My Library Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFGD HHIIGG FFHHJJ FFKLGG MMNNII GGOOFP QQRRSS TTEEHHHLike prim Professor of a College | A |
I primed my shelves with books of knowledge | B |
And now I stand before them dumb | C |
Just like a child that sucks its thumb | C |
And stares forlorn and turns away | D |
With dolls or painted bricks to play | D |
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They glour at me my tomes of learning | E |
You dolt they jibe you undiscerning | E |
Moronic oaf you make a fuss | F |
With highbrow swank selecting us | F |
Saying I'll read you all some day' | G |
And now you yawn and turn away | D |
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Unwanted wait we with our store | H |
Of facts and philosophic lore | H |
The scholarship of all the ages | I |
Snug packed within our uncut pages | I |
The mystery of all mankind | G |
In part revealed but you are blind | G |
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You have no time to read you tell us | F |
Oh do not think that we are jealous | F |
Of all the trash that wins your favour | H |
The flimsy fiction that you savour | H |
We only beg that sometimes you | J |
Will spare us just an hour or two | J |
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For all the minds that went to make us | F |
Are dust if folk like you forsake us | F |
And they can only live again | K |
By virtue of your kindling brain | L |
In magice print they packed their best | G |
Come try their wisdom to digest | G |
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Said I Alas I am not able | M |
I lay my cards upon the table | M |
And with deep shame and blame avow | N |
I am too old to read you now | N |
So I will lock you in glass cases | I |
And shun your sad reproachful faces | I |
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My library is noble planned | G |
Yet in it desolate I stand | G |
And though my thousand books I prize | O |
Feeling a witling in their eyes | O |
I turn from them in weariness | F |
To wallow in the Daily Press | P |
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For oh I never never will | Q |
The noble field of knowledge till | Q |
I pattern words with artful tricks | R |
As children play with painted bricks | R |
And realize with futile woe | S |
Nothing I know nor want to know | S |
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My library has windowed nooks | T |
And so I turn from arid books | T |
To vastitude of sea and sky | E |
And like a child content am I | E |
With peak and plain and brook and tree | H |
Crying Behold the books for me | H |
Nature be thou my Library | H |
Robert Service
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