The General Public Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GEHIJKLMNOPQRSTSSPUV S WXYZSOOSA2EB2 C2HT| Ah did you once see Shelley plain Browning | A |
| Shelley Oh yes I saw him often then | B |
| The old man said A dry smile creased his face | C |
| With many wrinkles That's a great poem now | D |
| That one of Browning's Shelley Shelley plain | E |
| The time that I remember best is this | F |
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| A thin mire crept along the rutted ways | G |
| And all the trees were harried by cold rain | E |
| That drove a moment fiercely and then ceased | H |
| Falling so slow it hung like a grey mist | I |
| Over the school The walks were like blurred glass | J |
| The buildings reeked with vapor black and harsh | K |
| Against the deepening darkness of the sky | L |
| And each lamp was a hazy yellow moon | M |
| Filling the space about with golden motes | N |
| And making all things larger than they were | O |
| One yellow halo hung above a door | P |
| That gave on a black passage Round about | Q |
| Struggled a howling crowd of boys pell mell | R |
| Pushing and jostling like a stormy sea | S |
| With shouting faces turned a pasty white | T |
| By the strange light for foam They all had clods | S |
| Or slimy balls of mud A few gripped stones | S |
| And there his back against the battered door | P |
| His pile of books scattered about his feet | U |
| Stood Shelley while two others held him fast | V |
| And the clods beat upon him Shelley Shelley ' | - |
| The high shouts rang through all the corridors | S |
| Shelley Mad Shelley Come along and help ' | - |
| And all the crowd dug madly at the earth | W |
| Scratching and clawing at the streaming mud | X |
| And fouled each other and themselves And still | Y |
| Shelley stood up His eyes were like a flame | Z |
| Set in some white still room for all his face | S |
| Was white a whiteness like no human color | O |
| But white and dreadful as consuming fire | O |
| His hands shook now and then like slender cords | S |
| Which bear too heavy weights He did not speak | A2 |
| So I saw Shelley plain | E |
| And you I said | B2 |
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| I I threw straighter than the most of them | C2 |
| And had firm clods I hit him well at least | H |
| Thrice in the face He made good sport that night | T |
Stephen Vincent Benet
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