The Lovely Young Man. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFG AAHHIIJJKKFGAALL MMCCNNNG AAOAPPNEQQNG RRBBPPSSTTNG BBUUAANN VVWWNNNN X YYZZA2A2YY B2C2C2 AAD2D2E2E2F2F2G2G2H2 H2OOEEE B2C2C2 YYAAG2G2H2H2I2I2J2J2 OOEEE I2 B2C2C2 AAK2K2NNG2G2OOL2L2M2 M2EEE B2C2C2 J2 J2 N2N2AAEEJ2M2NNNNAA EEO2O2NNNNP2P2G2G2NN VC2 Q2Q2| Oh the elements varied the exquisite plan | A |
| That are used in constructing the lovely young man | A |
| His face he has easily made to possess | B |
| The expression of nothing within to express | B |
| His hair is oiled glossily back of his ears | C |
| Atop of his head an equator appears | C |
| His scanty mustache has symmetrical bends | D |
| Is groomed with precision and waxed at both ends | D |
| His darling complexion bewitching to see | E |
| Is powdered the same as a lady's might be | E |
| And this is the dear whom the newspapers rude | F |
| Have scornfully treated and christened the | G |
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| The mental equipment I'll tell if I can | A |
| That Nature has given the lovely young man | A |
| A set of emotions consistently weak | H |
| To go with a creature so gentle and meek | H |
| A will no opposing can break or surmount | I |
| Concerning all matters of no great account | I |
| A reasoning wheel quite correctly revolved | J |
| When used on small questions already resolved | J |
| A taste for each gaudy and glistening thing | K |
| That grows on the vision and dies on the wing | K |
| Elaborate methods and principles crude | F |
| Encompass the mental estate of the | G |
| The outer habiliments hastily scan | A |
| Employed in adorning the lovely young man | A |
| His feet two triangular cases have sought | L |
| By which his five toes to a focus are brought | L |
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| The sheathes that enfold his propellers within | M |
| Are on the most intimate terms with his skin | M |
| His starch tortured collar on tip toe appears | C |
| Desirous of learning the length of his ears | C |
| And fifteen sixteenths of his brain very nigh | N |
| Has run all to blossom and stopped in his tie | N |
| Such some of the splendors mad Fashion has strewed | N |
| All over the surface comprising the | G |
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| Oh measure the brief philological span | A |
| Of the high pressure words of the lovely young man | A |
| B' Jauve you daun't sayh saw youah playing it low | O |
| Aw auyn't she a daisy I knaw her y' knaw | A |
| She's thweet on me somehow though why I dawn't say | P |
| It cawn't be my beauty it must be my way | P |
| Did you notith laust night Chawley Johnson's neck tie | N |
| It paralyzed me and I thought I should d i e | E |
| He's quite a sound fellaw to talk to awhile | Q |
| It's weally a pity he isn't our style | Q |
| And thus talks forever with slight interlude | N |
| The creature that lately was christened a | G |
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| Oh boys there are several hundreds of ways | R |
| To make yourselves small to the average gaze | R |
| Of which some will cost you considerably less | B |
| Accomplishing nearly an equal success | B |
| Go purchase a gilded hand organ some day | P |
| And stand on the corner and solemnly play | P |
| Envelop yourselves in the skin of an ape | S |
| Assuming his methods as well as his shape | S |
| Submit to refined zoological charms | T |
| And carry a lap dog about in your arms | T |
| But don't let Destruction upon you intrude | N |
| So far as to make you down into a | G |
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| I think I saw a minute's half or less | B |
| The young girl who composed this spiteful mess | B |
| She watched me pick it up made a half rush | U |
| Toward me and then retreated with a blush | U |
| I called before she vanished from my vision | A |
| My dear I think you've lost your composition | A |
| But she dodged off as if she seemed to doubt it | N |
| And I suppose went on to school without it | N |
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| Pacing the question over far and near | V |
| I think the little maid was too severe | V |
| Sweet Charity can roof much sin they tell | W |
| Why shouldn't it shelter foolishness as well | W |
| When we draw rein and look about a minute | N |
| We see no field but God is somewhere in it | N |
| He made the eagle and the lion I've heard | N |
| Why not the monkey and the chipping bird | N |
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| From Arthur Selwyn's Note book | X |
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| Pavement and window and wall | Y |
| What is the cost of you all | Y |
| Parlor and boudoir and stair | Z |
| Crowded with furniture rare | Z |
| Gems from the mountains and seas | A2 |
| Spires that out measure the trees | A2 |
| Chamber and palace and hall | Y |
| What is the price of you all | Y |
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| Voices | B2 |
| What did we cost Bend ear | C2 |
| What did we cost Now hear | C2 |
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| Several millions men | A |
| There in the field and fen | A |
| Look they are stripped and grim | D2 |
| Sturdy of voice and limb | D2 |
| Painfully now they toil | E2 |
| Into the sullen soil | E2 |
| Stabbing the hills and meads | F2 |
| Planting the silent seeds | F2 |
| Into each streaming face | G2 |
| Glides the hot sun apace | G2 |
| You in the thoughtful guise | H2 |
| You with the dreamy eyes | H2 |
| Why do you labor so | O |
| Where do your earnings go | O |
| A goodly part to the rulers that form the powers that be | E |
| A modest part if lucky for my family and for me | E |
| And all the rest for the splendors that fringe the river and sea | E |
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| Voices | B2 |
| What did we cost Bend ear | C2 |
| What did we cost Now hear | C2 |
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| Listen the factory wall | Y |
| Sends out its morning call | Y |
| Hear the machinery's din | A |
| Look at the folks within | A |
| Child with a poor pale face | G2 |
| Woman with hurried grace | G2 |
| Man with the look half wise | H2 |
| Girl with the handsome eyes | H2 |
| How the long spindles whirl | I2 |
| How the rich webs unfurl | I2 |
| Maid with the orbs that quiver | J2 |
| With light from Over the River | J2 |
| Why are you toiling so | O |
| Where do your wages go | O |
| A goodly part to the owners whoever they may be | E |
| A little part to the living of those I love and me | E |
| And all the rest to the cities that gem the river and sea | E |
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| As is well known the weird inimitable poem Over the River was written by a factory girl | I2 |
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| Voices | B2 |
| What do we cost Now hear | C2 |
| Hearken with eye and ear | C2 |
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| Several thousand men | A |
| There in the hill and glen | A |
| Forward march Take aim | K2 |
| Fire now a storm of flame | K2 |
| Shriek and curse and shout | N |
| Death beds lying about | N |
| Man with the kingly face | G2 |
| There in that gory place | G2 |
| Bleeding and writhing so | O |
| Well a moment ago | O |
| Tell me in mangled tones | L2 |
| Tell us amid your groans | L2 |
| What do they buy with war | M2 |
| What were you fighting for | M2 |
| For country and for glory and for the powers that be | E |
| To deck with pride and honor the family dear to me | E |
| And to defend our cities that gem the river and sea | E |
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| Voices | B2 |
| What do we cost Bend ear | C2 |
| No you will never hear | C2 |
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| From Farmer Harrington's Calendar | J2 |
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| NOVEMBER | J2 |
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| Wind north east weather getting cross and cool | N2 |
| Wife and the children gone to Sunday school | N2 |
| And I not very well am home again | A |
| Holding a conversation with my pen | A |
| And all that I can make it say to me | E |
| Is Wealth wealth wealth how much I hear and see | E |
| Strange how on human brains sixteen times o'er | J2 |
| Is stamped and carved the magic word of More | M2 |
| Some several thousands to my credit lie | N |
| In a small bank on Wall Street handy by | N |
| But I can't help contriving what I'd do | N |
| If I possessed the whole Sub Treasury too | N |
| Or if I had to take a modest tone | A |
| A million million dollars all my own | A |
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| The subject took so strong a growth in me | E |
| I overtalked the same last night at tea | E |
| And so my oldest daughter who can rhyme | O2 |
| And strikes some notes that with her father's chime | O2 |
| Became with that same foolishness possessed | N |
| So much so that it would not let her rest | N |
| But hung about her bedside all the night | N |
| And brought its capabilities in sight | N |
| So much so that she threw it into verse | P2 |
| As bad as that her father writes or worse | P2 |
| And then with some unconscious girlish grace | G2 |
| And blushes chasing all about her face | G2 |
| She in a way I've learned to understand | N |
| Quite accident'ly slipped it in my hand | N |
| It was not made in public to appear | V |
| But privately I'll paste it right in here | C2 |
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| Our dinner is at noon our supper six | Q2 |
| We have not yet learned all the city tricks | Q2 |
William Mckendree Carleton
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