The Idler Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDC EFFEGHHG IJJIAKKA

If but one spark of honest zealA
Flashes to life within his breastB
A feeble flick'ring spark at bestB
If for a moment he doth feelA
A dim desire to throw asideC
The bonds that idleness has wroughtD
To do to be the man he oughtD
The tyrant thing he calls his prideC
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The curse of all things good on earthE
Takes on the cruel midwife's roleF
And each high impulse of the soulF
Is strangled in the hour of birthE
To dig I am ashamed quoth heG
Mine is the pride of name and raceH
That scorns to fill such humble spaceH
Life's lowly tasks are not for meG
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Oh he can flatter with his tongueI
Can toady to the rich and greatJ
Can fawn on those he feels to hateJ
Until from out his nature's wrungI
Each shred of honesty and zealA
Each impulse independent strongK
Till truth and honor's but a songK
And naught is beautiful or realA

Jean Blewett



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