The Wizard In The Street Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD EEFFGGHHIIJJKKLLMN OOPPFF HHQQRRSSTTEELLUU VVHHWWXR| Concerning Edgar Allan Poe | A |
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| Who now will praise the Wizard in the street | B |
| With loyal songs with humors grave and sweet | B |
| This Jingle man of strolling players born | C |
| Whom holy folk have hurried by in scorn | C |
| This threadbare jester neither wise nor good | D |
| With melancholy bells upon his hood | D |
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| The hurrying great ones scorn his Raven's croak | E |
| And well may mock his mystifying cloak | E |
| Inscribed with runes from tongues he has not read | F |
| To make the ignoramus turn his head | F |
| The artificial glitter of his eyes | G |
| Has captured half grown boys They think him wise | G |
| Some shallow player folk esteem him deep | H |
| Soothed by his steady wand's mesmeric sweep | H |
| The little lacquered boxes in his hands | I |
| Somehow suggest old times and reverenced lands | I |
| From them doll monsters come we know not how | J |
| Puppets with Cain's black rubric on the brow | J |
| Some passing jugglers smiling now concede | K |
| That his best cabinet work is made indeed | K |
| By bleeding his right arm day after day | L |
| Triumphantly to seal and to inlay | L |
| They praise his little act of shedding tears | M |
| A trick well learned with patience thro' the years | N |
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| I love him in this blatant well fed place | O |
| Of all the faces his the only face | O |
| Beautiful tho' painted for the stage | P |
| Lit up with song then torn with cold small rage | P |
| Shames that are living loves and hopes long dead | F |
| Consuming pride and hunger real for bread | F |
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| Here by the curb ye Prophets thunder deep | H |
| What Nations sow they must expect to reap | H |
| Or haste to clothe the race with truth and power | Q |
| With hymns and shouts increasing every hour | Q |
| Useful are you There stands the useless one | R |
| Who builds the Haunted Palace in the sun | R |
| Good tailors can you dress a doll for me | S |
| With silks that whisper of the sounding sea | S |
| One moment citizens the weary tramp | T |
| Unveileth Psyche with the agate lamp | T |
| Which one of you can spread a spotted cloak | E |
| And raise an unaccounted incense smoke | E |
| Until within the twilight of the day | L |
| Stands dark Ligeia in her disarray | L |
| Witchcraft and desperate passion in her breath | U |
| And battling will that conquers even death | U |
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| And now the evening goes No man has thrown | V |
| The weary dog his well earned crust or bone | V |
| We grin and hie us home and go to sleep | H |
| Or feast like kings till midnight drinking deep | H |
| He drank alone for sorrow and then slept | W |
| And few there were that watched him few that wept | W |
| He found the gutter lost to love and man | X |
| Too slowly came the good Samaritan | R |
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