An Elective Course Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATEA
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The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheekB
Is all my Latin all my GreekB
The only sciences I knowC
Are frowns that gloom and smiles that glowC
Siberia and ItalyD
Lie in her sweet geographyD
No scolarship have I but suchE
As teaches me to love her muchE
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Why should I strive to read the skiesF
Who know the midnight of her eyesF
Why should I go so very farG
To learn what heavenly bodies areG
Not Berenice's starry hairH
With Fanny's tresses can compareH
Not Venus on a cloudless nightI
Enslaving Science with her lightI
Ever reveals so much as whenJ
She stares and droops her lids againJ
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If Nature's secrets are forbiddenK
To mortals she may keep them hiddenK
ons and ons we progressedL
And did not let that break our restL
Little we cared if Mars o'erheadL
Were or were not inhabitedL
Without the aid of Saturn's ringsM
Fair girls were wived in those fair springsM
Warm lips met ours and conquered usN
Or ere thou wert CopernicusN
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Graybeards who wish to bridge the chasmO
'Twixt man to day and protoplasmO
Who theorize and probe and gapeP
And finally evolve an apeP
Yours is a harmless sort of cultL
If you are pleased with the resultL
Some folks admit with cynic graceQ
That you have rather proved your caseQ
Those dogmatists are so severeR
Enough for me that Fanny's hereS
Enough that having survivedL
Pre Eveic forms she has arrivedL
An illustration the completestL
Of the survival of the sweetestL
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Linn us aveunt I only careH
To know what flower she wants to wearH
I leave it to the addle patedL
To guess how pinks originatedL
As if it mattered The chief thingT
Is that we have them in the SpringT
And Fanny likes them When they comeO
I straightaway send and purchase someO
The Origin of Plants go toL
Their proper end I have in viewL
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O loveliest book that ever manU
Looked into since the world beganU
Is Woman As I turn those pagesV
As fresh as in the primal agesV
As day by day I scan perplextL
The ever subtly changing textL
I feel that I am slowly growingT
To think no other work worth knowingT
And in my copy there is noneK
So perfect as the one I ownW
I find no thing set down as suchE
As teaches me to love it muchE

Thomas Bailey Aldrich



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