One Viceroy Resigns Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNJOPQRST UVWXU YJZA2B2PMNMC2D2E2F2G 2DE2H2I2DJ2FK2L2I2M2 N2O2P2Q2R2P2S2T2J2XM U2BIP2V2W2X2Y2P2F2Z2 MP2A3P2LP2P2B3C3P2FP 2F2P2N2Y2D3E3F3E2Y2D 3P2E2E3X2FD3D3XP2G3D 3D3D3FD3Y2D3D3WD3H3I 3HP2D3E2J3Y2K3P2I2D3 L3E2P2P2M3D3N3WP2P2O 3Y2O3P2D3P2D3D3Y2D3Y 2D3D3O3WP3Y2R2D3P2D3 WD3I3WFO3D3P2D3D3P2F WP2Q3D3D3P2WR3P2D3P2 WLord Dufferin to Lord Lansdowne | A |
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So here's your Empire No more wine then | B |
Good | C |
We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away | D |
You'll know that fat old fellow with the knife | E |
He keeps the Name Book talks in English too | F |
And almost thinks himself the Government | G |
O Youth Youth Youth Forgive me you're so young | H |
Forty from sixty twenty years of work | I |
And power to back the working Ay def mi | J |
You want to know you want to see to touch | K |
And by your lights to act It's natural | L |
I wonder can I help you Let me try | M |
You saw what did you see from Bombay east | N |
Enough to frighten any one but me | J |
Neat that It frightened Me in Eighty Four | O |
You shouldn't take a man from Canada | P |
And bid him smoke in powder magazines | Q |
Nor with a Reputation such as Bah | R |
That ghost has haunted me for twenty years | S |
My Reputation now full blown Your fault | T |
Yours with your stories of the strife at Home | U |
Who's up who's down who leads and who is led | V |
One reads so much one hears so little here | W |
Well now's your turn of exile I go back | X |
To Rome and leisure All roads lead to Rome | U |
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Or books the refuge of the destitute | Y |
When you that brings me back to India See | J |
Start clear I couldn't Egypt served my turn | Z |
You'll never plumb the Oriental mind | A2 |
And if you did it isn't worth the toil | B2 |
Think of a sleek French priest in Canada | P |
Divide by twenty half breeds Multiply | M |
By twice the Sphinx's silence There's your East | N |
And you're as wise as ever So am I | M |
Accept on trust and work in darkness strike | C2 |
At venture stumble forward make your mark | D2 |
It's chalk on granite then thank God no flame | E2 |
Leaps from the rock to shrivel mark and man | F2 |
I'm clear my mark is made Three months of drought | G2 |
Had ruined much It rained and washed away | D |
The specks that might have gathered on my Name | E2 |
I took a country twice the size of France | H2 |
And shuttered up one doorway in the North | I2 |
I stand by those You'll find that both will pay | D |
I pledged my Name on both they're yours to night | J2 |
Hold to them they hold fame enough for two | F |
I'm old but I shall live till Burma pays | K2 |
Men there not German traders Crsthw te knows | L2 |
You'll find it in my papers For the North | I2 |
Guns always quietly but always guns | M2 |
You've seen your Council Yes they'll try to rule | N2 |
And prize their Reputations Have you met | O2 |
A grim lay reader with a taste for coins | P2 |
And faith in Sin most men withhold from God | Q2 |
He's gone to England R p n knew his grip | R2 |
And kicked A Council always has its H pes | P2 |
They look for nothing from the West but Death | S2 |
Or Bath or Bournemouth Here's their ground | T2 |
They fight | J2 |
Until the middle classes take them back | X |
One of ten millions plus a C S I | M |
Or drop in harness Legion of the Lost | U2 |
Not altogether earnest narrow men | B |
But chiefly earnest and they'll do your work | I |
And end by writing letters to the Times | P2 |
Shall I write letters answering H nt r fawn | V2 |
With R p n on the Yorkshire grocers Ugh | W2 |
They have their Reputations Look to one | X2 |
I work with him the smallest of them all | Y2 |
White haired red faced who sat the plunging horse | P2 |
Out in the garden He's your right hand man | F2 |
And dreams of tilting W ls y from the throne | Z2 |
But while he dreams gives work we cannot buy | M |
He has his Reputation wants the Lords | P2 |
By way of Frontier Roads Meantime I think | A3 |
He values very much the hand that falls | P2 |
Upon his shoulder at the Council table | L |
Hates cats and knows his business which is yours | P2 |
Your business twice a hundered million souls | P2 |
Your business I could tell you what I did | B3 |
Some nights of Eighty Five at Simla worth | C3 |
A Kingdom's ransom When a big ship drives | P2 |
God knows to what new reef the man at the whee | F |
Prays with the passengers They lose their lives | P2 |
Or rescued go their way but he's no man | F2 |
To take his trick at the wheel again that's worse | P2 |
Than drowning Well a galled Mashobra mule | N2 |
You'll see Mashobra passed me on the Mall | Y2 |
And I was some fool's wife and ducked and bowed | D3 |
To show the others I would stop and speak | E3 |
Then the mule fell three galls a hund breadth each | F3 |
Behind the withers Mrs Whatsisname | E2 |
Leers at the mule and me by turns thweet thoul | Y2 |
quot How could they make him carry such a load quot | D3 |
I saw it isn't often I dream dreams | P2 |
More than the mule that minute smoke and flame | E2 |
From Simla to the haze below That's weak | E3 |
You're younger You'll dream dreams before you've done | X2 |
You've youth that's one good workmen that means two | F |
Fair chances in your favor Fate's the third | D3 |
I know what I did Do you ask me quot Preach quot | D3 |
I answer by my past or else go back | X |
To platitudes of rule or take you thus | P2 |
In confidence and say quot You know the trick | G3 |
You've governed Canada You know You know quot | D3 |
And all the while commend you to Fate's hand | D3 |
Here at the top on loses sight o' God | D3 |
Commend you then to something more than you | F |
The Other People's blunders and | D3 |
that's all | Y2 |
I'd agonize to serve you if I could | D3 |
It's incommunicable like the cast | D3 |
That drops the tackle with the gut adry | W |
Too much too little there's your salmon lost | D3 |
And so I tell you nothing with you luck | H3 |
And wonder how I wonder for your sake | I3 |
And triumph for my own You're young you're young | H |
You hold to half a hundred Shibboleths | P2 |
I'm old I followed Power to the last | D3 |
Gave her my best and Power followed Me | E2 |
It's worth it on my sould I'm speaking plain | J3 |
Here by the claret glasses worth it all | Y2 |
I gave no matter what I gave I win | K3 |
I know I win Mine's work good work that lives | P2 |
A country twice the size of France the North | I2 |
Safeguarded That's my record sink the rest | D3 |
And better if you can The Rains may serve | L3 |
Rupees may rise three pence will give you Fame | E2 |
It's rash to hope for sixpence If they rise | P2 |
Get guns more guns and lift the salt tax | P2 |
Oh | M3 |
I told you what the Congress meant or thought | D3 |
I'll answer nothing Half a year will prove | N3 |
The full extent of time and thought you'll spare | W |
To Congress Ask a Lady Doctor once | P2 |
How little Begums see the light deduce | P2 |
Thence how the True Reformer's child is born | O3 |
It's interesting curious and vile | Y2 |
I told the Turk he was a gentlman | O3 |
I told the Russian that his Tartar veins | P2 |
Bled pure Parisian ichor and he purred | D3 |
The Congress doesn't purr I think it swears | P2 |
You're young you'll swear to ere you've reached the end | D3 |
The End God help you if there be a God | D3 |
There must be one to startle Gl dst ne's soul | Y2 |
In that new land where all the wires are cut | D3 |
And Cr ss snores anthems on the asphodel | Y2 |
God help you And I'd help you if I could | D3 |
But that's beyond me Yes your speech was crude | D3 |
Sound claret after olives yours and mine | O3 |
But Medoc slips into vin ordinaire | W |
I'll drink my first at Genoa to your health | P3 |
Raise it to Hock You'll never catch my style | Y2 |
And after all the middle classes grip | R2 |
The middle class for Brompton talk Earl's Court | D3 |
Perhaps you're right I'll see you in the Times | P2 |
A quarter column of eye searing print | D3 |
A leader once a quarter then a war | W |
The Strand abellow through the fog quot Defeat quot | D3 |
quot 'Orrible slaughter quot While you lie awake | I3 |
And wonder Oh you'll wonder ere you're free | W |
I wonder now The four years slide away | F |
So fast so fast and leave me here alone | O3 |
R y C lv n L l R b rts B ck the rest | D3 |
Princes and Powers of Darkness troops and trains | P2 |
I cannot sleep in trains land piled on land | D3 |
Whitewash and weariness red rockets dust | D3 |
White snows that mocked me palaces with draughts | P2 |
And W stl nd with the drafts he couldn't pay | F |
Poor W ls n reading his obituary | W |
Before he died and H pe the man with bones | P2 |
And A tch s n a dripping mackintosh | Q3 |
At Council in the Rains his grating quot Sirrr quot | D3 |
Half drowned by H nt r's silky quot Bat my lahnd quot | D3 |
Hunterian always M rsh l spinning plates | P2 |
Or standing on his head the Rent Bill's roar | W |
A hundred thousand speeches must red cloth | R3 |
And Smiths thrice happy if I call them Jones | P2 |
I can't remember half their names or reined | D3 |
My pony on the Mall to greet their wives | P2 |
More tra | W |
Rudyard Kipling
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