The Lovely Young Man. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Oh the elements varied the exquisite planA
That are used in constructing the lovely young manA
His face he has easily made to possessB
The expression of nothing within to expressB
His hair is oiled glossily back of his earsC
Atop of his head an equator appearsC
His scanty mustache has symmetrical bendsD
Is groomed with precision and waxed at both endsD
His darling complexion bewitching to seeE
Is powdered the same as a lady's might beE
And this is the dear whom the newspapers rudeF
Have scornfully treated and christened theG
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The mental equipment I'll tell if I canA
That Nature has given the lovely young manA
A set of emotions consistently weakH
To go with a creature so gentle and meekH
A will no opposing can break or surmountI
Concerning all matters of no great accountI
A reasoning wheel quite correctly revolvedJ
When used on small questions already resolvedJ
A taste for each gaudy and glistening thingK
That grows on the vision and dies on the wingK
Elaborate methods and principles crudeF
Encompass the mental estate of theG
The outer habiliments hastily scanA
Employed in adorning the lovely young manA
His feet two triangular cases have soughtL
By which his five toes to a focus are broughtL
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The sheathes that enfold his propellers withinM
Are on the most intimate terms with his skinM
His starch tortured collar on tip toe appearsC
Desirous of learning the length of his earsC
And fifteen sixteenths of his brain very nighN
Has run all to blossom and stopped in his tieN
Such some of the splendors mad Fashion has strewedN
All over the surface comprising theG
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Oh measure the brief philological spanA
Of the high pressure words of the lovely young manA
B' Jauve you daun't sayh saw youah playing it lowO
Aw auyn't she a daisy I knaw her y' knawA
She's thweet on me somehow though why I dawn't sayP
It cawn't be my beauty it must be my wayP
Did you notith laust night Chawley Johnson's neck tieN
It paralyzed me and I thought I should d i eE
He's quite a sound fellaw to talk to awhileQ
It's weally a pity he isn't our styleQ
And thus talks forever with slight interludeN
The creature that lately was christened aG
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Oh boys there are several hundreds of waysR
To make yourselves small to the average gazeR
Of which some will cost you considerably lessB
Accomplishing nearly an equal successB
Go purchase a gilded hand organ some dayP
And stand on the corner and solemnly playP
Envelop yourselves in the skin of an apeS
Assuming his methods as well as his shapeS
Submit to refined zoological charmsT
And carry a lap dog about in your armsT
But don't let Destruction upon you intrudeN
So far as to make you down into aG
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I think I saw a minute's half or lessB
The young girl who composed this spiteful messB
She watched me pick it up made a half rushU
Toward me and then retreated with a blushU
I called before she vanished from my visionA
My dear I think you've lost your compositionA
But she dodged off as if she seemed to doubt itN
And I suppose went on to school without itN
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Pacing the question over far and nearV
I think the little maid was too severeV
Sweet Charity can roof much sin they tellW
Why shouldn't it shelter foolishness as wellW
When we draw rein and look about a minuteN
We see no field but God is somewhere in itN
He made the eagle and the lion I've heardN
Why not the monkey and the chipping birdN
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From Arthur Selwyn's Note bookX
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Pavement and window and wallY
What is the cost of you allY
Parlor and boudoir and stairZ
Crowded with furniture rareZ
Gems from the mountains and seasA2
Spires that out measure the treesA2
Chamber and palace and hallY
What is the price of you allY
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VoicesB2
What did we cost Bend earC2
What did we cost Now hearC2
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Several millions menA
There in the field and fenA
Look they are stripped and grimD2
Sturdy of voice and limbD2
Painfully now they toilE2
Into the sullen soilE2
Stabbing the hills and meadsF2
Planting the silent seedsF2
Into each streaming faceG2
Glides the hot sun apaceG2
You in the thoughtful guiseH2
You with the dreamy eyesH2
Why do you labor soO
Where do your earnings goO
A goodly part to the rulers that form the powers that beE
A modest part if lucky for my family and for meE
And all the rest for the splendors that fringe the river and seaE
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VoicesB2
What did we cost Bend earC2
What did we cost Now hearC2
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Listen the factory wallY
Sends out its morning callY
Hear the machinery's dinA
Look at the folks withinA
Child with a poor pale faceG2
Woman with hurried graceG2
Man with the look half wiseH2
Girl with the handsome eyesH2
How the long spindles whirlI2
How the rich webs unfurlI2
Maid with the orbs that quiverJ2
With light from Over the RiverJ2
Why are you toiling soO
Where do your wages goO
A goodly part to the owners whoever they may beE
A little part to the living of those I love and meE
And all the rest to the cities that gem the river and seaE
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As is well known the weird inimitable poem Over the River was written by a factory girlI2
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VoicesB2
What do we cost Now hearC2
Hearken with eye and earC2
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Several thousand menA
There in the hill and glenA
Forward march Take aimK2
Fire now a storm of flameK2
Shriek and curse and shoutN
Death beds lying aboutN
Man with the kingly faceG2
There in that gory placeG2
Bleeding and writhing soO
Well a moment agoO
Tell me in mangled tonesL2
Tell us amid your groansL2
What do they buy with warM2
What were you fighting forM2
For country and for glory and for the powers that beE
To deck with pride and honor the family dear to meE
And to defend our cities that gem the river and seaE
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VoicesB2
What do we cost Bend earC2
No you will never hearC2
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From Farmer Harrington's CalendarJ2
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NOVEMBERJ2
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Wind north east weather getting cross and coolN2
Wife and the children gone to Sunday schoolN2
And I not very well am home againA
Holding a conversation with my penA
And all that I can make it say to meE
Is Wealth wealth wealth how much I hear and seeE
Strange how on human brains sixteen times o'erJ2
Is stamped and carved the magic word of MoreM2
Some several thousands to my credit lieN
In a small bank on Wall Street handy byN
But I can't help contriving what I'd doN
If I possessed the whole Sub Treasury tooN
Or if I had to take a modest toneA
A million million dollars all my ownA
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The subject took so strong a growth in meE
I overtalked the same last night at teaE
And so my oldest daughter who can rhymeO2
And strikes some notes that with her father's chimeO2
Became with that same foolishness possessedN
So much so that it would not let her restN
But hung about her bedside all the nightN
And brought its capabilities in sightN
So much so that she threw it into verseP2
As bad as that her father writes or worseP2
And then with some unconscious girlish graceG2
And blushes chasing all about her faceG2
She in a way I've learned to understandN
Quite accident'ly slipped it in my handN
It was not made in public to appearV
But privately I'll paste it right in hereC2
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Our dinner is at noon our supper sixQ2
We have not yet learned all the city tricksQ2

William Mckendree Carleton



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