little all of gold | J |
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| Both All men Yea Heaven But chiefly those who prosper where I languished | J |
| Those who reap the ripe occasion where in many a wandering line | I |
| The old traces of my footsteps worn in fevered moods and anguished | J |
| Now are paths of rich expectancy for other feet than mine | I |
| Can I breathe without upbraiding Shall I die without a sign | I |
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| It was mine Is mine by Heaven Consecrated to me only | H |
| By the sacred right of service by the pledge of weary years | M |
| By the bond of silent witness by communion dumb and lonely | H |
| By the seal of many sorrows by the sacrament of tears | M |
| Mine The echoes laugh and fiends of hell are answering with jeers | M |
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| Where am I and who are these Nay nay Unhand me Let me go sirs | M |
| I am very very rich I've miles on miles of priceless ore | F |
| I will make your fortunes all of you and I would have you know sirs | M |
| There is not a single sheep amissing Loose me I implore | F |
| It is only sleep that ails me let me sleep for evermore | F |
James Brunton Stephens
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