To A Bull-dog Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFCF GHIH JKLK JMNM OPQP JBRB JSTS JUVU WXYX BZJA2 ZB2C2B2 D2E2B2E2 DB2B2B2 B2B2F2B2 B2B2BB2 RJDJ G2CH2C| W H S Capt Acting Major R F A killed April | A |
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| We sha'n't see Willy any more Mamie | B |
| He won't be coming any more | C |
| He came back once and again and again | D |
| But he won't get leave any more | C |
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| We looked from the window and there was his cab | E |
| And we ran downstairs like a streak | F |
| And he said Hullo you bad dog and you crouched to the floor | C |
| Paralysed to hear him speak | F |
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| And then let fly at his face and his chest | G |
| Till I had to hold you down | H |
| While he took off his cap and his gloves and his coat | I |
| And his bag and his thonged Sam Browne | H |
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| We went upstairs to the studio | J |
| The three of us just as of old | K |
| And you lay down and I sat and talked to him | L |
| As round the room he strolled | K |
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| Here in the room where years ago | J |
| Before the old life stopped | M |
| He worked all day with his slippers and his pipe | N |
| He would pick up the threads he'd dropped | M |
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| Fondling all the drawings he had left behind | O |
| Glad to find them all still the same | P |
| And opening the cupboards to look at his belongings | Q |
| Every time he came | P |
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| But now I know what a dog doesn't know | J |
| Though you'll thrust your head on my knee | B |
| And try to draw me from the absent mindedness | R |
| That you find so dull in me | B |
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| And all your life you will never know | J |
| What I wouldn't tell you even if I could | S |
| That the last time we waved him away | T |
| Willy went for good | S |
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| But sometimes as you lie on the hearthrug | J |
| Sleeping in the warmth of the stove | U |
| Even through your muddled old canine brain | V |
| Shapes from the past may rove | U |
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| You'll scarcely remember even in a dream | W |
| How we brought home a silly little pup | X |
| With a big square head and little crooked legs | Y |
| That could scarcely bear him up | X |
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| But your tail will tap at the memory | B |
| Of a man whose friend you were | Z |
| Who was always kind though he called you a naughty dog | J |
| When he found you on his chair | A2 |
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| Who'd make you face a reproving finger | Z |
| And solemnly lecture you | B2 |
| Till your head hung downwards and you looked very sheepish | C2 |
| And you'll dream of your triumphs too | B2 |
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| Of summer evening chases in the garden | D2 |
| When you dodged us all about with a bone | E2 |
| We were three boys and you were the cleverest | B2 |
| But now we're two alone | E2 |
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| When summer comes again | D |
| And the long sunsets fade | B2 |
| We shall have to go on playing the feeble game for two | B2 |
| That since the war we've played | B2 |
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| And though you run expectant as you always do | B2 |
| To the uniforms we meet | B2 |
| You'll never find Willy among all the soldiers | F2 |
| In even the longest street | B2 |
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| Nor in any crowd yet strange and bitter thought | B2 |
| Even now were the old words said | B2 |
| If I tried the old trick and said Where's Willy | B |
| You would quiver and lift your head | B2 |
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| And your brown eyes would look to ask if I were serious | R |
| And wait for the word to spring | J |
| Sleep undisturbed I sha'n't say that again | D |
| You innocent old thing | J |
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| I must sit not speaking on the sofa | G2 |
| While you lie asleep on the floor | C |
| For he's suffered a thing that dogs couldn't dream of | H2 |
| And he won't be coming here any more | C |
John Collings Squire, Sir
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