A Modest Request Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD CCCCCCEECCFFGGCC HIIJJKKL MMCCNNOOJJCCPPQQR SSTTCC EECCUU VVWXIIOOKKYYZZCCA2B2 CCCC CCCCCCAACCC2C2CCD2D2 CCE2E2F2F2G2G2CCCC JJOO H2YH2YI2FI2F IVIVNGJ2G C2CC2CCCCC K2L2K2L2CC2CC2 M2M2CCAAN2N2CCO2O2II J2J2 P2P2Q2Q2Q2Q2Q2Q2R2R2 CC JJHHQ2Q2SSS2S2EE JJQ2Q2 Q2Q2CCQ2Q2 T2U2CCV2V2CCW2W2CCEE BBX2X2CCY2Y2| Complied With After The Dinner At President Everett's Inauguration | A |
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| Scene a back parlor in a certain square | B |
| Or court or lane in short no matter where | B |
| Time early morning dear to simple souls | C |
| Who love its sunshine and its fresh baked rolls | C |
| Persons take pity on this telltale blush | D |
| That like the AEthiop whispers Hush oh hush | D |
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| Delightful scene where smiling comfort broods | C |
| Nor business frets nor anxious care intrudes | C |
| O si sic omnia I were it ever so | C |
| But what is stable in this world below | C |
| Medio e fonte Virtue has her faults | C |
| The clearest fountains taste of Epsom salts | C |
| We snatch the cup and lift to drain it dry | E |
| Its central dimple holds a drowning fly | E |
| Strong is the pine by Maine's ambrosial streams | C |
| But stronger augers pierce its thickest beams | C |
| No iron gate no spiked and panelled door | F |
| Can keep out death the postman or the bore | F |
| Oh for a world where peace and silence reign | G |
| And blunted dulness verebrates in vain | G |
| The door bell jingles enter Richard Fox | C |
| And takes this letter from his leathern box | C |
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| Dear Sir | H |
| In writing on a former day | I |
| One little matter I forgot to say | I |
| I now inform you in a single line | J |
| On Thursday next our purpose is to dine | J |
| The act of feeding as you understand | K |
| Is but a fraction of the work in hand | K |
| Its nobler half is that ethereal meat | L |
| The papers call 'the intellectual treat ' | - |
| Songs speeches toasts around the festive board | M |
| Drowned in the juice the College pumps afford | M |
| For only water flanks our knives and forks | C |
| So sink or float we swim without the corks | C |
| Yours is the art by native genius taught | N |
| To clothe in eloquence the naked thought | N |
| Yours is the skill its music to prolong | O |
| Through the sweet effluence of mellifluous song | O |
| Yours the quaint trick to cram the pithy line | J |
| That cracks so crisply over bubbling wine | J |
| And since success your various gifts attends | C |
| We that is I and all your numerous friends | C |
| Expect from you your single self a host | P |
| A speech a song excuse me and a toast | P |
| Nay not to haggle on so small a claim | Q |
| A few of each or several of the same | Q |
| Signed Yours most truly | R |
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| No my sight must fail | S |
| If that ain't Judas on the largest scale | S |
| Well this is modest nothing else than that | T |
| My coat my boots my pantaloons my hat | T |
| My stick my gloves as well as all my wits | C |
| Learning and linen everything that fits | C |
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| Jack said my lady is it grog you'll try | E |
| Or punch or toddy if perhaps you're dry | E |
| Ah said the sailor though I can't refuse | C |
| You know my lady 't ain't for me to choose | C |
| I'll take the grog to finish off my lunch | U |
| And drink the toddy while you mix the punch | U |
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| THE SPEECH The speaker rising to be seen | V |
| Looks very red because so very green | V |
| I rise I rise with unaffected fear | W |
| Louder speak louder who the deuce can hear | X |
| I rise I said with undisguised dismay | I |
| Such are my feelings as I rise I say | I |
| Quite unprepared to face this learned throng | O |
| Already gorged with eloquence and song | O |
| Around my view are ranged on either hand | K |
| The genius wisdom virtue of the land | K |
| Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed | Y |
| Close at my elbow stir their lemonade | Y |
| Would you like Homer learn to write and speak | Z |
| That bench is groaning with its weight of Greek | Z |
| Behold the naturalist who in his teens | C |
| Found six new species in a dish of greens | C |
| And lo the master in a statelier walk | A2 |
| Whose annual ciphering takes a ton of chalk | B2 |
| And there the linguist who by common roots | C |
| Thro' all their nurseries tracks old Noah's shoots | C |
| How Shem's proud children reared the Assyrian piles | C |
| While Ham's were scattered through the Sandwich Isles | C |
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| Fired at the thought of all the present shows | C |
| My kindling fancy down the future flows | C |
| I see the glory of the coming days | C |
| O'er Time's horizon shoot its streaming rays | C |
| Near and more near the radiant morning draws | C |
| In living lustre rapturous applause | C |
| From east to west the blazing heralds run | A |
| Loosed from the chariot of the ascending sun | A |
| Through the long vista of uncounted years | C |
| In cloudless splendor three tremendous cheers | C |
| My eye prophetic as the depths unfold | C2 |
| Sees a new advent of the age of gold | C2 |
| While o'er the scene new generations press | C |
| New heroes rise the coming time to bless | C |
| Not such as Homer's who we read in Pope | D2 |
| Dined without forks and never heard of soap | D2 |
| Not such as May to Marlborough Chapel brings | C |
| Lean hungry savage anti everythings | C |
| Copies of Luther in the pasteboard style | E2 |
| But genuine articles the true Carlyle | E2 |
| While far on high the blazing orb shall shed | F2 |
| Its central light on Harvard's holy head | F2 |
| And learning's ensigns ever float unfurled | G2 |
| Here in the focus of the new born world | G2 |
| The speaker stops and trampling down the pause | C |
| Roars through the hall the thunder of applause | C |
| One stormy gust of long suspended Ahs | C |
| One whirlwind chaos of insane hurrahs | C |
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| THE SONG But this demands a briefer line | J |
| A shorter muse and not the old long Nine | J |
| Long metre answers for a common song | O |
| Though common metre does not answer long | O |
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| She came beneath the forest dome | H2 |
| To seek its peaceful shade | Y |
| An exile from her ancient home | H2 |
| A poor forsaken maid | Y |
| No banner flaunting high above | I2 |
| No blazoned cross she bore | F |
| One holy book of light and love | I2 |
| Was all her worldly store | F |
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| The dark brown shadows passed away | I |
| And wider spread the green | V |
| And where the savage used to stray | I |
| The rising mart was seen | V |
| So when the laden winds had brought | N |
| Their showers of golden rain | G |
| Her lap some precious gleanings caught | J2 |
| Like Ruth's amid the grain | G |
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| But wrath soon gathered uncontrolled | C2 |
| Among the baser churls | C |
| To see her ankles red with gold | C2 |
| Her forehead white with pearls | C |
| Who gave to thee the glittering bands | C |
| That lace thine azure veins | C |
| Who bade thee lift those snow white hands | C |
| We bound in gilded chains | C |
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| These are the gems my children gave | K2 |
| The stately dame replied | L2 |
| The wise the gentle and the brave | K2 |
| I nurtured at my side | L2 |
| If envy still your bosom stings | C |
| Take back their rims of gold | C2 |
| My sons will melt their wedding rings | C |
| And give a hundred fold | C2 |
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| THE TOAST Oh tell me ye who thoughtless ask | M2 |
| Exhausted nature for a threefold task | M2 |
| In wit or pathos if one share remains | C |
| A safe investment for an ounce of brains | C |
| Hard is the job to launch the desperate pun | A |
| A pun job dangerous as the Indian one | A |
| Turned by the current of some stronger wit | N2 |
| Back from the object that you mean to hit | N2 |
| Like the strange missile which the Australian throws | C |
| Your verbal boomerang slaps you on the nose | C |
| One vague inflection spoils the whole with doubt | O2 |
| One trivial letter ruins all left out | O2 |
| A knot can choke a felon into clay | I |
| A not will save him spelt without the k | I |
| The smallest word has some unguarded spot | J2 |
| And danger lurks in i without a dot | J2 |
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| Thus great Achilles who had shown his zeal | P2 |
| In healing wounds died of a wounded heel | P2 |
| Unhappy chief who when in childhood doused | Q2 |
| Had saved his bacon had his feet been soused | Q2 |
| Accursed heel that killed a hero stout | Q2 |
| Oh had your mother known that you were out | Q2 |
| Death had not entered at the trifling part | Q2 |
| That still defies the small chirurgeon's art | Q2 |
| With corns and bunions not the glorious John | R2 |
| Who wrote the book we all have pondered on | R2 |
| But other bunions bound in fleecy hose | C |
| To Pilgrim's Progress unrelenting foes | C |
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| A HEALTH unmingled with the reveller's wine | J |
| To him whose title is indeed divine | J |
| Truth's sleepless watchman on her midnight tower | H |
| Whose lamp burns brightest when the tempests lower | H |
| Oh who can tell with what a leaden flight | Q2 |
| Drag the long watches of his weary night | Q2 |
| While at his feet the hoarse and blinding gale | S |
| Strews the torn wreck and bursts the fragile sail | S |
| When stars have faded when the wave is dark | S2 |
| When rocks and sands embrace the foundering bark | S2 |
| But still he pleads with unavailing cry | E |
| Behold the light O wanderer look or die | E |
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| A health fair Themis Would the enchanted vine | J |
| Wreathed its green tendrils round this cup of thine | J |
| If Learning's radiance fill thy modern court | Q2 |
| Its glorious sunshine streams through Blackstone's port | Q2 |
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| Lawyers are thirsty and their clients too | Q2 |
| Witness at least if memory serve me true | Q2 |
| Those old tribunals famed for dusty suits | C |
| Where men sought justice ere they brushed their boots | C |
| And what can match to solve a learned doubt | Q2 |
| The warmth within that comes from cold with out | Q2 |
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| Health to the art whose glory is to give | T2 |
| The crowning boon that makes it life to live | U2 |
| Ask not her home the rock where nature flings | C |
| Her arctic lichen last of living things | C |
| The gardens fragrant with the orient's balm | V2 |
| From the low jasmine to the star like palm | V2 |
| Hail her as mistress o'er the distant waves | C |
| And yield their tribute to her wandering slaves | C |
| Wherever moistening the ungrateful soil | W2 |
| The tear of suffering tracks the path of toil | W2 |
| There in the anguish of his fevered hours | C |
| Her gracious finger points to healing flowers | C |
| Where the lost felon steals away to die | E |
| Her soft hand waves before his closing eye | E |
| Where hunted misery finds his darkest lair | B |
| The midnight taper shows her kneeling there | B |
| VIRTUE the guide that men and nations own | X2 |
| And LAW the bulwark that protects her throne | X2 |
| And HEALTH to all its happiest charm that lends | C |
| These and their servants man's untiring friends | C |
| Pour the bright lymph that Heaven itself lets fall | Y2 |
| In one fair bumper let us toast them all | Y2 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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