Lines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GHI JJKK LLMM NNOO

I 'm ashamed that 's the fact it 's a pitiful caseA
Won't any kind classmate get up in my placeA
Just remember how often I've risen beforeB
I blush as I straighten my legs on the floorB
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There are stories once pleasing too many times toldC
There are beauties once charming too fearfully oldC
There are voices we've heard till we know them so wellD
Though they talked for an hour they'd have nothing to tellD
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Yet Classmates Friends Brothers Dear blessed old boysE
Made one by a lifetime of sorrows and joysE
What lips have such sounds as the poorest of theseF
Though honeyed like Plato's by musical beesF
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What voice is so sweet and what greeting so dearG
As the simple warm welcome that waits for us hereH
The love of our boyhood still breathes in its toneI
And our hearts throb the answer 'He's one of our own '-
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Nay count not our numbers some sixty we knowJ
But these are above and those under the snowJ
And thoughts are still mingled wherever we meetK
For those we remember with those that we greetK
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We have rolled on life's journey how fast and how farL
One round of humanity's many wheeled carL
But up hill and down hill through rattle and rubM
Old true Twenty niners we've stuck to our hubM
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While a brain lives to think or a bosom to feelN
We will cling to it still like the spokes of a wheelN
And age as it chills us shall fasten the tireO
That youth fitted round in his circle of fireO

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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