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 WWFWSSSWX2X2WSSA| I | 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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