Everyday Characters Iii - The Belle Of The Ball Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCB DEDEFGFG HIHIJKJK LELEMGMG NONOPBPB QRQRSTST UGUGVWVK XYXYZIZI A2B2A2C2D2E2D2E2 NF2NG2H2G2H2G2 I2II2IJ2G2J2G2 K2IK2IL2I2L2I2Years years ago ere yet my dreams | A |
Had been of being wise and witty | B |
Ere I had done wth writing themes | A |
Or yawn'd o'er this infernal Chitty | B |
Years years ago while all my joy | C |
Was in my fowling piece and filly | B |
In short while I was yet a boy | C |
I fell in love with Laura Lily | B |
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I saw her at the County Ball | D |
There when the sounds of flute and fiddle | E |
Gave signal sweet in that old hall | D |
Of hands across and down the middle | E |
Hers was the subtlest spell by far | F |
Of all that set young hearts romancing | G |
She was our queen our rose our star | F |
And then she danced oh Heaven her dancing | G |
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Dark was her hair her hand was white | H |
Her voice was exquisitely tender | I |
Her eyes were full of liquid light | H |
I never saw a waist so slender | I |
Her every look her every smile | J |
Shot right and left a score of arrows | K |
I though 'twas Venus from her isle | J |
And wonder'd where she left her sparrows | K |
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Through sunny May through sultry June | L |
I loved her with a love eternal | E |
I spoke her praises to the moon | L |
I wrote them to the Sunday Journal | E |
My mother laugh'd I soon found out | M |
That ancient ladies have no feeling | G |
My father frown'd but how should gout | M |
See any happiness in kneeling | G |
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She was the daughter of a dean | N |
Rich fat and rather apoplectic | O |
She had one brother just thriteen | N |
Whose color was extremely hectic | O |
Her grandmother for many a year | P |
Had fed the parish with her bounty | B |
Her second cousin was a peer | P |
And lord lieutenant of the county | B |
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But titles and the three per cents | Q |
And mortgages and great relations | R |
And India bonds and tithes and rents | Q |
Oh what are they to love's sensations | R |
Black eyes fair forehead clustering locks | S |
Such wealth such honors Cupid chooses | T |
He cares as little for the stocks | S |
As Baron Rothschild for the Muses | T |
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She sketched the vale the wood the beach | U |
Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading | G |
She botanized I envied each | U |
Young blossom in her boudoir fading | G |
She warbled H ndel it was grand | V |
She made the Catalina jealous | W |
She touch'd the organ I could stand | V |
For hours and hours to blow the bellows | K |
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She kept an album too at home | X |
Well fill'd with all an album's glories | Y |
Paintings of butterfiles and Rome | X |
Patterns for trimming Persian stories | Y |
Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo | Z |
Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter | I |
And autographs of Prince L boo | Z |
And recipes for elder water | I |
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And she was flatter'd worshipp'd bored | A2 |
Her steps were watch'd her dress was noted | B2 |
Her poodle dog was quite adored | A2 |
Her saying were extremely quoted | C2 |
She laugh'd and every heart was glad | D2 |
As if the taxes were abolish'd | E2 |
She frown'd and every look was sad | D2 |
As if the Opera were demolished | E2 |
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She smil'd on many just for fun | N |
I knew that there was nothing in it | F2 |
I was the first the only one | N |
Her heart had thought of for a minute | G2 |
I knew it for she told me so | H2 |
In phrase which was divinely moulded | G2 |
She wrote a charming hand and oh | H2 |
How sweetly all her notes were folded | G2 |
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Our love was like most other loves | I2 |
A little glow a little shiver | I |
A rosebud and a pair of gloves | I2 |
And 'Fly Not Yet ' upon the river | I |
Some jealousy of some one's heir | J2 |
Some hopes of dying broken hearted | G2 |
A miniature a lock of hair | J2 |
The usual vows and then we parted | G2 |
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We parted months and years roll'd by | K2 |
We met again four summers after | I |
Our parting was all sob and sigh | K2 |
Our meeting was all mirth and laughter | I |
For in my heart's most secret cell | L2 |
There had been many other lodgers | I2 |
And she was not the ball room's belle | L2 |
But only Mrs Something Rogers | I2 |
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
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