A Retrospective Review Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCAAC A DDEFFE A GGGEEH A IIEJJE A GGKLLK E AAMGGN A EEOGGO A EEAEEA J PPAJJA J BBGQQG A EERGGR A IISEES A GGTGGU A GGSGGS A VWTAAT A XXAQQA A BBGAAGI | A |
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Oh when I was a tiny boy | B |
My days and nights were full of joy | B |
My mates were blithe and kind | C |
No wonder that I sometimes sigh | A |
And dash the tear drop from my eye | A |
To cast a look behind | C |
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II | A |
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A hoop was an eternal round | D |
Of pleasure In those days I found | D |
A top a joyous thing | E |
But now those past delights I drop | F |
My head alas is all my top | F |
And careful thoughts the string | E |
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III | A |
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My marbles once my bag was stored | G |
Now I must play with Elgin's lord | G |
With Theseus for a taw | G |
My playful horse has slipt his string | E |
Forgotten all his capering | E |
And harness'd to the law | H |
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IV | A |
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My kite how fast and far it flew | I |
Whilst I a sort of Franklin drew | I |
My pleasure from the sky | E |
'Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes | J |
The tasks I wrote my present dreams | J |
Will never soar so high | E |
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V | A |
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My joys are wingless all and dead | G |
My dumps are made of more than lead | G |
My flights soon find a fall | K |
My fears prevail my fancies droop | L |
Joy never cometh with a hoop | L |
And seldom with a call | K |
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VI | E |
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My football's laid upon the shelf | A |
I am a shuttlecock myself | A |
The world knocks to and fro | M |
My archery is all unlearn'd | G |
And grief against myself has turn'd | G |
My arrows and my bow | N |
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VII | A |
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No more in noontide sun I bask | E |
My authorship's an endless task | E |
My head's ne'er out of school | O |
My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight | G |
I have too many foes to fight | G |
And friends grown strangely cool | O |
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VIII | A |
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The very chum that shared my cake | E |
Holds out so cold a hand to shake | E |
It makes me shrink and sigh | A |
On this I will not dwell and hang | E |
The changeling would not feel a pang | E |
Though these should meet his eye | A |
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IX | J |
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No skies so blue or so serene | P |
As then no leaves look half so green | P |
As clothed the playground tree | A |
All things I loved are altered so | J |
Nor does it ease my heart to know | J |
That change resides in me | A |
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X | J |
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Oh for the garb that marked the boy | B |
The trousers made of corduroy | B |
Well ink'd with black and red | G |
The crownless hat ne'er deem'd an ill | Q |
It only let the sunshine still | Q |
Repose upon my head | G |
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XI | A |
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Oh for the riband round the neck | E |
The careless dogs ears apt to deck | E |
My book and collar both | R |
How can this formal man be styled | G |
Merely an Alexandrine child | G |
A boy of larger growth | R |
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XII | A |
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Oh for that small small beer anew | I |
And heaven's own type that mild sky blue | I |
That wash'd my sweet meals down | S |
The master even and that small Turk | E |
That fagg'd me worse is now my work | E |
A fag for all the town | S |
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XIII | A |
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Oh for the lessons learned by heart | G |
Ay though the very birch's smart | G |
Should mark those hours again | T |
I'd 'kiss the rod ' and be resign'd | G |
Beneath the stroke and even find | G |
Some sugar in the cane | U |
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XIV | A |
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The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed | G |
The Fairy Tales in school time read | G |
By stealth 'twixt verb and noun | S |
The angel form that always walk'd | G |
In all my dreams and look'd and talk'd | G |
Exactly like Miss Brown | S |
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XV | A |
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The omne bene Christmas come | V |
The prize of merit won for home | W |
Merit had prizes then | T |
But now I write for days and days | A |
For fame a deal of empty praise | A |
Without the silver pen | T |
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XVI | A |
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Then 'home sweet home ' the crowded coach | X |
The joyous shout the loud approach | X |
The winding horns like rams' | A |
The meeting sweet that made me thrill | Q |
The sweetmeats almost sweeter still | Q |
No 'satis' to the 'jams' | A |
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XVII | A |
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When that I was a tiny boy | B |
My days and nights were full of joy | B |
My mates were blithe and kind | G |
No wonder that I sometimes sigh | A |
And dash the tear drop from my eye | A |
To cast a look behind | G |
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