Adventure Of A Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGHGH IFIF IFIF JKJK L M NONO PQPQ KRKR HFH SFSF HHHH THTH UHUH PVPV HHHH GHGH WHXH VYVY HHHHZA2BA2 HB2HB2 C2KC2K D2E2D2E2 F2HF2H HLHL HG2HG2 HH2HH2 KI2KI2 J2K2J2K2 L2YL2Y FHFH L2M2L2M2 JHJH HHHH N2HN2H F2OF2O O2FO2P2 HKHK YO2YO2 KO2K O2HO2 YO2YO2 HHHH HFHF HO2HO2 Q2KQ2K BHO2HAs I was walking down the street | A |
A week ago | B |
Near Henderson's I chanced to meet | A |
A man I know | B |
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His name is Alexander Bell | C |
His home Dundee | D |
I do not know him quite so well | C |
As he knows me | D |
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He gave my hand a hearty shake | E |
Discussed the weather | F |
And then proposed that we should take | E |
A stroll together | F |
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Down College Street we took our way | G |
And there we met | H |
The beautiful Miss Mary Gray | G |
That arch coquette | H |
Who stole last spring my heart away | G |
And has it yet | H |
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That smile with which my bow she greets | I |
Would it were fonder | F |
Or else less fond since she its sweets | I |
On all must squander | F |
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Thus when I meet her in the streets | I |
I sadly ponder | F |
And after her as she retreats | I |
My thoughts will wander | F |
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And so I listened with an air | J |
Of inattention | K |
While Bell described a folding chair | J |
Of his invention | K |
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And when we reached the Swilcan Burn | L |
'It looks like rain ' | - |
Said I 'and we had better turn ' | - |
'Twas all in vain | M |
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For Bell was weather wise and knew | N |
The signs aerial | O |
He bade me note the strip of blue | N |
Above the Imperial | O |
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Also another patch of sky | P |
South west by south | Q |
Which meant that we might journey dry | P |
To Eden's mouth | Q |
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He was a man with information | K |
On many topics | R |
He talked about the exploration | K |
Of Poles and Tropics | R |
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The scene in Parliament last night | H |
Sir William's letter | F |
'And do you like the electric light | H |
Or gas lamps better ' | - |
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The strike among the dust heap pickers | S |
He said was over | F |
And had I read about the liquors | S |
Just seized at Dover | F |
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Or the unhappy printer lad | H |
At Rothesay drowned | H |
Or the Italian ironclad | H |
That ran aground | H |
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He told me stories lately come | T |
Of town society | H |
Some slightly tinged with truth and some | T |
With impropriety | H |
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He spoke of duelling in France | U |
Then lightly glanced at | H |
Mrs Mackenzie's monster dance | U |
Which he had danced at | H |
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So he ran on till by and by | P |
A silence came | V |
For which I greatly fear that I | P |
Was most to blame | V |
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Then neither of us spoke a word | H |
For quite a minute | H |
When presently a thought occurred | H |
With promise in it | H |
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'How did you like the Shakespeare play | G |
The students read | H |
By this the Eden like a bay | G |
Before us spread | H |
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Near Eden many softer plots | W |
Of sand there be | H |
Our feet like Pharaoh's chariots | X |
Drave heavily | H |
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And ere an answer I could frame | V |
He said that Irving | Y |
Of his extraordinary fame | V |
Was undeserving | Y |
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And for his part he thought more highly | H |
Of Ellen Terry | H |
Although he knew a girl named Riley | H |
At Broughty Ferry | H |
Who might be if she only chose | Z |
As great a star | A2 |
She had a part in the tableaux | B |
At the bazaar | A2 |
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If I had said but little yet | H |
I now said less | B2 |
And smoked a home made cigarette | H |
In mute distress | B2 |
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The smoke into his face was blown | C2 |
By the wind's action | K |
And this afforded me I own | C2 |
Some satisfaction | K |
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But still his tongue received no check | D2 |
Till coming home | E2 |
We stood beside the ancient wreck | D2 |
And watched the foam | E2 |
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Wash in among the timbers now | F2 |
Sunk deep in sand | H |
Though I can well remember how | F2 |
I used to stand | H |
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On windy days and hold my hat | H |
And idly turn | L |
To read 'Lovise Frederikstad' | H |
Upon her stern | L |
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Her stern long since was buried quite | H |
And soon no trace | G2 |
The absorbing sand will leave in sight | H |
To mark her place | G2 |
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This reverie was not permitted | H |
To last too long | H2 |
Bell's mind had left the stage and flitted | H |
To fields of song | H2 |
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And now he spoke of Marmion | K |
And Lewis Morris | I2 |
The former he at school had done | K |
Along with Horace | I2 |
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His maiden aunts no longer young | J2 |
But learned ladies | K2 |
Had lately sent him Songs Unsung | J2 |
Epic of Hades | K2 |
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Gycia and Gwen He thought them fine | L2 |
Not like that Browning | Y |
Of whom he would not read a line | L2 |
He told me frowning | Y |
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Talking of Horace very clever | F |
Beyond a doubt | H |
But what the Satires meant he never | F |
Yet could make out | H |
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I said I relished Satire Nine | L2 |
Of the First Book | M2 |
But he had skipped to the divine | L2 |
Eliza Cook | M2 |
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He took occasion to declare | J |
In tones devoted | H |
How much he loved her old Arm chair | J |
Which now he quoted | H |
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And other poets he reviewed | H |
Some two or three | H |
Till having touched on Thomas Hood | H |
He turned to me | H |
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'Have you been stringing any rhymes | N2 |
Of late ' he said | H |
I could not lie but several times | N2 |
I shook my head | H |
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The last straw to the earth will bow | F2 |
The overloaded camel | O |
And surely I resembled now | F2 |
That ill used mammal | O |
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See how a thankless world regards | O2 |
The gifted choir | F |
Of minstrels singers poets bards | O2 |
Who sweep the lyre | P2 |
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This is the recompense we meet | H |
In our vocation | K |
We bear the burden and the heat | H |
Of inspiration | K |
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The beauties of the earth we sing | Y |
In glowing numbers | O2 |
And to the 'reading public' bring | Y |
Post prandial slumbers | O2 |
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We save from Mammon's gross dominion | K |
These sordid times | O2 |
And all this in the world's opinion | K |
Is 'stringing rhymes ' | - |
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It is as if a man should say | O2 |
In accents mild | H |
'Have you been stringing beads to day | O2 |
My gentle child ' | - |
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Yet even children fond of singing | Y |
Will pay off scores | O2 |
And I to day at least am stringing | Y |
Not beads but bores | O2 |
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And now the sands were left behind | H |
The Club house past | H |
I wondered Can I hope to find | H |
Escape at last | H |
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Or must I take him home to tea | H |
And bear his chatter | F |
Until the last train to Dundee | H |
Shall solve the matter | F |
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But while I shuddered at the thought | H |
And planned resistance | O2 |
My conquering Alexander caught | H |
Sight in the distance | O2 |
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Of two young ladies one of whom | Q2 |
Is his ambition | K |
And so with somewhat heightened bloom | Q2 |
He asked permission | K |
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To say good bye to me and follow | B |
I freely gave it | H |
And wished him all success | O2 |
Apollo Sic me servavit | H |
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