In The Children's Hospital Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D C E F G F H I J I K L M L N A O A P Q R S T S U V W V X Y Z A2 B2 A2 C2 D2 E2 E2 F2 A F2 P G2 H2 J H2 I2 J2 P J2 B2 F2 P F2 K2 F2 L2 F2 E2 M2 E2 M2 T J N2 J O2 P2 O2 P2 L Q2 R2 P S2 Z T2 Z P F2 T2 T2 T2 P F2 U2 V2 P B2 P F2 W2 F2 P T2 E2 P T2 U2 T2 P X2 T2 P P C P C T2 F2 B F2 T2 T2 E2 T2 F2 P U2 P T2 T2 P T2 P T2 Y2 T2 Y2 T2 F2 B F2EMMIE | A |
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I | - |
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Our doctor had call'd in another I never | B |
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had seen him before | C |
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But he sent a chill to my heart when I saw | D |
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him come in at the door | C |
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Fresh from the surgery schools of France | E |
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and of other lands | F |
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Harsh red hair big voice big chest big | G |
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merciless hands | F |
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Wonderful cures he had done O yes but | H |
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they said too of him | I |
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He was happier using the knife than in trying | J |
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to save the limb | I |
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And that I can well believe for he look'd | K |
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so coarse and so red | L |
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I could think he was one of those who would | M |
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break their jests on the dead | L |
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And mangle the living dog that had loved | N |
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him and fawn'd at his knee | A |
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Drench'd with the hellish oorali that | O |
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ever such things should be | A |
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II | - |
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Here was a boy I am sure that some of | P |
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our children would die | - |
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But for the voice of love and the smile | Q |
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and the comforting eye | - |
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Here was a boy in the ward every bone | R |
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seem'd out of its place | S |
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Caught in a mill and crush'd it was all | T |
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but a hopeless case | S |
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And he handled him gently enough but his | U |
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voice and his face were not kind | V |
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And it was but a hopeless case he had seen | W |
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it and made up his mind | V |
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And he said to me roughly 'The lad will | X |
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need little more of your care ' | - |
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'All the more need ' I told him 'to seek | Y |
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The Lord Jesus in prayer | Z |
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They are all His children here and I pray | A2 |
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for them all as my own ' | - |
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But he turn'd to me 'Ay good woman | B2 |
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can prayer set a broken bone ' | - |
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Then he mutter'd half to himself but I | - |
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know that I heard him say | A2 |
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'All very well but the good Lord Jesus | C2 |
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has had his day ' | - |
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III | - |
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Had has it come It has only dawn'd | D2 |
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It will come by and by | - |
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O how could I serve in the wards if the | E2 |
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hope of the world were a lie | - |
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How could I bear with the sights and the | E2 |
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loathsome smells of disease | F2 |
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But that He said 'Ye do it to me when ye | A |
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do it to these' | F2 |
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IV | P |
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So he went And we past to this ward | G2 |
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where the younger children are laid | H2 |
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Here is the cot of our orphan our darling | J |
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our meek little maid | H2 |
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Empty you see just now We have lost | I2 |
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her who loved her so much | J2 |
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Patient of pain tho' as quick as a sensitive | P |
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plant to the touch | J2 |
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Hers was the prettiest prattle it often | B2 |
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moved me to tears | F2 |
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Hers was the gratefullest heart I have | P |
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found in a child of her years | F2 |
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Nay you remember our Emmie you used | K2 |
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to send her the flowers | F2 |
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How she would smile at 'em play with 'em | L2 |
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talk to 'em hours after hours | F2 |
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They that can wander at will where the | E2 |
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works of the Lord are reveal'd | M2 |
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Little guess what joy can be got from a | E2 |
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cowslip out of the field | M2 |
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Flowers to these 'spirits in prison' are all | T |
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they can know of the spring | J |
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They freshen and sweeten the wards like | N2 |
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the waft of an angel's wing | J |
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And she lay with a flower in one hand and | O2 |
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her thin hands crost on her breast | P2 |
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Wan but as pretty as heart can desire and | O2 |
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we thought her at rest | P2 |
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Quietly sleeping so quiet our doctor said | L |
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'Poor little dear | Q2 |
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Nurse I must do it to morrow she'll | R2 |
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never live thro' it I fear ' | - |
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V | P |
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I walk'd with our kindly old doctor as far | S2 |
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as the head of the stair | Z |
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Then I return'd to the ward the child | T2 |
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didn't see I was there | Z |
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VI | P |
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Never since I was nurse had I been so | F2 |
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grieved and so vext | T2 |
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Emmie had heard him Softly she call'd | T2 |
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from her cot to the next | T2 |
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'He says I shall never live thro' it O Annie | P |
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what shall I do ' | - |
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Annie consider'd 'If I ' said the wise | F2 |
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little Annie 'was you | U2 |
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I should cry to the dear Lord Jesus to help | V2 |
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me for Emmie you see | P |
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It's all in the picture there Little children | B2 |
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should come to me ' | - |
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Meaning the print that you gave us I | P |
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find that it always can please | F2 |
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Our children the dear Lord Jesus with | W2 |
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children about his knees | F2 |
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'Yes and I will ' said Emmie 'but then if | P |
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I call to the Lord | T2 |
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How should he know that it's me such a | E2 |
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lot of beds in the ward ' | - |
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That was a puzzle for Annie Again she | P |
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consider'd and said | T2 |
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'Emmie you put out your arms and you | U2 |
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leave 'em outside on the bed | T2 |
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The Lord has so much to see to but Emmie | P |
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you tell it him plain | X2 |
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It's the little girl with her arms lying out | T2 |
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on the counterpane ' | - |
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VII | P |
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I had sat three nights by the child I | P |
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could not watch her for four | C |
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My brain had begun to reel I felt I | P |
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could do it no more | C |
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That was my sleeping night but I thought | T2 |
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that it never would pass | F2 |
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There was a thunderclap once and a clatter | B |
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of hail on the glass | F2 |
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And there was a phantom cry that I heard | T2 |
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as I tost about | T2 |
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The motherless bleat of a lamb in the | E2 |
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storm and the darkness without | T2 |
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My sleep was broken besides with dreams | F2 |
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of the dreadful knife | P |
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And fears for our delicate Emmie who | U2 |
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scarce would escape with her life | P |
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Then in the gray of the morning it seem'd | T2 |
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she stood by me and smiled | T2 |
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And the doctor came at his hour and we | P |
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went to see to the child | T2 |
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VIII | P |
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He had brought his ghastly tools we believed | T2 |
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her asleep again | Y2 |
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Her dear long lean little arms lying out | T2 |
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on the counterpane | Y2 |
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Say that His day is done Ah why should | T2 |
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we care what they say | F2 |
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The Lord of the children had heard her | B |
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and Emmie had past away | F2 |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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