A Bad Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDDEB FC C G H GGGIBGGBJBDGKLAMNBGO PGGGCDGQRGCSDBT GCB D G UVGWX C B YB H DZGA2B2 G C2 CGDD2 C GAGA GGGG G C G C G C G F GGBG CCDC H E2 GGXF2GGG2 B2GBGG C GG CC GG H2H2 CC G GGHH C I2I2I2 G GGGGCCJ2K2BB GGGG HJ2BI G GGBBDDG BBBBCBG H G D HL2CHL2BG D G D C B H GGG GBBD B AB C ZL2 G G DD G L2L2CL2CCGG BBCL2GCYBBB| DRAMATIS PERSONAE | A |
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| VILLIAM a Sen | B |
| NEEDLESON a Sidniduc | C |
| SMILER a Scheister | D |
| KI YI a Trader | D |
| GRIMGHAST a Spader | D |
| SARALTHIA a Love lorn Nymph | E |
| NELLIBRAC a Sweetun | B |
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| A BODY A GHOST AN UNMENTIONABLE THING SKULLS | F |
| HOODOOS ETC | C |
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| Scene a Cemetery in San Francisco | C |
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| Saralthia Nellibrac Grimghast | G |
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| SARALTHIA | H |
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| The red half moon is dipping to the west | G |
| And the cold fog invades the sleeping land | G |
| Lo how the grinning skulls in the level light | G |
| Litter the place Methinks that every skull | I |
| Is a most lifelike portrait of my Sen | B |
| Drawn by the hand of Death each fleshless pate | G |
| Cursed with a ghastly grin to eyes unrubbed | G |
| With love's magnetic ointment seems to mine | B |
| To smile an amiable smile like his | J |
| Whose amiable smile I I alone | B |
| Am able to distinguish from his leer | D |
| See how the gathering coyotes flit | G |
| Through the lit spaces or with burning eyes | K |
| Star the black shadows with a steadfast gaze | L |
| About my feet the poddy toads at play | A |
| Bulbously comfortable try to hop | M |
| And tumble clumsily with all their warts | N |
| While pranking lizards sliding up and down | B |
| My limbs as they were public roads impart | G |
| A singularly interesting chill | O |
| The circumstance and passion of the time | P |
| The cast and manner of the place the spirit | G |
| Of this confederate environment | G |
| Command the rights we come to celebrate | G |
| Obedient to the Inspired Hag | C |
| The seventh daughter of the seventh daughter | D |
| Who rules all destinies from Minna street | G |
| A dollar a destiny Here at this grave | Q |
| Which for my purposes thou Jack of Spades | R |
| To Grimghast | G |
| Corrupter than the thing that reeks below | C |
| Hast opened secretly we'll work the charm | S |
| Now what's the hour | D |
| Distant clock strikes thirteen | B |
| Enough hale forth the stiff | T |
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| Grimghast by means of a boat hook stands the coffin on end | G |
| in the excavation the lid crumbles exposing the remains of a | C |
| man | B |
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| Ha Master Mouldybones how fare you sir | D |
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| THE BODY | G |
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| Poorly I thank your ladyship I miss | U |
| Some certain fingers and an ear or two | V |
| There's something too gone wrong with my inside | G |
| And my periphery's not what it was | W |
| How can we serve each other you and I | X |
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| NELLIBRAC | C |
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| O what a personable man | B |
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| Blushes bashfully drops her eyes and twists the corner of | Y |
| her apron | B |
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| SARALTHIA | H |
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| Yes dear | D |
| A very proper and alluring male | Z |
| And quite superior to Lubin Rroyd | G |
| Who has however this distinct advantage | A2 |
| He is alive | B2 |
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| GRIMGHAST | G |
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| Missus these yer remains | C2 |
| Was the boss singer back in ' | - |
| And used to allers git invites to go | C |
| Down to Swellmont and sing at every feed | G |
| In t'other Villiam's time that was afore | D |
| The gent that you've hooked onto bought the place | D2 |
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| THE BODY singing | C |
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| Down among the sainted dead | G |
| Many years I lay | A |
| Beetles occupied my head | G |
| Moles explored my clay | A |
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| There we feasted day and night | G |
| I and bug and beast | G |
| They provided appetite | G |
| And I supplied the feast | G |
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| The raven is a dicky bird | G |
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| SARALTHIA singing | C |
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| The jackal is a daisy | G |
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| NELLIBRAC singing | C |
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| The wall mouse is a worthy third | G |
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| A SPOOK singing | C |
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| But mortals all are crazy | G |
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| CHORUS OF SKULLS | F |
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| O mortals all are crazy | G |
| Their intellects are hazy | G |
| In the growing moon they shake their shoon | B |
| And trip it in the mazy | G |
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| But when the moon is waning | C |
| Their senses they're regaining | C |
| They fall to prayer and from their hair | D |
| Remove the straws remaining | C |
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| SARALTHIA | H |
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| That's right Rogues Gallery pray keep it up | E2 |
| Your song recalls my Villiam's 'Auld Lang Syne ' | - |
| What time he came and like an amorous bird | G |
| That struts before the female of its kind | G |
| Warbling to cave her down the bank piped high | X |
| His cracked falsetto out of reach Enough | F2 |
| Now let's to business Nellibrac sweet child | G |
| St Cloacina's future devotee | G |
| The time is ripe and rotten gut the grip | G2 |
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| Nellibrac brings forward a valise and takes from it five | B2 |
| articles of clothing which one by one she lays upon the points | G |
| of a magic pentagram that has thoughtfully inscribed itself in | B |
| lines of light on the wet grass The Body holds its late lamented | G |
| nose | G |
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| NELLIBRAC singing | C |
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| Fragrant socks by Villiam's toes | G |
| Consecrated to the nose | G |
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| Shirt that shows the well worn track | C |
| Of the knuckles of his back | C |
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| Handkerchief with mottled stains | G |
| Into which he blew his brains | G |
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| Collar crying out for soap | H2 |
| Prophet of the future rope | H2 |
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| An unmentionable thing | C |
| It would sicken me to sing | C |
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| UNMENTIONABLE THING aside | G |
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| What I unmentionable Just you wait | G |
| In all the family journals of the State | G |
| You'll sometime see that I'm described at length | H |
| With supereditorial grace and strength | H |
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| SARALTHIA singing | C |
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| Throw them in the open tomb | I2 |
| They will cause his love to bloom | I2 |
| With an amatory boom | I2 |
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| CHORUS OF INVISIBLE HOODOOS | G |
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| Hoodoo hoodoo voudou vet | G |
| Villiam struggles in the net | G |
| By the power and intent | G |
| Of the charm his strength is spent | G |
| By the virtue in each rag | C |
| Blessed by the Inspired Hag | C |
| He will be a willing victim | J2 |
| Limp as if a donkey kicked him | K2 |
| By this awful incantation | B |
| We decree his animation | B |
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| By the magic of our art | G |
| Warm the cockles of his heart | G |
| Villiam if alive or dead | G |
| Thou Saralthia shalt wed | G |
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| They cast the garments into the grave and push over the | H |
| coffin Grimghast fills up the hole Hoodoos gradually become | J2 |
| apparent in a phosphorescent light about the grave holding one | B |
| another's back hair and dancing in a circle | I |
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| HOODOO SONG AND DANCE | G |
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| O we're the larrikin hoodoos | G |
| The chirruping lirruping hoodoos | G |
| We mix things up that the Fates ordain | B |
| Bring back the past and the present detain | B |
| Postpone the future and sometimes tether | D |
| The three and drive them abreast together | D |
| We rollicking frolicking hoodoos | G |
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| To us all things are the same as none | B |
| And nothing is that is under the sun | B |
| Seven's a dozen and never is then | B |
| Whether is what and what is when | B |
| A man is a tree and a cuckoo a cow | C |
| For gold galore and silver enow | B |
| To magical mystical hoodoos | G |
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| SARALTHIA | H |
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| What monstrous shadow darkens all the place | G |
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| Enter Smyler | D |
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| Flung like a doom athwart ha thou | H |
| Portentous presence art thou not the same | L2 |
| That stalks with aspect horrible among | C |
| Small youths and maidens baring snaggy teeth | H |
| Champing their tender limbs till crimson spume | L2 |
| Flung from thy lips in cursing God and man | B |
| Incarnadines the land | G |
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| SMYLER | D |
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| Thou dammid slut | G |
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| Exit Smyler | D |
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| NELLIBRAC | C |
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| O what a pretty man | B |
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| SARALTHIA | H |
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| Now who is next | G |
| Of tramps and casuals this graveyard seems | G |
| Prolific to a fault | G |
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| Enter Needleson exhaling prophetically an odor of decayed | G |
| eggs and actually one of unlaundried linen He darts an | B |
| intense regard at an adjacent marble angel and places his open | B |
| hand behind his ear | D |
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| NEEDLESON | B |
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| Hay | A |
| Exit Needleson | B |
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| NELLIBRAC | C |
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| Sweet sweet male | Z |
| I yearn to play at Copenhagen with him | L2 |
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| Blushes diligently and energetically | G |
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| CHORUS OF SKULLS | G |
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| Hoodoos hoodoos disappear | D |
| Some dread deity draws near | D |
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| Exeunt Hoodos | G |
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| Smitten with a sense of doom | L2 |
| The dead are cowering in the tomb | L2 |
| Seas are calling stars are falling | C |
| And appalling is the gloom | L2 |
| Fragmentary flames are flung | C |
| Through the air the trees among | C |
| Lo each hill inclines its head | G |
| Earth is bending 'neath his thread | G |
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| On the contrary enter Villiam on a chip navigating an | B |
| odor of mignonette Saralthia springs forward to put him in | B |
| her pocket but he is instantly retracted by an invisible string | C |
| She falls headlong breaking her heart Reenter Villiam | L2 |
| Needleson Smyler All gather about Saralthia who loudly | G |
| laments her accident The Spirit of Tar and Feathers rising | C |
| like a black smoke in their midst executes a monstrous wink of | Y |
| graphic and vivid significance then contemplates them with an | B |
| obviously baptismal intention The cross on Lone Mountain | B |
| takes fire splendoring the Peninsula Tableau Curtain | B |
Ambrose Bierce
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