A True Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFH IJIJ BKBK LMLM NHNH JOJO PAPA QNQN IJIJ RKRK STST UVU WXWX KYKY ZGZG GA2GA2Little Ann and her mother were walking one day | A |
Through London's wide city so fair | B |
And business obliged them to go by the way | A |
That led them through Cavendish Square | B |
And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord | C |
A beautiful chariot there came | D |
To take some most elegant ladies abroad | E |
Who straightway got into the same | D |
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The ladies in feathers and jewels were seen | F |
The chariot was painted all o'er | G |
The footmen behind were in silver and green | F |
The horses were prancing before | H |
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Little Ann by her mother walk'd silent and sad | I |
A tear trickled down from her eye | J |
Till her mother said Ann I should be very glad | I |
To know what it is makes you cry | J |
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Mamma said the child see that carriage so fair | B |
All cover'd with varnish and gold | K |
Those ladies are riding so charmingly there | B |
While we have to walk in the cold | K |
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You say GOD is kind to the folks that are good | L |
But surely it cannot be true | M |
Or else I am certain almost that He would | L |
Give such a fine carriage to you | M |
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Look there little girl said her mother and see | N |
What stands at that very coach door | H |
A poor ragged beggar and listen how she | N |
A halfpenny tries to implore | H |
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All pale is her face and deep sunk is her eye | J |
And her hands look like skeleton's bones | O |
She has got a few rags just about her to tie | J |
And her naked feet bleed on the stones | O |
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'Dear ladies ' she cries and the tears trickle down | P |
'Relieve a poor beggar I pray | A |
I've wander'd all hungry about this wide town | P |
And not ate a morsel to day | A |
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'My father and mother are long ago dead | Q |
My brother sails over the sea | N |
And I've scarcely a rag or a morsel of bread | Q |
As plainly I'm sure you may see | N |
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'A fever I caught which was terrible bad | I |
But no nurse or physic had I | J |
An old dirty shed was the house that I had | I |
And only on straw could I lie | J |
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'And now that I'm better yet feeble and faint | R |
And famish'd and naked and cold | K |
I wander about with my grievous complaint | R |
And seldom get aught but a scold | K |
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'Some will not attend to my pitiful call | S |
Some think me a vagabond cheat | T |
And scarcely a creature relieves me of all | S |
The thousands that traverse the street | T |
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'Then ladies dear ladies your pity bestow ' | - |
Just then a tall footman came round | U |
And asking the ladies which way they would go | V |
The chariot turn'd off with a bound | U |
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Ah see little girl then her mother replied | W |
How foolish those murmurs have been | X |
You have but to look on the contrary side | W |
To learn both your folly and sin | X |
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This poor little beggar is hungry and cold | K |
No mother awaits her return | Y |
And while such an object as this you behold | K |
Your heart should with gratitude burn | Y |
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Your house and its comforts your food and your friends | Z |
'Tis favour in GOD to confer | G |
Have you any claim to the bounty He sends | Z |
Who makes you to differ from her | G |
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A coach and a footman and gaudy attire | G |
Give little true joy to the breast | A2 |
To be good is the thing you should chiefly desire | G |
And then leave to GOD all the rest | A2 |
Ann Taylor
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