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