To The Lord Of Potsdam Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HEIE JBJB BBBB EEEE BBBB KCKC EBEB BCBC LMLM CECE BEBE| On sending a certain telegram | A |
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| Majestic Monarch whom the other gods | B |
| For fear of their immediate removal | C |
| Consulting hourly seek your awful nod's | B |
| Approval | C |
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| Lift but your little finger up to strike | D |
| And lo 'the massy earth is riven' Shelley | E |
| The habitable globe is shaken like | D |
| A jelly | E |
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| By your express permission for the last | F |
| Eight years the sun has regularly risen | G |
| And editors that questioned this have passed | F |
| To prison | G |
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| In Art you simply have to say I shall | H |
| Beethoven's fame is rendered transitory | E |
| And Titian cloys beside your clever all | I |
| egory | E |
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| We hailed you Admiral your eagle sight | J |
| Foresaw Her Majesty's benign intentions | B |
| A uniform was ready of the right | J |
| Dimensions | B |
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| Your wardrobe shines with all the shapes and shades | B |
| That genius can fix in fancy suitings | B |
| For levees false alarums full parades | B |
| And shootings | B |
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| But save the habit marks the man of gore | E |
| Your spurs are yet to win my callow Kaiser | E |
| Of fighting in the field you know no more | E |
| Than I Sir | E |
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| When Grandpapa was thanking God with hymns | B |
| For gallant Frenchmen dying in the ditches | B |
| Your nurse had barely braced your little limbs | B |
| In breeches | B |
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| And doubtless where he roosts beside his bock | K |
| The Game Old Bird that played the leading fiddle | C |
| Smiles grimly as he hears your perky cock | K |
| a diddle | C |
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| Be well advised my youthful friend abjure | E |
| These tricks that smack of Cleon and the tanners | B |
| And let the Dutch instruct a German Boor | E |
| In manners | B |
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| Nor were you meant to solve the nations' knots | B |
| Or be the Earth's Protector willy nilly | C |
| You only make yourself and royal Pots | B |
| dam silly | C |
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| Our racing yachts are not at present dressed | L |
| In bravery of bunting to amuse you | M |
| Nor can the licence of an honoured guest | L |
| Excuse you | M |
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| But if your words are more than wanton play | C |
| And you would like to meet the old sea rover | E |
| Name any course from Delagoa Bay | C |
| To Dover | E |
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| Meanwhile observe a proper reticence | B |
| We ask no more there never was a rumour | E |
| Of asking Hohenzollerns for a sense | B |
| Of humour | E |
Owen Seaman
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