My Bores Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEEEBB FBFBGG BHBIBB EEEEJJ EKEKEE EHEHBB BLBLBB BBBBBB MGMGEE BNBNBB| I take their hands with placid smile | A |
| And words which social rules enforce | B |
| Though sadly conscious all the while | A |
| Of something very like remorse | B |
| Because beneath the mask I wear | C |
| I really wish they were not there | C |
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| Their visits I at heart resent | D |
| The half read volume haunts my thought | E |
| The urgent note remains unsent | E |
| The verse unfinished comes to naught | E |
| And all because on some pretence | B |
| They waste their time at my expense | B |
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| Yet no grim misanthrope am I | F |
| Who fears distrusts and hates his race | B |
| I merely wish them to pass by | F |
| And seek some other lounging place | B |
| For frankly I should love them more | G |
| A little further from my door | G |
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| In vain I make no answering calls | B |
| They blandly smile and come again | H |
| Nay even bring within my walls | B |
| More curious strangers in their train | I |
| Who wished so much your home to see | B |
| Why do they never think of me | B |
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| The few I want I can invite | E |
| Hence why should others thus intrude | E |
| How dare they give themselves the right | E |
| Unasked to spoil my solitude | E |
| And why presume I care to know | J |
| More triflers in their world of show | J |
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| Their idle life on pleasure bent | E |
| Their mania for some silly game | K |
| Their hours in stupid gossip spent | E |
| Would give me self contempt and shame | K |
| Between us is no common ground | E |
| On which a comradeship to found | E |
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| A word or two upon the street | E |
| Suffice me with the most of men | H |
| Beyond a greeting when we meet | E |
| I care not if we speak again | H |
| My books and Nature's charming face | B |
| Such human consorts well replace | B |
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| Not all indeed for who but yearns | B |
| To call some kindred heart his own | L |
| Some friend to whom he fondly turns | B |
| And with whom he is still alone | L |
| Since each while absolutely free | B |
| Respects the other's privacy | B |
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| To such his pent up love o'erflows | B |
| With such his soul's seclusion ends | B |
| For each the other's nature knows | B |
| And every motive comprehends | B |
| So perfectly do both agree | B |
| So close their bond of sympathy | B |
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| But those who come to wear away | M |
| With me the time they deem a bore | G |
| And blithely rob me of a day | M |
| Which God Himself cannot restore | G |
| From such at risk of being rude | E |
| I will preserve my solitude | E |
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| Their vapid visits I refuse | B |
| Their forced attachment I decline | N |
| I surely have the right to choose | B |
| The friends whose lives shall blend with mine | N |
| My bark shall gain the open sea | B |
| With but the few I love and me | B |
John L. Stoddard
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