Chanson Without Music By The Professor Emeritus Of Dead And Live Languages Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEFEF CGHGIJKL LLLLMNMN OPOPQRFR SISITITI UVUVWXHY ZA2ZA2INII| PHI BETA KAPPA CAMBRIDGE | A |
| - | |
| You bid me sing can I forget | B |
| The classic ode of days gone by | C |
| How belle Fifine and jeune Lisette | B |
| Exclaimed Anacreon geron ei | D |
| Regardez done those ladies said | E |
| You're getting bald and wrinkled too | F |
| When summer's roses all are shed | E |
| Love 's nullum ite voyez vous | F |
| - | |
| In vain ce brave Anacreon's cry | C |
| Of Love alone my banjo sings | G |
| Erota mounon Etiam si | H |
| Eh b'en replied the saucy things | G |
| Go find a maid whose hair is gray | I |
| And strike your lyre we sha'n't complain | J |
| But parce nobis s'il vous plait | K |
| Voila Adolphe Voila Eugene | L |
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| Ah jeune Lisette Ah belle Fifine | L |
| Anacreon's lesson all must learn | L |
| O kairos oxiis Spring is green | L |
| But Acer Hyems waits his turn | L |
| I hear you whispering from the dust | M |
| Tiens mon cher c'est toujours so | N |
| The brightest blade grows dim with rust | M |
| The fairest meadow white with snow | N |
| - | |
| You do not mean it Not encore | O |
| Another string of playday rhymes | P |
| You 've heard me nonne est before | O |
| Multoties more than twenty times | P |
| Non possum vraiment pas du tout | Q |
| I cannot I am loath to shirk | R |
| But who will listen if I do | F |
| My memory makes such shocking work | R |
| - | |
| Ginosko Scio Yes I 'm told | S |
| Some ancients like my rusty lay | I |
| As Grandpa Noah loved the old | S |
| Red sandstone march of Jubal's day | I |
| I used to carol like the birds | T |
| But time my wits has quite unfixed | I |
| Et quoad verba for my words | T |
| Ciel Eheu Whe ew how they're mixed | I |
| - | |
| Mehercle Zeu Diable how | U |
| My thoughts were dressed when I was young | V |
| But tempus fugit see them now | U |
| Half clad in rags of every tongue | V |
| O philoi fratres chers amis | W |
| I dare not court the youthful Muse | X |
| For fear her sharp response should be | H |
| Papa Anacreon please excuse | Y |
| - | |
| Adieu I 've trod my annual track | Z |
| How long let others count the miles | A2 |
| And peddled out my rhyming pack | Z |
| To friends who always paid in smiles | A2 |
| So laissez moi some youthful wit | I |
| No doubt has wares he wants to show | N |
| And I am asking Let me sit | I |
| Dum ille clamat Dos pou sto | I |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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