The Firemen's Ball Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEFFGGEECCBBBBBC CFHIHEEJKLKDMEMEMNCC OCCO DPQCCCCCMEMNCCOCBOEE EEEEEEEM R EMC E STUTAVAECJCCACDCWCDX EXXYPYNCCXCCXZZXYCYX BDPDPA2MZZMM CB2CCB2CPCCD EDC2D2ED2AXXBXXCBNCC XCCXE2CEEEEEEMEM S D C DDF2CXD2XCDDXCG2D2XC DDMCXD2CD2XCH2H2DXBX BBBCBXXI2I2J2K2CEEEE EESECTION ONE | A |
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quot Give the engines room | B |
Give the engines room quot | C |
Louder faster | D |
The little band master | D |
Whips up the fluting | E |
Hurries up the tooting | E |
He thinks that he stands | F |
The reins in his hands | F |
In the fire chief's place | G |
In the night alarm chase | G |
The cymbals whang | E |
The kettledrums bang | E |
quot Clear the street | C |
Clear the street | C |
Clear the street Boom boom | B |
In the evening gloom | B |
In the evening gloom | B |
Give the engines room | B |
Give the engines room | B |
Lest souls be trapped | C |
In a terrible tomb quot | C |
The sparks and the pine brands | F |
Whirl on high | H |
From the black and reeking alleys | I |
To the wide red sky | H |
Hear the hot glass crashing | E |
Hear the stone steps hissing | E |
Coal black streams | J |
Down the gutters pour | K |
There are cries for help | L |
From a far fifth floor | K |
For a longer ladder | D |
Hear the fire chief call | M |
Listen to the music | E |
Of the firemen's ball | M |
Listen to the music | E |
Of the firemen's ball | M |
quot 'Tis the | N |
NIGHT | C |
Of doom quot | C |
Say the ding dong doom bells | O |
quot NIGHT | C |
Of doom quot | C |
Say the ding dong doom bells | O |
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Faster faster | D |
The red flames come | P |
quot Hum grum quot say the engines | Q |
quot Hum grum grum quot | C |
quot Buzz buzz quot | C |
Says the crowd | C |
quot See see quot | C |
Calls the crowd | C |
And the high walls fall | M |
Listen to the music | E |
Of the firemen's ball | M |
quot 'Tis the | N |
NIGHT | C |
Of doom quot | C |
Say the ding dong doom bells | O |
NIGHT | C |
Of doom | B |
Say the ding dong doom bells | O |
Whangaranga whangaranga | E |
Whang whang whang | E |
Clang clang clangaranga | E |
Clang clang clang | E |
Clang a ranga | E |
Clang a ranga | E |
Clang Clang | E |
Clang | E |
Listen to the music | E |
Of the firemen's ball | M |
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SECTION TWO | R |
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quot Many's the heart that's breaking | E |
If we could read them all | M |
After the ball is over quot | C |
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An old song | E |
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Scornfully gaily | S |
The bandmaster sways | T |
Changing the strain | U |
That the wild band plays | T |
With a red and royal intoxication | A |
A tangle of sounds | V |
And a syncopation | A |
Sweeping and bending | E |
From side to side | C |
Master of dreams | J |
With a peacock pride | C |
A lord of the delicate flowers of delight | C |
He drives compunction | A |
Back through the night | C |
Dreams he's a soldier | D |
Plumed and spurred | C |
And valiant lads | W |
Arise at his word | C |
Flaying the sober | D |
Thoughts he hates | X |
Driving them back | E |
From the dream town gates | X |
How can the languorous | X |
Dancers know | Y |
The red dreams come | P |
When the good dreams go | Y |
' quot Tis the | N |
NIGHT | C |
Of love quot | C |
Call the silver joy bells | X |
quot NIGHT | C |
Of love quot | C |
Call the silver joy bells | X |
quot Honey and wine | Z |
Honey and wine | Z |
Sing low now violins | X |
Sing sing low | Y |
Blow gently wood wind | C |
Mellow and slow | Y |
Like midnight poppies | X |
The sweethearts bloom | B |
Their eyes flash power | D |
Their lips are dumb | P |
Faster and faster | D |
Their pulses come | P |
Though softer now | A2 |
The drum beats fall | M |
Honey and wine | Z |
Honey and wine | Z |
'Tis the firemen's ball | M |
'Tis the firemen's ball | M |
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quot I am slain quot | C |
Cries true love | B2 |
There in the shadow | C |
quot And I die quot | C |
Cries true love | B2 |
There laid low | C |
quot When the fire dreams come | P |
The wise dreams go quot | C |
BUT HIS CRY IS DROWNED | C |
BY THE PROUD BAND MASTER | D |
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And now great gongs whang | E |
Sharper faster | D |
And kettledrums rattle | C2 |
And hide the shame | D2 |
With a swish and a swirk | E |
In dead love's name | D2 |
Red and crimson | A |
And scarlet and rose | X |
Magical poppies | X |
The sweethearts bloom | B |
The scarlet stays | X |
When the rose flush goes | X |
And love lies low | C |
In a marble tomb | B |
quot 'Tis the | N |
NIGHT | C |
Of doom quot | C |
Call the ding dong doom bells | X |
quot NIGHT | C |
Of Doom quot | C |
Call the ding dong doom bells | X |
Hark how the piccolos still make cheer | E2 |
'Tis a moonlight night in the spring of the year quot | C |
CLANGARANGA CLANGARANGA | E |
CLANG CLANG CLANG | E |
CLANG A RANGA | E |
CLANG A RANGA | E |
CLANG CLANG CLANG | E |
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC | E |
OF THE FIREMEN'S BALL | M |
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC | E |
OF THE FIREMEN'S BALL | M |
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SECTION THREE | S |
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In Which contrary to Artistic Custom the moral of the piece is placed before the reader | D |
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From the first Khandaka of the Mahavagga quot There Buddha thus addressed his disciples 'Everything O mendicants is burning With what fire is it burning I declare unto you it is burning with the fire of passion with the fire of anger with the fire of ignorance It is burning with the anxieties of birth decay and death grief lamentation suffering and despair A disciple becoming weary of all that divests himself of passion By absence of passion he is made free ' quot | C |
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I once knew a teacher | D |
Who turned from desire | D |
Who said to the young men | F2 |
quot Wine is a fire quot | C |
Who said to the merchants | X |
quot Gold is a flame | D2 |
That sears and tortures | X |
If you play at the game quot | C |
I once knew a teacher | D |
Who turned from desire | D |
Who said to the soldiers | X |
quot Hate is a fire quot | C |
Who said to the statesmen | G2 |
quot Power is a flame | D2 |
That flays and blisters | X |
If you play at the game quot | C |
I once knew a teacher | D |
Who turned from desire | D |
Who said to the lordly | M |
quot Pride is a fire quot | C |
Who thus warned the revellers | X |
quot Life is a flame | D2 |
Be cold as the dew | C |
Would you win at the game | D2 |
With hearts like the stars | X |
With hearts like the stars quot | C |
SO BEWARE | H2 |
SO BEWARE | H2 |
SO BEWARE OF THE FIRE | D |
Clear the streets | X |
BOOM BOOM | B |
Clear the streets | X |
BOOM BOOM | B |
GIVE THE ENGINES ROOM | B |
GIVE THE ENGINES ROOM | B |
LEST SOULS BE TRAPPED | C |
IN A TERRIBLE TOMB | B |
SAYS THE SWIFT WHITE HORSE | X |
TO THE SWIFT BLACK HORSE | X |
quot THERE GOES THE ALARM | I2 |
THERE GOES THE ALARM | I2 |
THEY ARE HITCHED THEY ARE OFF | J2 |
THEY ARE GONE IN A FLASH | K2 |
AND THEY STRAIN AT THE DRIVER'S IRON ARM quot | C |
CLANG A RANGA CLANG A RANGA | E |
CLANG CLANG CLANG | E |
CLANG A RANGA CLANG A RANGA | E |
CLANG CLANG CLANG | E |
CLANG A RANGA CLANG A RANGA | E |
CLANG CLANG CLANG | E |
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