Her Tour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IHIHJJJJ KLKMNHNH BOBOEHEH JJJJJBJB POPOOHOH QBQBOROR JSJSASAS B JJPPTTOOSSSS UUSSDDPPQQSSPPVV PPSSWW SSYes we've been travelling my dear | A |
Three months or such a matter | B |
And it's a blessing to get clear | A |
Of all the clash and clatter | B |
Ah when I look the guide book through | C |
And see each queer place in there | D |
'Tis hard to make it seem quite true | C |
That I myself have been there | D |
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Our voyage Oh of course 'twas gay | E |
Delightful splendid glorious | F |
We spurned the shore we sped away | E |
We rode the waves victorious | F |
The first mate's mustache was so grand | G |
The ocean sweet though stormy | H |
I was so sick I could not stand | G |
But papa saw it for me | H |
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At Queenstown we saw land once more | I |
Ground never looked so pretty | H |
We took a steam car near the shore | I |
For some light sounding city | H |
A very ordinary stone | J |
We had to kiss at Blarney | J |
The beggars wouldn't let us alone | J |
That half day at Killarney | J |
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The Giants' Causeway 'Tis arranged | K |
With no regard to science | L |
It must somehow of late have changed | K |
At least we saw no giants | M |
Some little funny scrubs of folks | N |
Sold pictures and were merry | H |
The men were full of yarns and jokes | N |
The women barefoot very | H |
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Old Scotland Yes all in our power | B |
We did there to be thorough | O |
We stopped in Glasgow one whole hour | B |
Then straight to Edinborough | O |
At Abbotsford we made a stay | E |
Of half an hour precisely | H |
The ruins all along the way | E |
Were ruined very nicely | H |
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We did a mountain in the rain | J |
And left the others undone | J |
Then took the Flying Scotchman train | J |
And came by night to London | J |
Long tunnels somewhere on the line | J |
Made sound and darkness deeper | B |
No English scenery is not fine | J |
Viewed from a Pullman sleeper | B |
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Oh Paris Paris Paris 'tis | P |
No wonder dear that you go | O |
So far into the ecstasies | P |
About that Victor Hugo | O |
He paints the city high and low | O |
With faithful pen and ready | H |
I think my dear I ought to know | O |
We drove there two hours steady | H |
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Through Switzerland by train Yes I | Q |
Enjoyed it in a measure | B |
But still the mountains are too high | Q |
To see with any pleasure | B |
Their tops they made my neck quite stiff | O |
Just stretching up to view them | R |
And folks are very foolish if | O |
They clamber clear up to them | R |
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Rome Venice Naples and the Rhine | J |
We did them do not doubt it | S |
This guide book here is very fine | J |
'Twill tell you all about it | S |
We've saved up Asia till next year | A |
If business gets unravelled | S |
What going Come again and dear | A |
I will not seem so travelled | S |
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WASHINGTON November | B |
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We're travelling and we're here and what a town | J |
I own it picks me up and sets me down | J |
I thought I had some idea of the place | P |
And what its corporation lines embrace | P |
I'd read the county papers every week | T |
Which seldom failed From Washington to speak | T |
I'd travelled through these streets by photograph | O |
And with Imagination for a staff | O |
Had wandered round in little trips disjointed | S |
Even where the artist's brass gun has not pointed | S |
And so I said Though I wouldn't like to miss it | S |
'Twill be a good deal like a second visit | S |
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But 'tisn't an easy perpetrated scheme | U |
To prophesy how anything will seem | U |
This city's new to me I do not doubt it | S |
As if I'd never heard a word about it | S |
There's something in these white clothed buildings' glare | D |
And something even in the very air | D |
And in the great variety of faces | P |
Bearing the ear marks of a thousand places | P |
And in that monument that reaches high | Q |
The farthest stone has climbed into the sky | Q |
And in that dome whose kingly size and height | S |
Contrive where'er you are to keep in sight | S |
From these and several hundred other things | P |
This nation's lead horse city at you flings | P |
You feel as if you'd stepped through many a mile | V |
Into another planet for a while | V |
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But men too weary to hold up their heads | P |
Are apt to bless the man who first made beds | P |
Then having found one and reclined within it | S |
Forget about him in just half a minute | S |
So I'll let Morpheus who is at me winking | W |
Do the remainder of this evening's thinking | W |
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Or woman let due praise to her be paid | S |
A bed is never made until 'tis made | S |
William Mckendree Carleton
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