The Old Squire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJK LMLM NONO ABAB PQPR SJTJ UKVW XYXY ZA2B2A2 C2D2C2D2 AE2AE2 HF2HG2 AFH2FI LIKE the hunting of the hare | A |
Better than that of the fox | B |
I like the joyous morning air | A |
And the crowing of the cocks | B |
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I like the calm of the early fields | C |
The ducks asleep by the lake | D |
The quiet hour which Nature yields | C |
Before mankind is awake | D |
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I like the pheasants and feeding things | E |
Of the unsuspicious morn | F |
I like the flap of the wood pigeon s wings | E |
As she rises from the corn | F |
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I like the blackbird s shriek and his rush | G |
From the turnips as I pass by | H |
And the partridge hiding her head in a bush | I |
For her young ones cannot fly | H |
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I like these things and I like to ride | J |
When all the world is in bed | K |
To the top of the hill where the sky grows wide | J |
And where the sun grows red | K |
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The beagles at my horse heels trot | L |
In silence after me | M |
There s Ruby Roger Diamond Dot | L |
Old Slut and Margery | M |
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A score of names well used and dear | N |
The names my childhood knew | O |
The horn with which I rouse their cheer | N |
Is the horn my father blew | O |
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I like the hunting of the hare | A |
Better than that of the fox | B |
The new world still is all less fair | A |
Than the old world it mocks | B |
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I covet not a wider range | P |
Than these dear manors give | Q |
I take my pleasures without change | P |
And as I lived I live | R |
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I leave my neighbors to their thought | S |
My choice it is and pride | J |
On my own lands to find my sport | T |
In my own fields to ride | J |
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The hare herself no better loves | U |
The field where she was bred | K |
Than I the habit of these groves | V |
My own inherited | W |
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I know my quarries every one | X |
The meuse where she sits low | Y |
The road she chose to day was run | X |
A hundred years ago | Y |
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The lags the gills the forest ways | Z |
The hedgerows one and all | A2 |
These are the kingdoms of my chase | B2 |
And bounded by my wall | A2 |
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Nor has the world a better thing | C2 |
Though one should search it round | D2 |
Than thus to live one s own sole king | C2 |
Upon one s own sole ground | D2 |
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I like the hunting of the hare | A |
It brings me day by day | E2 |
The memory of old days as fair | A |
With dead men passed away | E2 |
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To these as homeward still I ply | H |
And pass the churchyard gate | F2 |
Where all are laid as I must lie | H |
I stop and raise my hat | G2 |
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I like the hunting of the hare | A |
New sports I hold in scorn | F |
I like to be as my fathers were | H2 |
In the days e er I was born | F |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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