Walking To The Mail Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQKRS TUFVWXYZA2B2C2D2E2F2 G2AH2I2J2K2L2L2L2OL2 QL2M2N2O2P2Q2XL2QR2L 2S2XL2L2L2G2L2L2L2L2 T2U2L2V2TXW2X2QL2Y2Z 2TK2L2A3L2B3KL2L2XXI L2IL2C3L2XQQL2L2G2U2 QL2L2D3E3F3Y2XX2L2Q| John I'm glad I walk'd How fresh the meadows look | A |
| Above the river and but a month ago | B |
| The whole hill side was redder than a fox | C |
| Is yon plantation where this byway joins | D |
| The turnpike | E |
| James Yes | F |
| John And when does this come by | G |
| James The mail At one o'clock | H |
| John What is it now | I |
| James A quarter to | J |
| John Whose house is that I see | K |
| No not the County Member's with the vane | L |
| Up higher with the yew tree by it and half | M |
| A score of gables | N |
| James That Sir Edward Head's | O |
| But he's abroad the place is to be sold | P |
| John Oh his He was not broken | Q |
| James No sir he | K |
| Vex'd with a morbid devil in his blood | R |
| That veil'd the world with jaundice hid his face | S |
| From all men and commercing with himself | T |
| He lost the sense that handles daily life | U |
| That keeps us all in order more or less | F |
| And sick of home went overseas for change | V |
| John And whither | W |
| James Nay who knows he's here and there | X |
| But let him go his devil goes with him | Y |
| As well as with his tenant Jockey Dawes | Z |
| John What's that | A2 |
| James You saw the man on Monday was it | B2 |
| There by the hump back'd willow half stands up | C2 |
| And bristles half has fall'n and made a bridge | D2 |
| And there he caught the younker tickling trout | E2 |
| Caught in flagrante what's the Latin word | F2 |
| Delicto but his house for so they say | G2 |
| Was haunted with a jolly ghost that shook | A |
| The curtains whined in lobbies tapt at doors | H2 |
| And rummaged like a rat no servant stay'd | I2 |
| The farmer vext packs up his beds and chairs | J2 |
| And all his household stuff and with his boy | K2 |
| Betwixt his knees his wife upon the tilt | L2 |
| Sets out and meets a friend who hails him 'What | L2 |
| You're flitting ' 'Yes we're flitting ' says the ghost | L2 |
| For they had pack'd the thing among the beds | O |
| 'Oh well ' says he 'you flitting with us too | L2 |
| Jack turn the horses' heads and home again' | Q |
| John He left his wife behind for so I heard | L2 |
| James He left her yes I met my lady once | M2 |
| A woman like a butt and harsh as crabs | N2 |
| John Oh yet but I remember ten years back | O2 |
| 'Tis now at least ten years and then she was | P2 |
| You could not light upon a sweeter thing | Q2 |
| A body slight and round and like a pear | X |
| In growing modest eyes a hand a foot | L2 |
| Lessening in perfect cadence and a skin | Q |
| As clean and white as privet when it flowers | R2 |
| James Ay ay the blossom fades and they that loved | L2 |
| At first like dove and dove were cat and dog | S2 |
| She was the daughter of a cottager | X |
| Out of her sphere What betwixt shame and pride | L2 |
| New things and old himself and her she sour'd | L2 |
| To what she is a nature never kind | L2 |
| Like men like manners like breeds like they say | G2 |
| Kind nature is the best those manners next | L2 |
| That fit us like a nature second hand | L2 |
| Which are indeed the manners of the great | L2 |
| John But I had heard it was this bill that past | L2 |
| And fear of change at home that drove him hence | T2 |
| James That was the last drop in the cup of gall | U2 |
| I once was near him when his bailiff brought | L2 |
| A Chartist pike You should have seen him wince | V2 |
| As from a venomous thing he thought himself | T |
| A mark for all and shudder'd lest a cry | X |
| Should break his sleep by night and his nice eyes | W2 |
| Should see the raw mechanic's bloody thumbs | X2 |
| Sweat on his blazon'd chairs but sir you know | Q |
| That these two parties still divide the world | L2 |
| Of those that want and those that have and still | Y2 |
| The same old sore breaks out from age to age | Z2 |
| With much the same result Now I myself | T |
| A Tory to the quick was as a boy | K2 |
| Destructive when I had not what I would | L2 |
| I was at school a college in the South | A3 |
| There lived a flayflint near we stole his fruit | L2 |
| His hens his eggs but there was law for us | B3 |
| We paid in person He had a sow sir She | K |
| With meditative grunts of much content | L2 |
| Lay great with pig wallowing in sun and mud | L2 |
| By night we dragg'd her to the college tower | X |
| From her warm bed and up the corkscrew stair | X |
| With hand and rope we haled the groaning sow | I |
| And on the leads we kept her till she pigg'd | L2 |
| Large range of prospect had the mother sow | I |
| And but for daily loss of one she loved | L2 |
| As one by one we took them but for this | C3 |
| As never sow was higher in this world | L2 |
| Might have been happy but what lot is pure | X |
| We took them all till she was left alone | Q |
| Upon her tower the Niobe of swine | Q |
| And so return'd unfarrowed to her sty | L2 |
| John They found you out | L2 |
| James Not they | G2 |
| John Well after all | U2 |
| What know we of the secret of a man | Q |
| His nerves were wrong What ails us who are sound | L2 |
| That we should mimic this raw fool the world | L2 |
| Which charts us all in its coarse blacks or whites | D3 |
| As ruthless as a baby with a worm | E3 |
| As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows | F3 |
| To Pity more from ignorance than will | Y2 |
| But put your best foot forward or I fear | X |
| That we shall miss the mail and here it comes | X2 |
| With five at top as quaint a four in hand | L2 |
| As you shall see three pyebalds and a roan | Q |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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