The Lamentation Of Glumdalclitch For The Loss Of Grildrig. A Pastoral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Soon as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing careA
She wept she blubber'd and she tore her hairA
No British miss sincerer grief has knownB
Her squirrel missing or her sparrow flownB
She furl'd her sampler and haul'd in her threadC
And stuck her needle into Grildrig's bedC
Then spread her hands and with a bounce let fallD
Her baby like the giant in GuildhallD
In peals of thunder now she roars and nowE
She gently whimpers like a lowing cowE
Yet lovely in her sorrow still appearsF
Her locks dishevell'd and her flood of tearsG
Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swainH
When from the thatch drips fast a shower of rainH
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In vain she search'd each cranny of the houseI
Each gaping chink impervious to a mouseI
'Was it for this she cried with daily careA
Within thy reach I set the vinegarJ
And fill'd the cruet with the acid tideK
While pepper water worms thy bait suppliedK
Where twined the silver eel around thy hookL
And all the little monsters of the brookL
Sure in that lake he dropp'd my Grilly's drown'd '-
She dragg'd the cruet but no Grildrig foundM
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'Vain is thy courage Grilly vain thy boastN
But little creatures enterprise the mostN
Trembling I've seen thee dare the kitten's pawO
Nay mix with children as they play'd at tawN
Nor fear the marbles as they bounding flewP
Marbles to them but rolling rocks to youP
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'Why did I trust thee with that giddy youthQ
Who from a page can ever learn the truthQ
Versed in Court tricks that money loving boyR
To some lord's daughter sold the living toyR
Or rent him limb from limb in cruel playS
As children tear the wings of flies awayS
From place to place o'er Brobdignag I'll roamT
And never will return or bring thee homeT
But who hath eyes to trace the passing windN
How then thy fairy footsteps can I findN
Dost thou bewilder'd wander all aloneB
In the green thicket of a mossy stoneB
Or tumbled from the toadstool's slippery roundN
Perhaps all maim'd lie grovelling on the groundN
Dost thou embosom'd in the lovely roseU
Or sunk within the peach's down reposeU
Within the kingcup if thy limbs are spreadN
Or in the golden cowslip's velvet headN
Oh show me Flora 'midst those sweets the flowerJ
Where sleeps my Grildrig in the fragrant bowerJ
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'But ah I fear thy little fancy rovesU
On little females and on little lovesU
Thy pigmy children and thy tiny spouseU
The baby playthings that adorn thy houseU
Doors windows chimneys and the spacious roomsU
Equal in size to cells of honeycombsU
Hast thou for these now ventured from the shoreV
Thy bark a bean shell and a straw thy oarV
Or in thy box now bounding on the mainH
Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house againW
And shall I set thee on my hand no moreV
To see thee leap the lines and traverse o'erJ
My spacious palm Of stature scarce a spanX
Mimic the actions of a real manX
No more behold thee turn my watch's keyY
As seamen at a capstan anchors weighS
How wert thou wont to walk with cautious treadN
A dish of tea like milkpail on thy headN
How chase the mite that bore thy cheese awayS
And keep the rolling maggot at a bay '-
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She spoke but broken accents stopp'd her voiceU
Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow noiseU
She sobb'd a storm and wiped her flowing eyesU
Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skiesU
Oh squander not thy grief those tears commandN
To weep upon our cod in NewfoundlandN
The plenteous pickle shall preserve the fishZ
And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dishZ

Alexander Pope



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