My Friends Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAA BCBCDD EFEFDD GHGHDD FEFEDD IJIJDD KEKEDD LMLMDD GDGDDD EEEEDD ENENDD EOEODD DADADD PJPJDD

My never failing friends are theyA
With whom I converse day by dayA
SoutheyA
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Some to and fro for converse flitB
And on their friends intrudeC
Or shun society and sitB
In cheerless solitudeC
But I can sit when night descendsD
At home among a thousand friendsD
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The garish day is left behindE
The scurry and the dinF
The hours of toil are out of mindE
As if they had not beenF
No thought of morrow that impendsD
Comes in between me and my friendsD
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We reck not of the flight of timeG
To them a subject strangeH
They pass their days in a sublimeG
Indifference to changeH
Theirs is the life that never endsD
Immortal beings are my friendsD
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They toil not neither do they spinF
Yet none is meanly drestE
And some are clad in costly skinF
And some in silken vestE
And everyone who sees commendsD
The decent habits of my friendsD
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And some are short and some are tallI
Some portly and some spareJ
Here is a group of pygmies smallI
A Tom Thumb family thereJ
A Brobdingnagian row extendsD
The best informed among my friendsD
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Wot one among them all is lowK
A fellow to be spurnedE
And none is ever rude althoughK
Their backs are often turnedE
No observation that offendsD
Is dropped by any of my friendsD
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And some are steeped in classic loreL
Some brim with wisdom sageM
And some can trace a far off shoreL
Or paint a former ageM
And each his talent freely lendsD
For talented are all my friendsD
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Some tell of deeds and lives sublimeG
And triumphs over foesD
Some weave a spell of lofty rhymeG
Some charm with stately proseD
And here and there a mind unbendsD
Familiarly among my friendsD
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In diction antiquated quaintE
Or with a modern soundE
They speak their thoughts without restraintE
Although they're mostly boundE
And cease to speak when none attendsD
A valued feature of my friendsD
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Although they shun the thoughtless crowdE
The frivolous disdainN
Their titles have not made them proudE
Nor all their pages vainN
No common mortal less pretendsD
None can be opener than my friendsD
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They care not that they've all been cutE
A number by myselfO
And often taken down and putE
As often on the shelfO
My estimation makes amendsD
For such ill treatment of my friendsD
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An ever fresh unfailing sourceD
Of thought and sympathyA
What hours of goodly intercourseD
They have afforded meA
I cannot doubt that heaven still sendsD
Us angels while I have my friendsD
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If he who sits at home in gloomP
Or rushes here and thereJ
Will put a bookshelf in his roomP
And furnish it with careJ
He'll bless the evenings that he spendsD
With such companions as my friendsD

W. M. Mackeracher



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