In Bohemia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEF FGHGIIFF JKJKLLFF MNM OOFF PQRQSSFF STSTSSFF UVWVLLMF| Ha My dear I'm back again | A |
| Vendor of Bohemia's wares | B |
| Lordy How it pants a man | C |
| Climbing up those awful stairs | B |
| Well I've made the dealer say | D |
| Your sketch might sell anyway | D |
| And I've made a publisher | E |
| Hear my poem Kate my dear | F |
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| In Bohemia Kate my dear | F |
| Lodgers in a musty flat | G |
| On the top floor living here | H |
| Neighborless and used to that | G |
| Like a nest beneath the eaves | I |
| So our little home receives | I |
| Only guests of chirping cheer | F |
| We'll be happy Kate my dear | F |
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| Under your north light there you | J |
| At your easel with a stain | K |
| On your nose of Prussian blue | J |
| Paint your bits of shine and rain | K |
| With my feet thrown up at will | L |
| O'er my littered window sill | L |
| I write rhymes that ring as clear | F |
| As your laughter Kate my dear | F |
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| Puff my pipe and stroke my hair | M |
| Bite my pencil tip and gaze | N |
| At you mutely mooning there | M |
| O'er your 'Aprils' and your 'Mays ' | - |
| Equal inspiration in | O |
| Dimples of your cheek and chin | O |
| And the golden atmosphere | F |
| Of your paintings Kate my dear | F |
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| Trying Yes at times it is | P |
| To clink happy rhymes and fling | Q |
| On the canvas scenes of bliss | R |
| When we are half famishing | Q |
| When your 'jersey' rips in spots | S |
| And your hat's 'forget me nots' | S |
| Have grown tousled old and sere | F |
| It is trying Kate my dear | F |
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| But as sure some picture sells | S |
| And sometimes the poetry | T |
| Bless us How the parrot yells | S |
| His acclaims at you and me | T |
| How we revel then in scenes | S |
| Of high banqueting sardines | S |
| Salads olives and a sheer | F |
| Pint of sherry Kate my dear | F |
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| Even now I cross your palm | U |
| With this great round world of gold | V |
| 'Talking wild ' Perhaps I am | W |
| Then this little five year old | V |
| Call it anything you will | L |
| So it lifts your face until | L |
| I may kiss away that tear | M |
| Ere it drowns me Kate my dear | F |
James Whitcomb Riley
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