Rivera Honeymoon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDB EFGFHF IJKJLJ MGNGOG PQRQSQ TUVUWU XBYBZB A2IKIB2I C2D2C2D2E2D2 ABCBEBBeneath the trees I lounged at ease | A |
And watched them speed the pace | B |
They swerved and swung they clutched and clung | C |
They leapt in roaring chase | B |
The crowd was thrilled a chap was killed | D |
It was a splendid race | B |
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Two men they say went West that day | E |
But I knew only one | F |
Geranium red his blood was spread | G |
And blazoned in the sun | F |
A lighting crash Lo in a flash | H |
His racing days were done | F |
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I did not see such sights to me | I |
Appallingly are grim | J |
But for a girl of sunny curl | K |
I would not mention him | J |
That English lad with grin so glad | L |
And racing togs so trim | J |
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His motor bike was painted like | M |
A postal box of ed | G |
'Twas gay to view We bought it new | N |
A voice beside me said | G |
Our little bit we blew on it | O |
The day that we were wed | G |
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We took a chance through sunny France | P |
We flashed with flaunting power | Q |
With happy smiles a hundred miles | R |
Or more we made an hour | Q |
Like flame we hurled into a world | S |
A foam with fruit and flower | Q |
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Our means were small we risked them all | T |
This famous race to win | U |
So we can take a shop and make | V |
Our bread one must begin | U |
We're not afraid Jack has his trade | W |
He's bright as brassy pin | U |
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Hark Here they come uphill they hum | X |
My lad has second place | B |
They swing they roar they pass once more | Y |
Now Jack sprints up the pace | B |
They're whizzing past At last at last | Z |
He leads he'll win the race | B |
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Another round They leap they bound | A2 |
But where O where is he | I |
And then the girl with sunny curl | K |
Turned chalk faced unto me | I |
Within her eyes a wild surmise | B2 |
It was not good to see | I |
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They say like thunder bold he crashed | C2 |
Into a wall of stone | D2 |
To bloody muck his face was mashed | C2 |
He died without a moan | D2 |
In borrowed black the girl went back | E2 |
To London Town alone | D2 |
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Beneath the trees I longed at ease | A |
And saw them pep the pace | B |
They swerved and swung they clutched and clung | C |
And roaring was the chase | B |
Two men they say were croaked that day | E |
It was a glorious race | B |
Robert William Service
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