In A 'bus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCCC DDECCECCCCCC FGFHHF CCIJKI LMFBBF NN IBBI IIBCCB OOCCCC IIKNNK PPBQIB PPIBBI PPPRRP BBI PPI CCIBBI IIFFFF QQCPPC IIBCCBA SPRING CONTRAST | A |
A quarter of a century agone | B |
Just such a face as this upon me shone | B |
And in a 'bus too | C |
And then as now it was the warm springtide | C |
And then as now there was no soul inside | C |
Excepting us two | C |
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There are the same blue eyes the delicate nose | D |
Same rosebud mouth and cheeks of blushful rose | D |
Same chin bewitching | E |
Same throat of sheeny white and perfect mould | C |
Same light brown hair with scattered threads of gold | C |
The brown enriching | E |
Ah how this present beauty's counterpart | C |
Woke instant tumult in my fluttering heart | C |
Pain pleasure blended | C |
Yet this one is as beautiful as that | C |
Dear me why don't my heart go pit a pat | C |
Now as it then did | C |
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One glance of those bright eyes and all was o'er | F |
I wished to die at least I cared no more | G |
For life without her | F |
These glancing on me now are quite as fair | H |
Yet strange to say I do not seem to care | H |
One bit about her | F |
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I wished I were a glove upon that hand | C |
The eardrop in her ear the zone that spanned | C |
Her waist so trimly | I |
And now in view of equal charms the bliss | J |
Of such astounding metamorphosis | K |
I see but dimly | I |
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Well I recall the mad desire to hear | L |
Her name who turned the common atmosphere | M |
To heavenly ether | F |
Why is it that I do not now as then | B |
Care twopence if the name be M or N | B |
Or both or neither | F |
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Well I remember how I longed to pay | N |
Her fare or in some other lordly way | N |
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Impress her duly | I |
Why is it then though not less generous grown | B |
I'm better pleased this nymph should pay her own | B |
Than mulct yours truly | I |
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And how quick soaring hope as quickly fell | I |
When I descried a military swell | I |
Her brooch portrayed in | B |
Why is it then 'twould leave me undistressed | C |
If a whole regiment adorned the breast | C |
Of this fair maiden | B |
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And how my anguish when she drew her glove | O |
And showed the plain gold sign of wedded love | O |
Refused assuagement | C |
Why is it that I do not care a jot | C |
If this one wears such fateful ring or not | C |
Plain or engagement | C |
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Is it because my taste hath changed its style | I |
And now prefers in place of Venus' smile | I |
The frown of Pallas | K |
Ah no Minerva too has lost her sway | N |
I met her antitype this very day | N |
And felt quite callous | K |
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Is it the climate Ah if vernal airs | P |
Incline the heart to amorous affairs | P |
This Austral season | B |
Should stir in every vein when beauty's by | Q |
The throb of lusty youth Oh no the cli | I |
mate's not the reason | B |
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Is it the place Still no this threepenny 'bus | P |
Is much the same as rolled the twain of us | P |
Through Piccadilly | I |
And fitter place when all is said and done | B |
There could not be for bussing Pass the pun | B |
I know it's silly | I |
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Is it that I have learned their sweetest smiles | P |
And airs and graces are but wanton wiles | P |
And mere pretences | P |
Or is it that the naked eye of youth | R |
Sees all through glamour while I see the truth | R |
Through convex lenses | P |
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But wherefore beat about the bush old man | B |
You know that you can give if any can | B |
Reasons in plenty | I |
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Must I then own it 'Tis because because | P |
I am not quite not quite the man I was | P |
At five and twenty | I |
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An empty socket shows where passion burned | C |
My sense of beauty now alas has turned | C |
Pure intellectual | I |
And to arouse a tumult in the brain | B |
Or thrill the system with delicious pain | B |
Quite ineffectual | I |
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So I may gaze on her and gaze my fill | I |
D'ye know I think I'm somewhat human still | I |
I like her rather | F |
But oh how things are changed from what they were | F |
For all she is so fair I feel to her | F |
Just like a father | F |
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She dowers me with a smile from lip and eye | Q |
And while I wonder what she meaneth by | Q |
The sweet bestowment | C |
Please pass my fare comes from her beauteous lips | P |
And as I take the coin our finger tips | P |
Meet for a moment | C |
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A thrill A thrill I do declare a thrill | I |
Upon my honour I believe I'm still | I |
Intensely human | B |
I pause and ponder what I mean to do | C |
Methinks I'd better scuttle home unto | C |
My own old woman | B |
James Brunton Stephens
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