To D. R. P Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBAA CCDD EEFG HIJJ KKJJ LLMN OOPP AAQQ PPII AARS TTUU MNAA AANM VWXX YYZZ A2A2B2B2 C2C2DD RRD2D2 E2E2DD PPAA AAF2F2| In imitation of A Lindsay Gordon | A |
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| Well Douglas I'm sorry you've got to be homing | B |
| Though I grant it's unwise to continue your roaming | B |
| But the evening's to spare ere you drop me astern | A |
| So come up to my room and indulge in a yarn | A |
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| Here's tobacco in plenty Gold Flake very good | C |
| No Birdseye or Honeydew that's understood | C |
| But this isn't bad though a stranger to you | D |
| Here is Dick Bring up ginger and whiskey for two | D |
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| And now take a seat there are two as you see | E |
| The red rocker for you and the other for me | E |
| Don't demur for no guests will arrive I am sure | F |
| If they do why there's room on the bed or the floor | G |
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| So you're going to England again Well your visit | H |
| Has nigh made me homesick no miracle is it | I |
| I was born there and there I was nurtured and bred | J |
| And I love the old land There's a match overhead | J |
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| It is four years ago more than that since I started | K |
| Away from my home Well I'm not chicken hearted | K |
| But your accent your manner the things you have said | J |
| Have just taken me back to the life I once led | J |
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| And it seems there's a canker that Time will not heal | L |
| Though I certainly thought that I never should feel | L |
| Its soreness again I had settled down here | M |
| Thinking happiness mine till your lordship drew near | N |
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| And now with your talk of the land of my birth | O |
| All those sad recollections you rudely unearth | O |
| Don't apologise man for I'm glad it is so | P |
| There's a joy in the grief that I wouldn't forego | P |
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| There's a joy in remembering all that has been | A |
| And recalling the pleasures that once I have seen | A |
| And if bitterness follows I'm ready to suffer | Q |
| For this morsel is sweet though the next may be tougher | Q |
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| Let the fool in his folly anticipate sorrow | P |
| I for one will refuse to take thought for the morrow | P |
| There is joy in our life if we will but enjoy it | I |
| But the most of us do what we can to destroy it | I |
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| For we fume and we worry and fret ourselves thin | A |
| By regret for what might be or what might have been | A |
| And the blessings of life we incessantly miss | R |
| By ignoring entirely the pleasure that is | S |
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| You have taught me a lesson though little you thought | T |
| Or intended to do it the lesson is taught | T |
| By your actions not words have I learned to be wise | U |
| To embrace every joy every sorrow despise | U |
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| Did I say that I thought there was happiness here | M |
| I was wrong for I know it 'tis perfectly clear | N |
| If you'll listen a bit take your pipe up again | A |
| And continue your smoke I will try to explain | A |
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| To begin with the land I've adopted as mine | A |
| Has a place in my heart a peculiar shrine | A |
| And my love for the country is true and sincere | N |
| If I can't live in England I wish to live here | M |
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| Then I freely confess if my way has been hard | V |
| And my path somewhat rough still I have my reward | W |
| Let my rung on life's ladder be low as it may | X |
| I have fought single handed each step of the way | X |
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| It is well to have fortune mayhap it is well | Y |
| In the tents of the noble and titled to dwell | Y |
| But the man who has builded his home with his hand | Z |
| Is the happiest man in the happiest land | Z |
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| Let milord and milady inherit their wealth | A2 |
| I am legatee only of vigor and health | A2 |
| Every cent that I own has been earned by the sweat | B2 |
| Of my brow and I'm proud to acknowledge it yet | B2 |
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| There's a happiness here every other beyond | C2 |
| Except one to be bound in the mystical bond | C2 |
| Which is woven with throbs of the heart that is true | D |
| And the glances of eyes of a love lightened hue | D |
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| And perchance even I may have tasted the bliss | R |
| That is found in the warmth of the soul inspired kiss | R |
| And it may have been mine But I travel too fast | D2 |
| It is time that the cobbler returned to his last | D2 |
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| But your silence has been philosophic and deep | E2 |
| And I hope you've enjoyed why the man is asleep | E2 |
| Only closing your eyes Well perhaps that will do | D |
| To tell the marines but it's grossly untrue | D |
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| I was speaking of England Undoubtedly so | P |
| So I was but it's just twenty minutes ago | P |
| I've been talking since then in a serious strain | A |
| And perhaps 'tis as well that I've spoken in vain | A |
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| Don't apologise What is it time for your train | A |
| Well Douglas then here's to our meeting again | A |
| And meanwhile old man don't forget the pedantic | F2 |
| And long winded fellow across the Atlantic | F2 |
Wilfred S. Skeats
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