A Tale Of Two Cities Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGHIJCCKKLL MMNOCCPPQQRRSSCCTTUU VVNOWWXYZA2A2B2GWWC2 C2WWD2E2EEF2F2G2G2FF H2H2HHLLI2I2

Where the sober colored cultivator smilesA
On his bylesA
Where the cholera the cyclone and the crowB
Come and goB
Where the merchant deals in indigo and teaC
Hides and ghiD
Where the Babu drops inflammatory hintsE
In his printsE
Stands a City Charnock chose it packed awayF
Near a BayF
By the Sewage rendered fetid by the sewerG
Made impureH
By the Sunderbunds unwholesome by the swampI
Moist and dampJ
And the City and the Viceroy as we seeC
Don't agreeC
Once two hundered years ago the trader cameK
Meek and tameK
Where his timid foot first halted there he stayedL
Till mere tradeL
Grew to Empire and he sent his armies forthM
South and NorthM
Till the country from Peshawur to CeylonN
Was his ownO
Thus the midday halt of Charnock more's the pityC
Grew a CityC
As the fungus sprouts chaotic from its bedP
So it spreadP
Chance directed chance erected laid and builtQ
On the siltQ
Palace byre hovel poverty and prideR
Side by sideR
And above the packed and pestilential townS
Death looked downS
But the Rulers in that City by the SeaC
Turned to fleeC
Fled with each returning spring tide from its illsT
To the HillsT
From the clammy fogs of morning from the blazeU
Of old daysU
From the sickness of the noontide from the heatV
Beat retreatV
For the country from Peshawur to CeylonN
Was their ownO
But the Merchant risked the perils of the PlainW
For his gainW
Now the resting place of Charnock 'neath the palmsX
Asks an almsY
And the burden of its lamentation is Briefly thisZ
Because for certain months we boil and stewA2
So should youA2
Cast the Viceroy and his Council to perspireB2
In our fireG
And for answer to the argument in vainW
We explainW
That an amateur Saint Lawrence cannot fryC2
All must fryC2
That the Merchant risks the perils of the PlainW
For gainW
Nor can Rulers rule a house that men grow rich inD2
From its kitchenE2
Let the Babu drop inflammatory hintsE
In his printsE
And mature consistent soul his plan for stealingF2
To DarjeelingF2
Let the Merchant seek who makes his silver pileG2
England's isleG2
Let the City Charnock pitched on evil dayF
Go Her wayF
Though the argosies of Asia at Her doorsH2
Heap their storesH2
Though Her enterprise and energy secureH
Income sureH
Though out station orders punctually obeyedL
Swell Her tradeL
Still for rule administration and the restI2
Simla's bestI2

Rudyard Kipling



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