Thirty Years After Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDBCBC DEBBDEDE FGAAHGFG IBJJIBIB KLBBKLKL IMNNIMIM BOIIBOBO| Two old St Andrews men after a separation of nearly thirty years meet by chance at a wayside inn They interchange experiences and at length one of them who is an admirer of Mr Swinburne's Poems and Ballads speaks as follows | A |
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| If you were now a bejant | B |
| And I a first year man | C |
| We'd grind and grub together | D |
| In every kind of weather | D |
| When Winter's snows were regent | B |
| Or when the Spring began | C |
| If you were now a bejant | B |
| And I a first year man | C |
| - | |
| If you were what you once were | D |
| And I the same man still | E |
| You'd be the gainer by it | B |
| For you you can't deny it | B |
| A most uncommon dunce were | D |
| My profit would be nil | E |
| If you were what you once were | D |
| And I the same man still | E |
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| If you were last in Latin | F |
| And I were first in Greek | G |
| I'd write your Latin proses | A |
| While you indulged in dozes | A |
| Or carved the bench you sat in | H |
| So innocent and meek | G |
| If you were last in Latin | F |
| And I were first in Greek | G |
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| If I had got a prize Jim | I |
| And your certif was bad | B |
| And you were filled with sorrow | J |
| And brooding on the morrow | J |
| I'd gently sympathise Jim | I |
| And bid you not be sad | B |
| If I had got a prize Jim | I |
| And your certif was bad | B |
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| If I were through in Moral | K |
| And you were spun in Math | L |
| I'd break it to your parent | B |
| When you confessed you daren't | B |
| And so avert a quarrel | K |
| And smooth away his wrath | L |
| If I were through in Moral | K |
| And you were spun in Math | L |
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| My prospects rather shone Jim | I |
| And yours were rather dark | M |
| And those who knew us both then | N |
| Would often take their oath then | N |
| That you would not get on Jim | I |
| While I should make my mark | M |
| My prospects rather shone Jim | I |
| And yours were rather dark | M |
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| Yet somehow you've made money | B |
| And I am still obscure | O |
| Your face is round and red Jim | I |
| While I look underfed Jim | I |
| The thing's extremely funny | B |
| And beats me I am sure | O |
| Yet somehow you've made money | B |
| And I am still obscure | O |
Robert Fuller Murray
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