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To My Old Schoolmaster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE	A
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Old friend kind friend lightly down	B
Drop time's snow flakes on thy crown	B
Never be thy shadow less	C
Never fail thy cheerfulness	C
Care that kills the cat may plough	D
Wrinkles in the miser's brow	D
Deepen envy's spiteful frown	B
Draw the mouths of bigots down	B
Plague ambition's dream and sit	E
Heavy on the hypocrite	E
Haunt the rich man's door and ride	F
In the gilded coach of pride	F
Let the fiend pass what can he	G
Find to do with such as thee	G
Seldom comes that evil guest	H
Where the conscience lies at rest	H
And brown health and quiet wit	E
Smiling on the threshold sit	E
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I the urchin unto whom	I
In that smoked and dingy room	I
Where the district gave thee rule	J
O'er its ragged winter school	J
Thou didst teach the mysteries	C
Of those weary A B C's	C
Where to fill the every pause	C
Of thy wise and learned saws	C
Through the cracked and crazy wall	K
Came the cradle rock and squall	K
And the goodman's voice at strife	L
With his shrill and tipsy wife	L
Luring us by stories old	M
With a comic unction told	M
More than by the eloquence	C
Of terse birchen arguments	C
Doubtful gain I fear to look	N
With complacence on a book	N
Where the genial pedagogue	N
Half forgot his rogues to flog	N
Citing tale or apologue	N
Wise and merry in its drift	O
As was Phaedrus' twofold gift	O
Had the little rebels known it	E
Risum et prudentiam monet	P
I the man of middle years	C
In whose sable locks appears	C
Many a warning fleck of gray	P
Looking back to that far day	P
And thy primal lessons feel	Q
Grateful smiles my lips unseal	Q
As remembering thee I blend	R
Olden teacher present friend	R
Wise with antiquarian search	S
In the scrolls of State and Church	S
Named on history's title page	T
Parish clerk and justice sage	T
For the ferule's wholesome awe	U
Wielding now the sword of law	V
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Threshing Time's neglected sheaves	C
Gathering up the scattered leaves	C
Which the wrinkled sibyl cast	W
Careless from her as she passed	W
Twofold citizen art thou	D
Freeman of the past and now	D
He who bore thy name of old	M
Midway in the heavens did hold	M
Over Gibeon moon and sun	X
Thou hast bidden them backward run	X
Of to day the present ray	P
Flinging over yesterday	P
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Let the busy ones deride	F
What I deem of right thy pride	F
Let the fools their treadmills grind	Y
Look not forward nor behind	Y
Shuffle in and wriggle out	Z
Veer with every breeze about	Z
Turning like a windmill sail	A2
Or a dog that seeks his tail	A2
Let them laugh to see thee fast	W
Tabernacled in the Past	W
Working out with eye and lip	B2
Riddles of old penmanship	B2
Patient as Belzoni there	C2
Sorting out with loving care	C2
Mummies of dead questions stripped	D2
From their sevenfold manuscript	D2
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Dabbling in their noisy way	P
In the puddles of to day	P
Little know they of that vast	W
Solemn ocean of the past	W
On whose margin wreck bespread	W
Thou art walking with the dead	W
Questioning the stranded years	C
Waking smiles by turns and tears	C
As thou callest up again	E2
Shapes the dust has long o'erlain	E2
Fair haired woman bearded man	E2
Cavalier and Puritan	E2
In an age whose eager view	F2
Seeks but present things and new	F2
Mad for party sect and gold	W
Teaching reverence for the old	W
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On that shore with fowler's tact	W
Coolly bagging fact on fact	W
Naught amiss to thee can float	W
Tale or song or anecdote	W
Village gossip centuries old	W
Scandals by our grandams told	W
What the pilgrim's table spread	W
Where he lived and whom he wed	W
Long drawn bill of wine and beer	G2
For his ordination cheer	G2
Or the flip that wellnigh made	W
Glad his funeral cavalcade	W
Weary prose and poet's lines	C
Flavored by their age like wines	C
Eulogistic of some quaint	W
Doubtful puritanic saint	W
Lays that quickened husking jigs	C
Jests that shook grave periwigs	C
When the parson had his jokes	C
And his glass like other folks	C
Sermons that for mortal hours	C
Taxed our fathers' vital powers	C
As the long nineteenthlies poured	W
Downward from the sounding board	W
And for fire of Pentecost	W
Touched their beards December's frost	W
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Time is hastening on and we	G
What our fathers are shall be	G
Shadow shapes of memory	G
Joined to that vast multitude	W
Where the great are but the good	W
And the mind of strength shall prove	H2
Weaker than the heart of love	I2
Pride of graybeard wisdom less	C
Than the infant's guilelessness	C
And his song of sorrow more	J2
Than the crown the Psalmist wore	J2
Who shall then with pious zeal	Q
At our moss grown thresholds kneel	Q
From a stained and stony page	T
Reading to a careless age	T
With a patient eye like thine	E2
Prosing tale and limping line	E2
Names and words the hoary rime	I
Of the Past has made sublime	I
Who shall work for us as well	K2
The antiquarian's miracle	L2
Who to seeming life recall	K
Teacher grave and pupil small	K
Who shall give to thee and me	I
Freeholds in futurity	W
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Well whatever lot be mine	E2
Long and happy days be thine	E2
Ere thy full and honored age	T
Dates of time its latest page	T
Squire for master State for school	J
Wisely lenient live and rule	J
Over grown up knave and rogue	N
Play the watchful pedagogue	N
Or while pleasure smiles on duty	W
At the call of youth and beauty	W
Speak for them the spell of law	V
Which shall bar and bolt withdraw	V
And the flaming sword remove	H2
From the Paradise of Love	I2
Still with undimmed eyesight pore	J2
Ancient tome and record o'er	M2
Still thy week day lyrics croon	E2
Pitch in church the Sunday tune	E2
Showing something in thy part	W
Of the old Puritanic art	W
Singer after Sternhold's heart	W
In thy pew for many a year	G2
Homilies from Oldbug hear	N2
Who to wit like that of South	O2
And the Syrian's golden mouth	O2
Doth the homely pathos add	W
Which the pilgrim preachers had	W
Breaking like a child at play	P
Gilded idols of the day	P
Cant of knave and pomp of fool	J
Tossing with his ridicule	J
Yet in earnest or in jest	W
Ever keeping truth abreast	W
And when thou art called at last	W
To thy townsmen of the past	W
Not as stranger shalt thou come	I
Thou shalt find thyself at home	I
With the little and the big	N
Woollen cap and periwig	N
Madam in her high laced ruff	P2
Goody in her home made stuff	P2
Wise and simple rich and poor	Q2
Thou hast known them all before	J2