Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCC DDEFFGHEH IIJKKK LMMNONPQRQ SSSTTFUUVUVWXXYUYZZ A2A2SSB2B2SC2USSD2C2 FFF SXE2F2XG2X SSSC2C2H2H2SH2UUUXAU A D2UD2 A RI2J2RK2J2J2KKFUUKUU KJ2L2M2N2N2USUUUUSSF UL2L2O2SO2 J2SFJ2SSP2P2 Q2Q2YUYSSSSFFUU A SR2R2S2T2R2J2J2HKSL2 U2V2SHSH A SSFSSWSSW2UW2SSSWWW A WWFWSSSWX2X2WSSAI | A |
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In a nation of one hundred fine mob hearted lynching relenting repenting millions | B |
There are plenty of sweeping swinging stinging gorgeous things to shout about | C |
And knock your old blue devils out | C |
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I brag and chant of Bryan Bryan Bryan Bryan | D |
Candidate for president who sketched a silver Zion | D |
The one American Poet who could sing outdoors | E |
He brought in tides of wonder of unprecedented splendor | F |
Wild roses from the plains that made hearts tender | F |
All the funny circus silks | G |
Of politics unfurled | H |
Bartlett pears of romance that were honey at the cores | E |
And torchlights down the street to the end of the world | H |
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There were truths eternal in the gap and tittle tattle | I |
There were real heads broken in the fustian and the rattle | I |
There were real lines drawn | J |
Not the silver and the gold | K |
But Nebraska's cry went eastward against the dour and old | K |
The mean and cold | K |
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It was eighteen ninety six and I was just sixteen | L |
And Altgeld ruled in Springfield Illinois | M |
When there came from the sunset Nebraska's shout of joy | M |
In a coat like a deacon in a black Stetson hat | N |
He scourged the elephant plutocrats | O |
With barbed wire from the Platte | N |
The scales dropped from their mighty eyes | P |
They saw that summer's noon | Q |
A tribe of wonders coming | R |
To a marching tune | Q |
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Oh the longhorns from Texas | S |
The jay hawks from Kansas | S |
The plop eyed bungaroo and giant giassicus | S |
The varmint chipmunk bugaboo | T |
The horn toad prairie dog and ballyhoo | T |
From all the newborn states arow | F |
Bidding the eagles of the west fly on | U |
Bidding the eagles of the west fly on | U |
The fawn prodactyl and thing a ma jig | V |
The rackaboor the hellangone | U |
The whangdoodle batfowl and pig | V |
The coyote wild cat and grizzly in a glow | W |
In a miracle of health and speed the whole breed abreast | X |
The leaped the Mississippi blue border of the West | X |
From the Gulf to Canada two thousand miles long | Y |
Against the towns of Tubal Cain | U |
Ah sharp was their song | Y |
Against the ways of Tubal Cain too cunning for the young | Z |
The longhorn calf the buffalo and wampus gave tongue | Z |
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These creatures were defending things Mark Hanna never dreamed | A2 |
The moods of airy childhood that in desert dews gleamed | A2 |
The gossamers and whimsies | S |
The monkeyshines and didoes | S |
Rank and strange | B2 |
Of the canyons and the range | B2 |
The ultimate fantastics | S |
Of the far western slope | C2 |
And of prairie schooner children | U |
Born beneath the stars | S |
Beneath falling snows | S |
Of the babies born at midnight | D2 |
In the sod huts of lost hope | C2 |
With no physician there | F |
Except a Kansas prayer | F |
With the Indian raid a howling through the air | F |
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And all these in their helpless days | S |
By the dour East oppressed | X |
Mean paternalism | E2 |
Making their mistakes for them | F2 |
Crucifying half the West | X |
Till the whole Atlantic coast | G2 |
Seemed a giant spiders' nest | X |
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And these children and their sons | S |
At last rode through the cactus | S |
A cliff of mighty cowboys | S |
On the lope | C2 |
With gun and rope | C2 |
And all the way to frightened Maine the old East heard them call | H2 |
And saw our Bryan by a mile lead the wall | H2 |
Of men and whirling flowers and beasts | S |
The bard and prophet of them all | H2 |
Prairie avenger mountain lion | U |
Bryan Bryan Bryan Bryan | U |
Gigantic troubadour speaking like a siege gun | U |
Smashing Plymouth Rock with his boulders from the West | X |
And just a hundred miles behind tornadoes piled across the sky | A |
Blotting out sun and moon | U |
A sign on high | A |
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Headlong dazed and blinking in the weird green light | D2 |
The scalawags made moan | U |
Afraid to fight | D2 |
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II | A |
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When Bryan came to Springfield and Altgeld gave him greeting | R |
Rochester was deserted Divernon was deserted | I2 |
Mechanicsburg Riverton Chickenbristle Cotton Hill | J2 |
Empty for all Sangamon drove to the meeting | R |
In silver decked racing cart | K2 |
Buggy buckboard carryall | J2 |
Carriage phaeton whatever would haul | J2 |
And silver decked farm wagons gritted banged and rolled | K |
With the new tale of Bryan by the iron tires told | K |
The State House loomed afar | F |
A speck a hive a football a captive balloon | U |
And the town was all one spreading wing of bunting plumes and sunshine | U |
Every rag and flag and Bryan picture sold | K |
When the rigs in many a dusty line | U |
Jammed our streets at noon | U |
And joined the wild parade against the power of gold | K |
We roamed we boys from High School | J2 |
With mankind while Springfield gleamed silk lined | L2 |
Oh Tom Dines and Art Fitzgerald | M2 |
And the gangs that they could get | N2 |
I can hear them yelling yet | N2 |
Helping the incantation | U |
Defying aristocracy | S |
With every bridle gone | U |
Ridding the world of the low down mean | U |
Bidding the eagles of the West fly on | U |
Bidding the eagles of the West fly on | U |
We were bully wild and woolly | S |
Never yet curried below the knees | S |
We saw flowers in the air | F |
Fair as the Pleiades bright as Orion | U |
Hopes of all mankind | L2 |
Made rare resistless thrice refined | L2 |
Oh we bucks from every Springfield ward | O2 |
Colts of democracy | S |
Yet time winds out of Chaos from the star fields of the Lord | O2 |
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The long parade rolled on I stood by my best girl | J2 |
She was a cool young citizen with wise and laughing eyes | S |
With my necktie by my ear I was stepping on my dear | F |
But she kept like a pattern without a shaken curl | J2 |
She wore in her hair a brave prairie rose | S |
Her gold chums cut her for that was not the pose | S |
No Gibson Girl would wear it in that fresh way | P2 |
But we were fairy Democrats and this was our day | P2 |
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The earth rocked like the ocean the sidewalk was a deck | Q2 |
The houses for the moment were lost in the wide wreck | Q2 |
And the bands played strange and stranger music as they trailed along | Y |
Against the ways of Tubal Cain | U |
Ah sharp was their song | Y |
The demons in the bricks the demons in the grass | S |
The demons in the bank vaults peered out to see us pass | S |
And the angels in the trees the angels in the grass | S |
The angels in the flags peered out to see us pass | S |
And the sidewalk was our chariot and the flowers bloomed higher | F |
And the street turned to silver and the grass turned to fire | F |
And then it was but grass and the town was there again | U |
A place for women and men | U |
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III | A |
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Then we stood where we could see | S |
Every band | R2 |
And the speaker's stand | R2 |
And Bryan took the platform | S2 |
And he was introduced | T2 |
And he lifted his hand | R2 |
And cast a new spell | J2 |
Progressive silence fell | J2 |
In Springfield in Illinois around the world | H |
Then we heard these glacial boulders across the prairie rolled | K |
'The people have a right to make their own mistakes | S |
You shall not crucify mankind | L2 |
Upon a cross of gold ' | - |
And everybody heard him | U2 |
In the streets and State House yard | V2 |
And everybody heard him in Springfield in Illinois | S |
Around and around and around the world | H |
That danced upon its axis | S |
And like a darling broncho whirled | H |
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IV | A |
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July August suspense | S |
Wall Street lost to sense | S |
August September October | F |
More suspense | S |
And the whole East down like a wind smashed fence | S |
Then Hanna to the rescue Hanna of Ohio | W |
Rallying the roller tops | S |
Rallying the bucket shops | S |
Threatening drouth and death | W2 |
Promising manna | U |
Rallying the trusts against the bawling flannelmouth | W2 |
Invading misers' cellars tin cans socks | S |
Melting down the rocks | S |
Pouring out the long green to a million workers | S |
Spondulix by the mountain load to stop each new tornado | W |
And beat the cheapskate blatherskite | W |
Populistic anarchistic deacon desperado | W |
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V | A |
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Election night at midnight | W |
Boy Brian's defeat | W |
Defeat of western silver | F |
Defeat of the wheat | W |
Victory of letterfiles | S |
And plutocrats in miles | S |
With dollar signs upon their coats | S |
Diamond watchchains on their vests and spats on their feet | W |
Victory of custodians Plymouth Rock | X2 |
And all that inbred landlord stock | X2 |
Victory of the neat | W |
Defeat of the aspen groves of Colorado valleys | S |
The blue bells of the Rockies | S |
And b | A |
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