Last Ride Together, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEEFFFD AACCGHHCCCG IIJJKLLCCCK MMNNBOPQQQB RRSSGTTUUUG CCFFVWWXXXV DDYYGZZA2A2A2G B2B2C2C2GAACCCG| From Her Point Of View | A |
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| When I had firmly answered No | B |
| And he allowed that that was so | B |
| I really thought I should be free | C |
| For good and all from Mr B | C |
| And that he would soberly acquiesce | D |
| I said that it would be discreet | E |
| That for awhile we should not meet | E |
| I promised that I would always feel | F |
| A kindly interest in his weal | F |
| I thanked him for his amorous zeal | F |
| In short I said all I could but yes | D |
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| I said what I'm accustomed to | A |
| I acted as I always do | A |
| I promised he should find in me | C |
| A friend a sister if that might be | C |
| But he was still dissatisfied | G |
| He certainly was most polite | H |
| He said exactly what was right | H |
| He acted very properly | C |
| Except indeed for this that he | C |
| Insisted on inviting me | C |
| To come with him for one more last ride | G |
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| A little while in doubt I stood | I |
| A ride no doubt would do me good | I |
| I had a habit and a hat | J |
| Extremely well worth looking at | J |
| The weather was distinctly fine | K |
| My horse too wanted exercise | L |
| And time when one is riding flies | L |
| Besides it really seemed you see | C |
| The only way of ridding me | C |
| Of pertinacious Mr B | C |
| So my head I graciously incline | K |
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| I won't say much of what happened next | M |
| I own I was extremely vexed | M |
| Indeed I should have been aghast | N |
| If any one had seen what passed | N |
| But nobody need ever know | B |
| That as I leaned forward to stir the fire | O |
| He advanced before I could well retire | P |
| And I suddenly felt to my great alarm | Q |
| The grasp of a warm unlicensed arm | Q |
| An embrace in which I found no charm | Q |
| I was awfully glad when he let me go | B |
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| Then we began to ride my steed | R |
| Was rather fresh too fresh indeed | R |
| And at first I thought of little save | S |
| The way to escape an early grave | S |
| As the dust rose up on either side | G |
| My stern companion jogged along | T |
| On a brown old cob both broad and strong | T |
| He looked as he does when he's writing verse | U |
| Or endeavoring not to swear and curse | U |
| Or wondering Where he has left his purse | U |
| Indeed it was a sombre ride | G |
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| I spoke of the weather to Mr B | C |
| But he neither listened nor spoke to me | C |
| I praised his horse and I smiled the smile | F |
| Which was wont to move him once in a while | F |
| I said I was wearing his favorite flowers | V |
| But I wasted my words on the desert air | W |
| For he rode with a fixed and gloomy stare | W |
| I wonder what he was thinking about | X |
| As I don't read verse I shan't find out | X |
| It was something subtle and deep no doubt | X |
| A theme to detain a man for hours | V |
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| Ah there was the corner where Mr S | D |
| So nearly induced me to whisper yes | D |
| And here it was that the next but one | Y |
| Proposed on horseback or would have done | Y |
| Had his horse not most opportunely shied | G |
| Which perhaps was due to the unseen flick | Z |
| He received from my whip 'twas a scurvy trick | Z |
| But I never could do with that young man | A2 |
| I hope his present young woman can | A2 |
| Well I must say never since time began | A2 |
| Did I go for a duller or longer ride | G |
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| He never smiles and he never speaks | B2 |
| He might go on like this for weeks | B2 |
| He rolls a slightly frenzied eye | C2 |
| Towards the blue and burning sky | C2 |
| And the cob bounds on with tireless stride | G |
| If we aren't home for lunch at two | A |
| I don't know what papa will do | A |
| But I know full well he will say to me | C |
| I never approved of Mr B | C |
| It's the very devil that you and he | C |
| Ride ride together forever ride | G |
James Kenneth Stephen
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