The School Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFGC HCCIBCJKL CCMCGCNO CPQRSTPUCCVWI WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned | A |
Hearing the music that they made of Greek | B |
Whenever Helen's unforgotten face | C |
Sent other young men whisking off to war | D |
Hearing much mention of the hecatombs | C |
And Pericles and fishes that were purple | E |
Temples in white and trees that they named olive | F |
And thinking always of proud Athens shining | G |
Upon her hill that slanted to her sea | C |
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Equipped with Grecian thoughts how could I live | H |
Among my father's folk My father's house | C |
Was narrow and his fields were nauseous | C |
I kicked his clods for being common dirt | I |
Worthy a world which never could be Greek | B |
Cursed the paternity that planted me | C |
One green leaf in a wilderness of autumn | J |
And wept as fitting such a fruitful spirit | K |
Sealed in a yellow tomb | L |
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The Lord preserves his saints for Christian uses | C |
He sent a pair of providential eyes | C |
They would have sat in any witless head | M |
Although I deemed them deep as classic seas | C |
As strange as any woman written smiling | G |
And much more near the merest modern eyes | C |
The first my Athens faced and yet her lamp | N |
It flickered rather low | O |
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Then he commanded me to scrutiny | C |
As to a fingered thing of no great matter | P |
A circumstantial sorry little coin | Q |
A friendly thing I owned to lie so warm | R |
Against the side of any friendless man | S |
And in the hand O if the happy hand | T |
Accommodate the cunning rounded scepter | P |
Then is dominion seated in that palm | U |
And coveting is seated in men's eyes | C |
Make haste my hands about your own inclosures | C |
And what were dead Greek empires to me then | V |
Dishonored by Apollo and forgot | W |
John Crowe Ransom
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