A Parthian Glance Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Sweet Memory wafted by thy gentle gale	A
Oft up the stream of time I turn my sail ROGERS	B
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Come my Crony let's think upon far away days	C
And lift up a little Oblivion's veil	A
Let's consider the past with a lingering gaze	C
Like a peacock whose eyes are inclined to his tail	A
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Aye come let us turn our attention behind	D
Like those critics whose heads are so heavy I fear	E
That they cannot keep up with the march of the mind	D
And so turn face about for reviewing the rear	E
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Looking over Time's crupper and over his tail	A
Oh what ages and pages there are to revise	F
And as farther our back searching glances prevail	A
Like the emmets how little we are in our eyes	F
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What a sweet pretty innocent half a yard long	G
On a dimity lap of true nursery make	H
I can fancy I hear the old lullaby song	G
That was meant to compose me but kept me awake	H
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Methinks I still suffer the infantine throes	I
When my flesh was a cushion for any long pin	J
Whilst they patted my body to comfort my woes	I
Oh how little they dreamt they were driving them in	J
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Infant sorrows are strong infant pleasures as weak	K
But no grief was allow'd to indulge in its note	L
Did you ever attempt a small bubble and squeak	K
Through the Dalby's Carminative down in your throat	L
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Did you ever go up to the roof with a bounce	M
Did you ever come down to the floor with the same	N
Oh I can't but agree with bath ends and pronounce	M
Heads or tails with a child an unpleasantish game	N
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Then an urchin I see myself urchin indeed	O
With a smooth Sunday face for a mother's delight	P
Why should weeks have an end I am sure there was need	O
Of a Sabbath to follow each Saturday night	P
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Was your face ever sent to the housemaid to scrub	Q
Have you ever felt huckaback soften'd with sand	R
Had you ever your nose towell'd up to a snub	Q
And your eyes knuckled out with the back of the hand	R
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Then a school boy my tailor was nothing in fault	S
For an urchin will grow to a lad by degrees	T
But how well I remember that pepper and salt	S
That was down to the elbows and up to the knees	T
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What a figure it cut when as Norval I spoke	U
With a lanky right leg duly planted before	V
Whilst I told of the chief that was kill'd by my stroke	U
And extended my arms as the arms that he wore	V
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Next a Lover Oh say were you ever in love	W
With a lady too cold and your bosom too hot	X
Have you bow'd to a shoe tie and knelt to a glove	W
Like a beau that desired to be tied in a knot	X
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With the Bride all in white and your body in blue	Y
Did you walk up the aisle the genteelest of men	Z
When I think of that beautiful vision anew	Y
Oh I seem but the biffin of what I was then	Z
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I am withered and worn by a premature care	A2
And wrinkles confess the decline of my days	C
Old Time's busy hand has made free with my hair	A2
And I'm seeking to hide it by writing for bays	C

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