Prologue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKK LLBBMMNOPPQO RRSSFGTTEEUUVVWWXXYY IIZZA2A2B2B2AA C2D2 ME2E2NNF2F2| A PROLOGUE Well of course the ladies know | A |
| I have my doubts No matter here we go | A |
| What is a Prologue Let our Tutor teach | B |
| Pro means beforehand logos stands for speech | B |
| 'T is like the harper's prelude on the strings | C |
| The prima donna's courtesy ere she sings | C |
| Prologues in metre are to other pros | D |
| As worsted stockings are to engine hose | D |
| 'The world's a stage ' as Shakespeare said one day | E |
| The stage a world was what he meant to say | E |
| The outside world's a blunder that is clear | F |
| The real world that Nature meant is here | G |
| Here every foundling finds its lost mamma | H |
| Each rogue repentant melts his stern papa | H |
| Misers relent the spendthrift's debts are paid | I |
| The cheats are taken in the traps they laid | I |
| One after one the troubles all are past | J |
| Till the fifth act comes right side up at last | J |
| When the young couple old folks rogues and all | K |
| Join hands so happy at the curtain's fall | K |
| Here suffering virtue ever finds relief | L |
| And black browed ruffians always come to grief | L |
| When the lorn damsel with a frantic screech | B |
| And cheeks as hueless as a brandy peach | B |
| Cries 'Help kyind Heaven ' and drops upon her knees | M |
| On the green baize beneath the canvas trees | M |
| See to her side avenging Valor fly | N |
| 'Ha Villain Draw Now Terraitorr yield or die ' | O |
| When the poor hero flounders in despair | P |
| Some dear lost uncle turns up millionaire | P |
| Clasps the young scapegrace with paternal joy | Q |
| Sobs on his neck 'My boy MY BOY MY BOY ' | O |
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| Ours then sweet friends the real world to night | R |
| Of love that conquers in disaster's spite | R |
| Ladies attend While woful cares and doubt | S |
| Wrong the soft passion in the world without | S |
| Though fortune scowl though prudence interfere | F |
| One thing is certain Love will triumph here | G |
| Lords of creation whom your ladies rule | T |
| The world's great masters when you 're out of school | T |
| Learn the brief moral of our evening's play | E |
| Man has his will but woman has her way | E |
| While man's dull spirit toils in smoke and fire | U |
| Woman's swift instinct threads the electric wire | U |
| The magic bracelet stretched beneath the waves | V |
| Beats the black giant with his score of slaves | V |
| All earthly powers confess your sovereign art | W |
| But that one rebel woman's wilful heart | W |
| All foes you master but a woman's wit | X |
| Lets daylight through you ere you know you 're hit | X |
| So just to picture what her art can do | Y |
| Hear an old story made as good as new | Y |
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| Rudolph professor of the headsman's trade | I |
| Alike was famous for his arm and blade | I |
| One day a prisoner Justice had to kill | Z |
| Knelt at the block to test the artist's skill | Z |
| Bare armed swart visaged gaunt and shaggy browed | A2 |
| Rudolph the headsman rose above the crowd | A2 |
| His falchion lighted with a sudden gleam | B2 |
| As the pike's armor flashes in the stream | B2 |
| He sheathed his blade he turned as if to go | A |
| The victim knelt still waiting for the blow | A |
| 'Why strikest not Perform thy murderous act ' | - |
| The prisoner said His voice was slightly cracked | C2 |
| 'Friend I have struck ' the artist straight replied | D2 |
| 'Wait but one moment and yourself decide ' | - |
| He held his snuff box 'Now then if you please ' | - |
| The prisoner sniffed and with a crashing sneeze | M |
| Off his head tumbled bowled along the floor | E2 |
| Bounced down the steps the prisoner said no more | E2 |
| Woman thy falchion is a glittering eye | N |
| If death lurk in it oh how sweet to die | N |
| Thou takest hearts as Rudolph took the head | F2 |
| We die with love and never dream we're dead | F2 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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