The Lamentation Of Glumdalclitch For The Loss Of Grildrig. A Pastoral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHH IIAJKKLL M NNONPP QQRRSSTTNNBBNNUUNNJJ UUUUUUVVHWVJXXYSNNS UUUUNNZZ| Soon as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing care | A |
| She wept she blubber'd and she tore her hair | A |
| No British miss sincerer grief has known | B |
| Her squirrel missing or her sparrow flown | B |
| She furl'd her sampler and haul'd in her thread | C |
| And stuck her needle into Grildrig's bed | C |
| Then spread her hands and with a bounce let fall | D |
| Her baby like the giant in Guildhall | D |
| In peals of thunder now she roars and now | E |
| She gently whimpers like a lowing cow | E |
| Yet lovely in her sorrow still appears | F |
| Her locks dishevell'd and her flood of tears | G |
| Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain | H |
| When from the thatch drips fast a shower of rain | H |
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| In vain she search'd each cranny of the house | I |
| Each gaping chink impervious to a mouse | I |
| 'Was it for this she cried with daily care | A |
| Within thy reach I set the vinegar | J |
| And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide | K |
| While pepper water worms thy bait supplied | K |
| Where twined the silver eel around thy hook | L |
| And all the little monsters of the brook | L |
| Sure in that lake he dropp'd my Grilly's drown'd ' | - |
| She dragg'd the cruet but no Grildrig found | M |
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| 'Vain is thy courage Grilly vain thy boast | N |
| But little creatures enterprise the most | N |
| Trembling I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw | O |
| Nay mix with children as they play'd at taw | N |
| Nor fear the marbles as they bounding flew | P |
| Marbles to them but rolling rocks to you | P |
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| 'Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth | Q |
| Who from a page can ever learn the truth | Q |
| Versed in Court tricks that money loving boy | R |
| To some lord's daughter sold the living toy | R |
| Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play | S |
| As children tear the wings of flies away | S |
| From place to place o'er Brobdignag I'll roam | T |
| And never will return or bring thee home | T |
| But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind | N |
| How then thy fairy footsteps can I find | N |
| Dost thou bewilder'd wander all alone | B |
| In the green thicket of a mossy stone | B |
| Or tumbled from the toadstool's slippery round | N |
| Perhaps all maim'd lie grovelling on the ground | N |
| Dost thou embosom'd in the lovely rose | U |
| Or sunk within the peach's down repose | U |
| Within the kingcup if thy limbs are spread | N |
| Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head | N |
| Oh show me Flora 'midst those sweets the flower | J |
| Where sleeps my Grildrig in the fragrant bower | J |
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| 'But ah I fear thy little fancy roves | U |
| On little females and on little loves | U |
| Thy pigmy children and thy tiny spouse | U |
| The baby playthings that adorn thy house | U |
| Doors windows chimneys and the spacious rooms | U |
| Equal in size to cells of honeycombs | U |
| Hast thou for these now ventured from the shore | V |
| Thy bark a bean shell and a straw thy oar | V |
| Or in thy box now bounding on the main | H |
| Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house again | W |
| And shall I set thee on my hand no more | V |
| To see thee leap the lines and traverse o'er | J |
| My spacious palm Of stature scarce a span | X |
| Mimic the actions of a real man | X |
| No more behold thee turn my watch's key | Y |
| As seamen at a capstan anchors weigh | S |
| How wert thou wont to walk with cautious tread | N |
| A dish of tea like milkpail on thy head | N |
| How chase the mite that bore thy cheese away | S |
| And keep the rolling maggot at a bay ' | - |
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| She spoke but broken accents stopp'd her voice | U |
| Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow noise | U |
| She sobb'd a storm and wiped her flowing eyes | U |
| Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skies | U |
| Oh squander not thy grief those tears command | N |
| To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland | N |
| The plenteous pickle shall preserve the fish | Z |
| And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish | Z |
Alexander Pope
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