Le Grenier Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAAAA BBBBCACA BDBEFAFA ABABAAAA BABAGAGA F HIHIAJAJ GGGGKJKJ GAGALJLJ MAMANJOJ PBPBBJBJ| Je viens revoir l'asile ou ma jeunesse | A |
| De la misere a subi les lecons | A |
| J'avais vingt ans une folle maitresse | A |
| De francs amis et l'amour des chansons | A |
| Bravant le monde et les sots et les sages | A |
| Sans avenir riche de mon printemps | A |
| Leste et joyeux je montais six etages | A |
| Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans | A |
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| C'est un grenier point ne veux qu'on l'ignore | B |
| La fut mon lit bien chetif et bien dur | B |
| La fut ma table et je retrouve encore | B |
| Trois pieds d'un vers charbonnes sur le mur | B |
| Apparaissez plaisirs de mon bel age | C |
| Que d'un coup d'aile a fustiges le temps | A |
| Vingt fois pour vous j'ai ma montre en gage | C |
| Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans | A |
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| Lisette ici doit surtout apparaitre | B |
| Vive jolie avec un frais chapeau | D |
| Deja sa main a l'etroite fenetre | B |
| Suspend son schal en guise de rideau | E |
| Sa robe aussi va parer ma couchette | F |
| Respecte Amour ses plis longs et flottans | A |
| Jai su depuis qui payait sa toilette | F |
| Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans | A |
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| A table un jour jour de grande richesse | A |
| De mes amis les voix brillaient en choeur | B |
| Quand jusqu'ici monte on cri d'allegresse | A |
| A Marengo Bonaparte est vainqueur | B |
| Le canon gronde un autre chant commence | A |
| Nous celebrons tant de faits eclatans | A |
| Les rois jamais n'envahiront la France | A |
| Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans | A |
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| Quittons ce toit ou ma raison s'enivre | B |
| Oh qu'ils sont loin ces jours si regrettes | A |
| J'echangerais ce qu'il me reste a vivre | B |
| Contre un des mois qu'ici Dieu ma comptes | A |
| Pour rever gloire amour plaisir folie | G |
| Pour depenser sa vie en peu d'instans | A |
| D'un long espoir pour la voir embellie | G |
| Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans | A |
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| The Garret | F |
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| With pensive eyes the little room I view | H |
| Where in my youth I weathered it so long | I |
| With a wild mistress a stanch friend or two | H |
| And a light heart still breaking into song | I |
| Making a mock of life and all its cares | A |
| Rich in the glory of my rising sun | J |
| Lightly I vaulted up four pair of stairs | A |
| In the brave days when I was twenty one | J |
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| Yes 'tis a garret let him know't who will | G |
| There was my bed full hard it was and small | G |
| My table there and I decipher still | G |
| Half a lame couplet charcoaled on the wall | G |
| Ye joys that Time hath swept with him away | K |
| Come to mine eyes ye dreams of love and fun | J |
| For you I pawned my watch how many a day | K |
| In the brave days when I was twenty one | J |
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| And see my little Jessy first of all | G |
| She comes with pouting lips and sparkling eyes | A |
| Behold how roguishly she pins her shawl | G |
| Across the narrow casement curtain wise | A |
| Now by the bed her petticoat glides down | L |
| And when did woman look the worse in none | J |
| I have heard since who paid for many a gown | L |
| In the brave days when I was twenty one | J |
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| One jolly evening when my friends and I | M |
| Made happy music with our songs and cheers | A |
| A shout of triumph mounted up thus high | M |
| And distant cannon opened on our ears | A |
| We rise we join in the triumphant strain | N |
| Napoleon conquers Austerlitz is won | J |
| Tyrants shall never tread us down again | O |
| In the brave days when I was twenty one | J |
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| Let us begone the place is sad and strange | P |
| How far far off these happy times appear | B |
| All that I have to live I'd gladly change | P |
| For one such month as I have wasted here | B |
| To draw long dreams of beauty love and power | B |
| From founts of hope that never will outrun | J |
| And drink all life's quintessence in an hour | B |
| Give me the days when I was twenty one | J |
William Makepeace Thackeray
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