The Cane-bottom'd Chair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLM NNOH JJPP JJPP QQPP RRPP SSPP LTPP UUPP| In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars | A |
| And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars | A |
| Away from the world and its toils and its cares | B |
| I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs | B |
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| To mount to this realm is a toil to be sure | C |
| But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure | C |
| And the view I behold on a sunshiny day | D |
| Is grand through the chimney pots over the way | D |
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| This snug little chamber is cramm'd in all nooks | E |
| With worthless old knicknacks and silly old books | E |
| And foolish old odds and foolish old ends | F |
| Crack'd bargains from brokers cheap keepsakes from friends | F |
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| Old armor prints pictures pipes china all crack'd | G |
| Old rickety tables and chairs broken backed | G |
| A two penny treasury wondrous to see | H |
| What matter 'tis pleasant to you friend and me | H |
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| No better divan need the Sultan require | I |
| Than the creaking old sofa that basks by the fire | I |
| And 'tis wonderful surely what music you get | J |
| From the rickety ramshackle wheezy spinet | J |
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| That praying rug came from a Turcoman's camp | K |
| By Tiber once twinkled that brazen old lamp | K |
| A Mameluke fierce yonder dagger has drawn | L |
| 'Tis a murderous knife to toast muffins upon | M |
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| Long long through the hours and the night and the chimes | N |
| Here we talk of old books and old friends and old times | N |
| As we sit in a fog made of rich Latakie | O |
| This chamber is pleasant to you friend and me | H |
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| But of all the cheap treasures that garnish my nest | J |
| There is one that I love and I cherish the best | J |
| For the finest of couches that's padded with hair | P |
| I never would change thee my cane bottom'd chair | P |
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| 'Tis a bandy legg'd high shoulder'd worm eaten seat | J |
| With a creaking old back and twisted old feet | J |
| But since the fair morning when Fanny sat there | P |
| I bless thee and love thee old cane bottom'd chair | P |
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| If chairs have but feeling in holding such charms | Q |
| A thrill must have pass'd through your wither'd old arms | Q |
| I look'd and I long'd and I wish'd in despair | P |
| I wished myself turn'd to a cane bottom'd chair | P |
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| It was but a moment she sat in this place | R |
| She'd a scarf on her neck and a smile on her face | R |
| A smile on her face and a rose in her hair | P |
| And she sat there and bloom'd in my cane bottom'd chair | P |
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| And so I have valued my chair ever since | S |
| Like the shrine of a saint or the throne of a prince | S |
| Saint Fanny my patroness sweet I declare | P |
| The queen of my heart and my cane bottom'd chair | P |
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| When the candles burn low and the company's gone | L |
| In the silence of night as I sit here alone | T |
| I sit here alone but we yet are a pair | P |
| My Fanny I see in my cane bottom'd chair | P |
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| She comes from the past and revisits my room | U |
| She looks as she then did all beauty and bloom | U |
| So smiling and tender so fresh and so fair | P |
| And yonder she sits in my cane bottom'd chair | P |
William Makepeace Thackeray
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