Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDB BEFEBE AEGEHE IEJEKE LMNOEM PQEQRQ SETEUE VWXW W GYMYEY SZEZHZ A2BEBB2B IC2D2C2E2C2 AF2HF2G2F2 H2MWMH2 EI2YI2E MJ2BJ2H2J2 EEMEHB K2MHMHMHow shall I be a poet | A |
How shall I write in rhyme | B |
You told me once the very wish | C |
Partook of the sublime | B |
Then tell me how Don't put me off | D |
With your 'another time' | B |
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The old man smiled to see him | B |
To hear his sudden sally | E |
He liked the lad to speak his mind | F |
Enthusiastically | E |
And thought There's no hum drum in him | B |
Nor any shilly shally | E |
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And would you be a poet | A |
Before you've been to school | E |
Ah well I hardly thought you | G |
So absolute a fool | E |
First learn to be spasmodic | H |
A very simple rule | E |
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For first you write a sentence | I |
And then you chop it small | E |
Then mix the bits and sort them out | J |
Just as they chance to fall | E |
The order of the phrases makes | K |
No difference at all | E |
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Then if you'd be impressive | L |
Remember what I say | M |
The abstract qualities begin | N |
With capitals alway | O |
The True the Good the Beautiful | E |
These are the things that pay | M |
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Next when you are describing | P |
A shape or sound or tint | Q |
Don't state the matter plainly | E |
But put it in a hint | Q |
And learn to look at all things | R |
With a sort of mental squint | Q |
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For instance if I wished Sir | S |
Of mutton pies to tell | E |
Should I say 'Dreams of fleecy flocks | T |
Pent in a wheaten cell' | E |
Why yes the old man said that phrase | U |
Would answer very well | E |
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Then fourthly there are epithets | V |
That suit with any word | W |
As well as Harvey's Reading Sauce | X |
With fish or flesh or bird | W |
Of these 'wild ' 'lonely ' 'weary ' 'strange ' | - |
Are much to be preferred | W |
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And will it do O will it do | G |
To take them in a lump | Y |
As 'the wild man went his weary way | M |
To a strange and lonely pump' | Y |
Nay nay You must not hastily | E |
To such conclusions jump | Y |
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Such epithets like pepper | S |
Give zest to what you write | Z |
And if you strew them sparely | E |
They whet the appetite | Z |
But if you lay them on too thick | H |
You spoil the matter quite | Z |
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Last as to the arrangement | A2 |
Your reader you should show him | B |
Must take what information he | E |
Can get and look for no im | B |
mature disclosure of the drift | B2 |
And purpose of your poem | B |
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Therefore to test his patience | I |
How much he can endure | C2 |
Mention no places names nor dates | D2 |
And evermore be sure | C2 |
Throughout the poem to be found | E2 |
Consistently obscure | C2 |
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First fix upon the limit | A |
To which it shall extend | F2 |
Then fill it up with 'padding' | H |
Beg some of any friend | F2 |
Your great sensation stanza | G2 |
You place towards the end | F2 |
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And what is a Sensation | H2 |
Grandfather tell me pray | M |
I think I never heard the word | W |
So used before to day | M |
Be kind enough to mention one | H2 |
'Exempli grati acirc ' | - |
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And the old man looking sadly | E |
Across the garden lawn | I2 |
Where here and there a dew drop | Y |
Yet glittered in the dawn | I2 |
Said Go to the Adelphi | E |
And see the 'Colleen Bawn ' | - |
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The word is due to Boucicault | M |
The theory is his | J2 |
Where Life becomes a Spasm | B |
And History a Whiz | J2 |
If that is not Sensation | H2 |
I don't know what it is | J2 |
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Now try your hand ere Fancy | E |
Have lost its present glow | E |
And then his grandson added | M |
We'll publish it you know | E |
Green cloth gold lettered at the back | H |
In duodecimo | B |
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Then proudly smiled the old man | K2 |
To see the eager lad | M |
Rush madly for his pen and ink | H |
And for his blotting pad | M |
But when he thought of publishing | H |
His face grew stern and sad | M |
Lewis Carroll
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