The Seven Sages Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFDGHIJFHKLMFNOP FQRPSTFUHVEH| The First My great grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke | A |
| In Grattan's house | B |
| The Second My great grandfather shared | C |
| A pot house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once | D |
| The Third My great grandfather's father talked of music | E |
| Drank tar water with the Bishop of Cloyne | F |
| The Fourth But mine saw Stella once | D |
| The Fifth Whence came our thought | G |
| The Sixth From four great minds that hated Whiggery | H |
| The Fifth Burke was a Whig | I |
| The Sixth Whether they knew or not | J |
| Goldsmith and Burke Swift and the Bishop of Cloyne | F |
| All hated Whiggery but what is Whiggery | H |
| A levelling rancorous rational sort of mind | K |
| That never looked out of the eye of a saint | L |
| Or out of drunkard's eye | M |
| The Seventh All's Whiggery now | F |
| But we old men are massed against the world | N |
| The First American colonies Ireland France and India | O |
| Harried and Burke's great melody against it | P |
| The Second Oliver Goldsmith sang what he had seen | F |
| Roads full of beggars cattle in the fields | Q |
| But never saw the trefoil stained with blood | R |
| The avenging leaf those fields raised up against it | P |
| The Fourth The tomb of Swift wears it away | S |
| The Third A voice | T |
| Soft as the rustle of a reed from Cloyne | F |
| That gathers volume now a thunder clap | U |
| The Sixtb What schooling had these four | H |
| The Seventh They walked the roads | V |
| Mimicking what they heard as children mimic | E |
| They understood that wisdom comes of beggary | H |
William Butler Yeats
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