Protest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCD BEBEBE BFBFBF GHGHGHOh I am weary weary weary | A |
Of Pan and oaten quills | B |
And little songs that from the dictionary | A |
Learn lore of streams and hills | B |
Of studied laughter mocking what is merry | A |
And calculated thrills | B |
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Are we grown old and past the time of singing | C |
Is ardor quenched in art | D |
Till art is but a formal figure bringing | C |
A money measured heart | D |
Procrustean cut and with old echoes ringing | C |
Its bells about the mart | D |
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The race moves on and leaves no wildernesses | B |
Where rugged voices cry | E |
It reads its prayer and with set phrase it blesses | B |
The souls of men who die | E |
And step by even step its rank progresses | B |
An army marshalled by | E |
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If it be better so that Babel noises | B |
Losing all course and ken | F |
And grief that wails and gladness that rejoices | B |
Should never wake again | F |
To shock a world of modulated voices | B |
And mediocre men | F |
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Then he is blest who wears the painted feather | G |
And may not turn about | H |
To dusks when muses romped the dewy heather | G |
In unrestricted rout | H |
And dawns when if the stars had sung together | G |
The sons of God would shout | H |
John Charles Mcneill
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