A Song For The Centennial Celebration Of Harvard College, 1836 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBDB EFGFHFIF JKCKLKMK CNCNCCOC PQRQNQSQ CTUTCCCC CVCVWVXVWhen the Puritans came over | A |
Our hills and swamps to clear | B |
The woods were full of catamounts | C |
And Indians red as deer | B |
With tomahawks and scalping knives | C |
That make folks' heads look queer | B |
Oh the ship from England used to bring | D |
A hundred wigs a year | B |
- | |
The crows came cawing through the air | E |
To pluck the Pilgrims' corn | F |
The bears came snuffing round the door | G |
Whene'er a babe was born | F |
The rattlesnakes were bigger round | H |
Than the but of the old rams horn | F |
The deacon blew at meeting time | I |
On every Sabbath morn | F |
- | |
But soon they knocked the wigwams down | J |
And pine tree trunk and limb | K |
Began to sprout among the leaves | C |
In shape of steeples slim | K |
And out the little wharves were stretched | L |
Along the ocean's rim | K |
And up the little school house shot | M |
To keep the boys in trim | K |
- | |
And when at length the College rose | C |
The sachem cocked his eye | N |
At every tutor's meagre ribs | C |
Whose coat tails whistled by | N |
But when the Greek and Hebrew words | C |
Came tumbling from his jaws | C |
The copper colored children all | O |
Ran screaming to the squaws | C |
- | |
And who was on the Catalogue | P |
When college was begun | Q |
Two nephews of the President | R |
And the Professor's son | Q |
They turned a little Indian by | N |
As brown as any bun | Q |
Lord how the seniors knocked about | S |
The freshman class of one | Q |
- | |
They had not then the dainty things | C |
That commons now afford | T |
But succotash and hominy | U |
Were smoking on the board | T |
They did not rattle round in gigs | C |
Or dash in long tailed blues | C |
But always on Commencement days | C |
The tutors blacked their shoes | C |
- | |
God bless the ancient Puritans | C |
Their lot was hard enough | V |
But honest hearts make iron arms | C |
And tender maids are tough | V |
So love and faith have formed and fed | W |
Our true born Yankee stuff | V |
And keep the kernel in the shell | X |
The British found so rough | V |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
<< To The Portrait Of "a Lady" In The Athenaeum Gallery Poem
Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College Poem>>
Write your comment about A Song For The Centennial Celebration Of Harvard College, 1836 poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Best Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes