Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Clapham Academy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDC A DDEAAE A FFGDDG A HHIJJI A KKALLM A NNFOOF A PQDRRD A S TAAT S AUSVV S WWXDDX A DDYZZY A DDDA2A2D A B2B2C2DDD2 A E2E2VWWV A F2F2DG2G2D A H2H2DAAD A LLDAAD A YYI2J2J2I2 A FFK2UUK2 A L2L2F2M2M2F2I | A |
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Ah me those old familiar bounds | B |
That classic house those classic grounds | B |
My pensive thought recalls | C |
What tender urchins now confine | D |
What little captives now repine | D |
Within yon irksome walls | C |
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II | A |
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Ay that's the very house I know | D |
Its ugly windows ten a row | D |
Its chimneys in the rear | E |
And there's the iron rod so high | A |
That drew the thunder from the sky | A |
And turn'd our table beer | E |
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III | A |
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There I was birch'd there I was bred | F |
There like a little Adam fed | F |
From Learning's woeful tree | G |
The weary tasks I used to con | D |
The hopeless leaves I wept upon | D |
Most fruitless leaves to me | G |
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IV | A |
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The summon'd class the awful bow | H |
I wonder who is master now | H |
And wholesome anguish sheds | I |
How many ushers now employs | J |
How many maids to see the boys | J |
Have nothing in their heads | I |
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V | A |
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And Mrs S Doth she abet | K |
Like Pallas in the parlor yet | K |
Some favor'd two or three | A |
The little Crichtons of the hour | L |
Her muffin medals that devour | L |
And swill her prize bohea | M |
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VI | A |
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Ay there's the playground there's the lime | N |
Beneath whose shade in summer's prime | N |
So wildly I have read | F |
Who sits there now and skims the cream | O |
Of young Romance and weaves a dream | O |
Of Love and Cottage bread | F |
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VII | A |
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Who struts the Randall of the walk | P |
Who models tiny heads in chalk | Q |
Who scoops the light canoe | D |
What early genius buds apace | R |
Where's Poynter Harris Bowers Chase | R |
Hal Baylis blithe Carew | D |
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VIII | A |
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Alack they're gone a thousand ways | S |
And some are serving in 'the Greys ' | - |
And some have perish'd young | T |
Jack Harris weds his second wife | A |
Hal Baylis drives the wane of life | A |
And blithe Carew is hung | T |
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IX | S |
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Grave Bowers teaches A B C | A |
To savages at Owhyee | U |
Poor Chase is with the worms | S |
All all are gone the olden breed | V |
New crops of mushroon boys succeed | V |
'And push us from our forms ' | - |
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X | S |
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Lo where they scramble forth and shout | W |
And leap and skip and mob about | W |
At play where we have play'd | X |
Some hop some run some fall some twine | D |
Their crony arms some in the shine | D |
And some are in the shade | X |
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XI | A |
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Lo there what mix'd conditions run | D |
The orphan lad the widow's son | D |
And Fortune's favor'd care | Y |
The wealthy born for whom she hath | Z |
Mac Adamised the future path | Z |
The Nabob's pamper'd heir | Y |
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XII | A |
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Some brightly starr'd some evil born | D |
For honor some and some for scorn | D |
For fair or foul renown | D |
Good bad indiff'rent none may lack | A2 |
Look here's a White and there's a Black | A2 |
And there's a Creole brown | D |
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XIII | A |
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Some laugh and sing some mope and weep | B2 |
And wish their frugal sires would keep | B2 |
Their only sons at home | C2 |
Some tease their future tense and plan | D |
The full grown doings of the man | D |
And plant for years to come | D2 |
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XIV | A |
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A foolish wish There's one at hoop | E2 |
And four at fives and five who stoop | E2 |
The marble taw to speed | V |
And one that curvets in and out | W |
Reining his fellow Cob about | W |
Would I were in his steed | V |
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XV | A |
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Yet he would glady halt and drop | F2 |
That boyish harness off to swop | F2 |
With this world's heavy van | D |
To toil to tug O little fool | G2 |
While thou canst be a horse at school | G2 |
To wish to be a man | D |
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XVI | A |
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Perchance thou deem'st it were a thing | H2 |
To wear a crown to be a king | H2 |
And sleep on regal down | D |
Alas thou know'st not kingly cares | A |
For happier is thy head that wears | A |
That hat without a crown | D |
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XVII | A |
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And dost thou think that years acquire | L |
New added joys Dost think thy sire | L |
More happy than his son | D |
That manhood's mirth Oh go thy ways | A |
To Drury lane when plays | A |
And see how forced our fun | D |
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XVIII | A |
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Thy taws are brave thy tops are rare | Y |
Our tops are spun with coils of care | Y |
Our dumps are no delight | I2 |
The Elgin marbles are but tame | J2 |
And 'tis at best a sorry game | J2 |
To fly the Muse's kite | I2 |
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XIX | A |
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Our hearts are dough our heels are lead | F |
Our topmost joys fall dull and dead | F |
Like balls with no rebound | K2 |
And often with a faded eye | U |
We look behind and send a sigh | U |
Towards that merry ground | K2 |
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XX | A |
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Then be contented Thou hast got | L2 |
The most of heaven in thy young lot | L2 |
There's sky blue in thy cup | F2 |
Thou'lt find thy Manhood all too fast | M2 |
Soon come soon gone and Age at last | M2 |
A sorry breaking up | F2 |
Thomas Hood
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