Nocturne Written In An Indian Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EFGF HGHG IJIJ GKGK FLFK GMGM NKNK COCP QGQG KRKK G STST FFFF| 'Where ignorance is bliss | A |
| 'Tis folly to be wise ' | B |
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| The time gun rolls his nerve destroying bray | C |
| The toiling moon rides slowly o'er the trees | D |
| The weary diners cast their cares away | C |
| And seek the lawn for coolness and for ease | D |
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| Now spreads the gathering stillness like a pall | E |
| And melancholy silence rules the scene | F |
| Save where the bugler sounds his homing call | G |
| And thirsty THOMAS leaves the wet canteen | F |
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| Save that from yonder lines in deepest gloom | H |
| Th' ambiguous mule does of the stick bewail | G |
| Whose dunder craft forbids him to consume | H |
| His proper blanket or his neighbour's tail | G |
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| Beneath those jagged tiles that low built roof | I |
| Whose inmost secret deeps let none divine | J |
| Each to his master's cry supremely proof | I |
| The Aryan Brothers of our household dine | J |
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| Let not Presumption mock their joyless pile | G |
| The cold boiled rice in native butter greased | K |
| Nor scorn with rising gorge and painful smile | G |
| The cheap but filling flapjacks of the East | K |
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| Full many a gem of highest Art cuisine | F |
| Those dark unfathomed dogmatists eschew | L |
| Full many a 'dish to set before the Queen' | F |
| Would waste its sweetness on the mild Hindoo | K |
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| Nor you their lords expect of these the toil | G |
| When o'er their minds a soft oblivion steals | M |
| And through the long drawn hookah's pliant coil | G |
| They soothe their senses and digest their meals | M |
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| For Knowledge to their ears her ample store | N |
| Rich with the latest news does then impart | K |
| Whose source when known shall chill you to the core | N |
| And freeze the genial cockles of the heart | K |
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| For once to dumb Neglectfulness a prey | C |
| Resentment led me undetected near | O |
| To know the reason of this cool delay | C |
| And teach my trusty pluralist to hear | P |
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| There to my vassals' ruminating throng | Q |
| Some total stranger seated on a pail | G |
| Perused translating as he went along | Q |
| My private letters by the current mail | G |
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| One moment horror baulked my strong intent | K |
| Next o'er the compound wall we saw him go | R |
| While uncouth moan with hapless gesture blent | K |
| Deplored the pressing tribute of the toe | K |
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| THE MORAL | G |
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| To you fresh youths with round unblushing cheeks | S |
| Some moral tag this closing verse applies | T |
| E'en from the old the voice of Wisdom speaks | S |
| Even the youngest are not always wise | T |
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| No further seek to probe the Best Unknown | F |
| From Exploration's curious arts refrain | F |
| Lest Melancholy mark you for her own | F |
| And you should learn nor ever smile again | F |
John Kendall (dum-dum)
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