When London Calls Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK ILIL MCMA NOPO IIII IQIQ IOIO RIRI EOEO ISISThey leave us artists singers all | A |
When London calls aloud | B |
Commanding to her Festival | C |
The gifted crowd | B |
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She sits beside the ship choked Thames | D |
Sad weary cruel grand | E |
Her crown imperial gleams with gems | D |
From many a land | E |
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From overseas and far away | F |
Come crowded ships and ships | G |
Grim faced she gazes on them yea | F |
With scornful lips | G |
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The garden of the earth is wide | H |
Its rarest blooms she picks | I |
To deck her board this haggard eyed | H |
Imperatrix | I |
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Sad sad is she and yearns for mirth | J |
With voice of golden guile | K |
She lures men from the ends of earth | J |
To make her smile | K |
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The student of wild human ways | I |
In wild new lands the sage | L |
With new great thoughts the bard whose lays | I |
Bring youth to age | L |
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The painter young whose pictures shine | M |
With colours magical | C |
The singer with the voice divine | M |
She lures them all | A |
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But all their new is old to her | N |
Who bore the Anakim | O |
She gives them gold or Charon's fare | P |
As suits her whim | O |
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Crowned Ogress old and sad and wise | I |
She sits with painted face | I |
And hard imperious cruel eyes | I |
In her high place | I |
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To him who for her pleasure lives | I |
And makes her wish his goal | Q |
A rich Tarpeian gift she gives | I |
That slays his soul | Q |
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The story teller from the Isles | I |
Upon the Empire's rim | O |
With smiles she welcomes and her smiles | I |
Are death to him | O |
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For Her whose pleasure is her law | R |
In vain the shy heart bleeds | I |
The Genius with the Iron jaw | R |
Alone succeeds | I |
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And when the Poet's lays grow bland | E |
And urbanised and prim | O |
She stretches forth a jewelled hand | E |
And strangles him | O |
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She sits beside the ship choked Thames | I |
With Sphinx like lips apart | S |
Mistress of many diadems | I |
Death in her heart | S |
Victor James Daley
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