On Reading Omar Khayyam Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGF DHIHJKIK LMNMOPQPRLSLTUVUWXYZ A2MB2MA2C2D2C2| During an anti saloon campaign in central Illinois | A |
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| In the midst of the battle I turned | B |
| For the thunders could flourish without me | C |
| And hid by a rose hung wall | D |
| Forgetting the murder about me | C |
| And wrote from my wound on the stone | E |
| In mirth half prayer half play | F |
| Send me a picture book | G |
| Send me a song to day | F |
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| I saw him there by the wall | D |
| When I scarce had written the line | H |
| In the enemy's colors dressed | I |
| And the serpent standard of wine | H |
| Writhing its withered length | J |
| From his ghostly hands o'er the ground | K |
| And there by his shadowy breast | I |
| The glorious poem I found | K |
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| This was his world old cry | L |
| Thus read the famous prayer | M |
| Wine wine wine and flowers | N |
| And cup bearers always fair | M |
| 'Twas a book of the snares of earth | O |
| Bordered in gold and blue | P |
| And I read each line to the wind | Q |
| And read to the roses too | P |
| And they nodded their womanly heads | R |
| And told to the wall just why | L |
| For wine of the earth men bleed | S |
| Kingdoms and empires die | L |
| I envied the grape stained sage | T |
| The roses were praising him | U |
| The ways of the world seemed good | V |
| And the glory of heaven dim | U |
| I envied the endless kings | W |
| Who found great pearls in the mire | X |
| Who bought with the nation's life | Y |
| The cup of delicious fire | Z |
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| But the wine of God came down | A2 |
| And I drank it out of the air | M |
| Fair is the serpent cup | B2 |
| But the cup of God more fair | M |
| The wine of God came down | A2 |
| That makes no drinker to weep | C2 |
| And I went back to battle again | D2 |
| Leaving the singer asleep | C2 |
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