Fame's Penny-trumpet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ JKJK LMLM JNJN JOJO PLPL QRQR OSOS| Blow blow your trumpets till they crack | A |
| Ye little men of little souls | B |
| And bid them huddle at your back | A |
| Gold sucking leeches shoals on shoals | B |
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| Fill all the air with hungry wails | C |
| Reward us ere we think or write | D |
| Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails | C |
| To sate the swinish appetite | D |
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| And where great Plato paced serene | E |
| Or Newton paused with wistful eye | F |
| Rush to the chace with hoofs unclean | E |
| And Babel clamour of the sty | F |
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| Be yours the pay be theirs the praise | G |
| We will not rob them of their due | H |
| Nor vex the ghosts of other days | G |
| By naming them along with you | H |
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| They sought and found undying fame | I |
| They toiled not for reward nor thanks | J |
| Their cheeks are hot with honest shame | I |
| For you the modern mountebanks | J |
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| Who preach of Justice plead with tears | J |
| That Love and Mercy should abound | K |
| While marking with complacent ears | J |
| The moaning of some tortured hound | K |
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| Who prate of Wisdom nay forbear | L |
| Lest Wisdom turn on you in wrath | M |
| Trampling with heel that will not spare | L |
| The vermin that beset her path | M |
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| Go throng each other's drawing rooms | J |
| Ye idols of a petty clique | N |
| Strut your brief hour in borrowed plumes | J |
| And make your penny trumpets squeak | N |
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| Deck your dull talk with pilfered shreds | J |
| Of learning from a nobler time | O |
| And oil each other's little heads | J |
| With mutual Flattery's golden slime | O |
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| And when the topmost height ye gain | P |
| And stand in Glory's ether clear | L |
| And grasp the prize of all your pain | P |
| So many hundred pounds a year | L |
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| Then let Fame's banner be unfurled | Q |
| Sing Paeans for a victory won | R |
| Ye tapers that would light the world | Q |
| And cast a shadow on the Sun | R |
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| Who still shall pour His rays sublime | O |
| One crystal flood from East to West | S |
| When YE have burned your little time | O |
| And feebly flickered into rest | S |
Lewis Carroll
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