Parson Turell-s Legacy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B AAACCDDE FFGGHHGGIIIJJJJJJJ BBKKIILL LLLCCFFII AACCMMNNOOKKIIPPQQCC RRSSR CCTLCCFFIICCIIAAACCC CCC U AAAIIVVCCWWAAXXCCCC YYZZFFA2A2KKB2 CC F CCFFDDCCAAC2C2AACCRR D2D2AAE2E2 F2G2H2H2I2I2FF| OR THE PRESIDENT'S OLD ARM CHAIR | A |
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| A MATHEMATICAL STORY | B |
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| FACTS respecting an old arm chair | A |
| At Cambridge Is kept in the College there | A |
| Seems but little the worse for wear | A |
| That 's remarkable when I say | C |
| It was old in President Holyoke's day | C |
| One of his boys perhaps you know | D |
| Died at one hundred years ago | D |
| He took lodgings for rain or shine | E |
| Under green bed clothes in ' | - |
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| Know old Cambridge Hope you do | F |
| Born there Don't say so I was too | F |
| Born in a house with a gambrel roof | G |
| Standing still if you must have proof | G |
| 'Gambrel Gambrel ' Let me beg | H |
| You'll look at a horse's hinder leg | H |
| First great angle above the hoof | G |
| That 's the gambrel hence gambrel roof | G |
| Nicest place that ever was seen | I |
| Colleges red and Common green | I |
| Sidewalks brownish with trees between | I |
| Sweetest spot beneath the skies | J |
| When the canker worms don't rise | J |
| When the dust that sometimes flies | J |
| Into your mouth and ears and eyes | J |
| In a quiet slumber lies | J |
| Not in the shape of umbaked pies | J |
| Such as barefoot children prize | J |
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| A kind of harbor it seems to be | B |
| Facing the flow of a boundless sea | B |
| Rows of gray old Tutors stand | K |
| Ranged like rocks above the sand | K |
| Rolling beneath them soft and green | I |
| Breaks the tide of bright sixteen | I |
| One wave two waves three waves four | L |
| Sliding up the sparkling floor | L |
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| Then it ebbs to flow no more | L |
| Wandering off from shore to shore | L |
| With its freight of golden ore | L |
| Pleasant place for boys to play | C |
| Better keep your girls away | C |
| Hearts get rolled as pebbles do | F |
| Which countless fingering waves pursue | F |
| And every classic beach is strown | I |
| With heart shaped pebbles of blood red stone | I |
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| But this is neither here nor there | A |
| I'm talking about an old arm chair | A |
| You 've heard no doubt of PARSON TURELL | C |
| Over at Medford he used to dwell | C |
| Married one of the Mathers' folk | M |
| Got with his wife a chair of oak | M |
| Funny old chair with seat like wedge | N |
| Sharp behind and broad front edge | N |
| One of the oddest of human things | O |
| Turned all over with knobs and rings | O |
| But heavy and wide and deep and grand | K |
| Fit for the worthies of the land | K |
| Chief Justice Sewall a cause to try in | I |
| Or Cotton Mather to sit and lie in | I |
| Parson Turell bequeathed the same | P |
| To a certain student SMITH by name | P |
| These were the terms as we are told | Q |
| 'Saide Smith saide Chaire to have and holde | Q |
| When he doth graduate then to passe | C |
| To ye oldest Youth in ye Senior Classe | C |
| On payment of ' naming a certain sum | R |
| 'By him to whom ye Chaire shall come | R |
| He to ye oldest Senior next | S |
| And soe forever ' thus runs the text | S |
| 'But one Crown lesse then he gave to claime | R |
| That being his Debte for use of same ' | - |
| Smith transferred it to one of the BROWNS | C |
| And took his money five silver crowns | C |
| Brown delivered it up to MOORE | T |
| Who paid it is plain not five but four | L |
| Moore made over the chair to LEE | C |
| Who gave him crowns of silver three | C |
| Lee conveyed it unto DREW | F |
| And now the payment of course was two | F |
| Drew gave up the chair to DUNN | I |
| All he got as you see was one | I |
| Dunn released the chair to HALL | C |
| And got by the bargain no crown at all | C |
| And now it passed to a second BROWN | I |
| Who took it and likewise claimed a crown | I |
| When Brown conveyed it unto WARE | A |
| Having had one crown to make it fair | A |
| He paid him two crowns to take the chair | A |
| And Ware being honest as all Wares be | C |
| He paid one POTTER who took it three | C |
| Four got ROBINSON five got Dix | C |
| JOHNSON primus demanded six | C |
| And so the sum kept gathering still | C |
| Till after the battle of Bunker's Hill | C |
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| When paper money became so cheap | U |
| Folks would n't count it but said 'a heap ' | - |
| A certain RICHARDS the books declare | A |
| A M in ' I've looked with care | A |
| Through the Triennial name not there | A |
| This person Richards was offered then | I |
| Eightscore pounds but would have ten | I |
| Nine I think was the sum he took | V |
| Not quite certain but see the book | V |
| By and by the wars were still | C |
| But nothing had altered the Parson's will | C |
| The old arm chair was solid yet | W |
| But saddled with such a monstrous debt | W |
| Things grew quite too bad to bear | A |
| Paying such sums to get rid of the chair | A |
| But dead men's fingers hold awful tight | X |
| And there was the will in black and white | X |
| Plain enough for a child to spell | C |
| What should be done no man could tell | C |
| For the chair was a kind of nightmare curse | C |
| And every season but made it worse | C |
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| As a last resort to clear the doubt | Y |
| They got old GOVERNOR HANCOCK out | Y |
| The Governor came with his Lighthorse Troop | Z |
| And his mounted truckmen all cock a hoop | Z |
| Halberds glittered and colors flew | F |
| French horns whinnied and trumpets blew | F |
| The yellow fifes whistled between their teeth | A2 |
| And the bumble bee bass drums boomed beneath | A2 |
| So he rode with all his band | K |
| Till the President met him cap in hand | K |
| The Governor 'hefted' the crowns and said | B2 |
| 'A will is a will and the Parson's dead ' | - |
| The Governor hefted the crowns Said he | C |
| 'There is your p'int And here 's my fee | C |
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| 'These are the terms you must fulfil | F |
| On such conditions I BREAK THE WILL ' | - |
| The Governor mentioned what these should be | C |
| Just wait a minute and then you 'll see | C |
| The President prayed Then all was still | F |
| And the Governor rose and BROKE THE WILL | F |
| 'About those conditions ' Well now you go | D |
| And do as I tell you and then you'll know | D |
| Once a year on Commencement day | C |
| If you 'll only take the pains to stay | C |
| You'll see the President in the CHAIR | A |
| Likewise the Governor sitting there | A |
| The President rises both old and young | C2 |
| May hear his speech in a foreign tongue | C2 |
| The meaning whereof as lawyers swear | A |
| Is this Can I keep this old arm chair | A |
| And then his Excellency bows | C |
| As much as to say that he allows | C |
| The Vice Gub next is called by name | R |
| He bows like t' other which means the same | R |
| And all the officers round 'em bow | D2 |
| As much as to say that they allow | D2 |
| And a lot of parchments about the chair | A |
| Are handed to witnesses then and there | A |
| And then the lawyers hold it clear | E2 |
| That the chair is safe for another year | E2 |
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| God bless you Gentlemen Learn to give | F2 |
| Money to colleges while you live | G2 |
| Don't be silly and think you'll try | H2 |
| To bother the colleges when you die | H2 |
| With codicil this and codicil that | I2 |
| That Knowledge may starve while Law grows fat | I2 |
| For there never was pitcher that wouldn't spill | F |
| And there's always a flaw in a donkey's will | F |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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