Almer Mater Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDEDAFAFAFDGDGDG HIHIHIAJ AJAJ KLKMKM ADADADAN ANANKnow you her secret none can utter | A |
Hers of the Book the tripled Crown | B |
Still on the spire the pigeons flutter | A |
Still by the gateway flits the gown | B |
Still on the street from corbel and gutter | A |
Faces of stone look down | B |
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Faces of stone and stonier faces | C |
Some from library windows wan | D |
Forth on her gardens her green spaces | C |
Peer and turn to their books anon | D |
Hence my Muse from the green oases | E |
Gather the tent begone | D |
Nay should she by the pavement linger | A |
Under the rooms where once she played | F |
Who from the feast would rise to fling her | A |
One poor sou for her serenade | F |
One short laugh for the antic finger | A |
Thrumming a lute string frayed | F |
Once my dear but the world was young then | D |
Magdalen elms and Trinity limes | G |
Lissom the blades and the backs that swung then | D |
Eight good men in the good old times | G |
Careless we and the chorus flung then | D |
Under St Mary's chimes | G |
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Reins lay loose and the ways led random | H |
Christ Church meadow and Iffley track | I |
'Idleness horrid and dog cart' tandem | H |
Aylesbury grind and Bicester pack | I |
Pleasant our lines and faith we scanned 'em | H |
Having that artless knack | I |
Come old limmer the times grow colder | A |
Leaves of the creeper redden and fall | J |
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Was it a hand then clapped my shoulder | A |
Only the wind by the chapel wall | J |
Dead leaves drift on the lute So fold her | A |
Under the faded shawl | J |
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Never we wince though none deplore us | K |
We who go reaping that we sowed | L |
Cities at cock crow wake before us | K |
Hey for the lilt of the London road | M |
One look back and a rousing chorus | K |
Never a palinode | M |
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Still on her spire the pigeons hover | A |
Still by her gateway haunts the gown | D |
Ah but her secret You young lover | A |
Drumming her old ones forth from town | D |
Know you the secret none discover | A |
Tell it when you go down | D |
Yet if at length you seek her prove her | A |
Lean to her whispers never so nigh | N |
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Yet if at last not less her lover | A |
You in your hansom leave the High | N |
Down from her towers a ray shall hover | A |
Touch you a passer by | N |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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