Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EBEBFGHG IBIBJGJG KLKMNONO HCFCCPCP JQJRDCDC STSTUVUV| HAIL Childish slaves of social rules | A |
| You had yourselves a hand in making | B |
| How I could shake your faith ye fools | A |
| If but I thought it worth the shaking | B |
| I see and pity you and then | C |
| Go casting off the idle pity | D |
| In search of better braver men | C |
| My own way freely through the city | D |
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| My own way freely and not yours | E |
| And careless of a town's abusing | B |
| Seek real friendship that endures | E |
| Among the friends of my own choosing | B |
| I'll choose my friends myself do you hear | F |
| And won't let Mrs Grundy do it | G |
| Tho' all I honour and hold dear | H |
| And all I hope should move me to it | G |
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| I take my old coat from the shelf | I |
| I am a man of little breeding | B |
| And only dress to please myself | I |
| I own a very strange proceeding | B |
| I smoke a pipe abroad because | J |
| To all cigars I much prefer it | G |
| And as I scorn your social laws | J |
| My choice has nothing to deter it | G |
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| Gladly I trudge the footpath way | K |
| While you and yours roll by in coaches | L |
| In all the pride of fine array | K |
| Through all the city's thronged approaches | M |
| O fine religious decent folk | N |
| In Virtue's flaunting gold and scarlet | O |
| I sneer between two puffs of smoke | N |
| Give me the publican and harlot | O |
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| Ye dainty spoken stiff severe | H |
| Seed of the migrated Philistian | C |
| One whispered question in your ear | F |
| Pray what was Christ if you be Christian | C |
| If Christ were only here just now | C |
| Among the city's wynds and gables | P |
| Teaching the life he taught us how | C |
| Would he be welcome to your tables | P |
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| I go and leave your logic straws | J |
| Your former friends with face averted | Q |
| Your petty ways and narrow laws | J |
| Your Grundy and your God deserted | R |
| From your frail ark of lies I flee | D |
| I know not where like Noah's raven | C |
| Full to the broad unsounded sea | D |
| I swim from your dishonest haven | C |
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| Alone on that unsounded deep | S |
| Poor waif it may be I shall perish | T |
| Far from the course I thought to keep | S |
| Far from the friends I hoped to cherish | T |
| It may be that I shall sink and yet | U |
| Hear thro' all taunt and scornful laughter | V |
| Through all defeat and all regret | U |
| The stronger swimmers coming after | V |
Robert Louis Stevenson
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