Neither! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDE FFGGHII JJKKLMN BBOOLPP GGQQRDD SSTTUBB VVWXYGG ZZUUYA2A2| So ancient to myself I seem | A |
| I might have crossed grave Styx's stream | A |
| A year ago | B |
| My word 'tis so | B |
| And now be wandering with my sires | C |
| In that rare world we wonder o'er | D |
| Half disbelieve and prize the more | E |
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| Yet spruce I am and still can mix | F |
| My wits with all the sparkling tricks | F |
| A youth and girl | G |
| At twenty's whirl | G |
| Play round each other's bosom fires | H |
| On this brisk earth I once enjoyed | I |
| But now I'm otherwise employed | I |
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| Am I a thing without a name | J |
| A sort of dummy in the game | J |
| Not young not old | K |
| A world is told | K |
| Of misery in that lengthened phrase | L |
| Yet gad although my coat be smooth | M |
| My forehead's wrinkled that's the truth | N |
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| I hardly know which road to go | B |
| With youth Perhaps With age Oh no | B |
| Well then with those | O |
| Who share my woes | O |
| Doomed to mere fashionable ways | L |
| Fair matrons cigarettes and tea | P |
| Sighs mirrors and society | P |
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| Is it a folly still to twirl | G |
| And smirk and promenade and querl | G |
| About the town | Q |
| I'll put this down | Q |
| A man becomes downright blast | R |
| Before he knows that he is either | D |
| That or what I am call it Neither | D |
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| Oh for a hint what we shall do | S |
| We bucks whose comedy is through | S |
| Who'd be sedate | T |
| And yet I hate | T |
| To pose persistently to day | U |
| As one just trying flights you know | B |
| When I did try them long ago | B |
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| Suppose I hurry up the tide | V |
| Of age and bravely drift beside | V |
| Those hoary dogs | W |
| Who lie like logs | X |
| Around the clubs where life is hushed | Y |
| My blood runs cold What Say farewell | G |
| To this year's new bewildering belle | G |
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| Hold man the secret broad and huge | Z |
| With every well known subterfuge | Z |
| If bald and gray | U |
| And thin still say | U |
| You're only thirty don't be crushed | Y |
| But when your voice shakes o'er a pun | A2 |
| Be off to China your day's done | A2 |
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
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