The Life And Death Of Tom Thumb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDBD EFGHDIJI KLML NKOP MQRQ LSTS UOBOVWXW PYZY A2B2C2D2 E2F2VG2 H2I2J2M MK2L2K2M2N2O2N2 WMP2M GQ2R2S2 T2WO2U2 V2BBB W2N2BN2X2BBB Y2BN2B MBMB EBGB Z2A3BA3 E2YBB3BC3D3C3 E3F3LF3 GBE2B BG3H3E BEBE WBBBI2BI3B BYJ3K3 K3L3BB QLM3L X2KFP N3EEEO3EP3E Q3OL3O BML3B BBR3B BBBB EBPBWPC3P BK2XF BBMB BES3E T3BEB J3F3U3F3V3EBE W3BJB C3BX3B T2BEB Y3BH3B Z3BA4BB4MWM C4BB4B T2BEB D4K2V3K2 U3I2LM BU3BU3EBBB U3EBE E4In Arthur's court Tom Thumb did live | A |
A man of mickle might | B |
The best of all the table round | C |
And eke a doughty knight | B |
His stature but an inch in height | B |
Or quarter of a span | D |
Then think you not this little knight | B |
Was proved a valiant man | D |
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His father was a ploughman plain | E |
His mother milk'd the cow | F |
Yet how that they might have a son | G |
They knew not what to do | H |
Until such time this good old man | D |
To learned Merlin goes | I |
And there to him his deep desires | J |
In secret manner shows | I |
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How in his heart he wish'd to have | K |
A child in time to come | L |
To be his heir though it might be | M |
No bigger than his thumb | L |
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Of which old Merlin thus foretold | N |
That he his wish should have | K |
And so this son of statue small | O |
The charmer to him gave | P |
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No blood nor bones in him should be | M |
In shape and being such | Q |
That men should hear him speak but not | R |
His wandering shadow touch | Q |
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But so unseen to go or come | L |
Whereas it pleas'd him still | S |
Begot and born in half and hour | T |
To fit his father's will | S |
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And in four minutes grew so fast | U |
That he became so tall | O |
As was the ploughman's thumb in height | B |
And so they did him call | O |
TOM THUMB the which the fairy queen | V |
There gave him to his name | W |
Who with her train of goblins grim | X |
Unto his christening came | W |
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Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave | P |
In garments fine and fair | Y |
Which lasted him for many years | Z |
In seemly sort to wear | Y |
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His hat made of an oaken leaf | A2 |
His shirt a spider's web | B2 |
Both light and soft for those his limbs | C2 |
That were so smally bred | D2 |
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His hose and doublet thistle down | E2 |
Together weaved full fine | F2 |
His stockings of an apple green | V |
Made of the outward rind | G2 |
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His garters were two little hairs | H2 |
Pull'd from his mother's eye | I2 |
His boots and shoes a mouse's skin | J2 |
Were tann'd most curiously | M |
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Thus like a lusty gallant he | M |
Adventured forth to go | K2 |
With other children in the streets | L2 |
His pretty tricks to show | K2 |
Where he for counters pins and points | M2 |
And cherry stones did play | N2 |
Till he amongst those gamesters young | O2 |
Had lost his stock away | N2 |
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Yet could he soon renew the same | W |
Whereas most nimbly he | M |
Would dive into their cherry bags | P2 |
And their partaker be | M |
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Unseen or felt by any one | G |
Until this scholar shut | Q2 |
This nimble youth into a box | R2 |
Wherein his pins he put | S2 |
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Of whom to be reveng'd he took | T2 |
In mirth and pleasant game | W |
Black pots and glasses which he hung | O2 |
Upon a bright sun beam | U2 |
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The other boys to do the like | V2 |
In pieces broke them quite | B |
For which they were most soundly whipt | B |
Whereat he laughed outright | B |
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And so Tom Thumb restrained was | W2 |
From these his sports and play | N2 |
And by his mother after that | B |
Compell'd at home to stay | N2 |
Whereas about a Christmas time | X2 |
His father a hog had kill'd | B |
And Tom would see the puddings made | B |
For fear they should be spill'd | B |
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He sate upon the pudding bole | Y2 |
The candle for to hold | B |
Of which there is unto this day | N2 |
A pretty pastime told | B |
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For Tom fell in and could not be | M |
For ever after found | B |
For in the blood and batter he | M |
Was strangely lost and drown'd | B |
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Where searching long but all in vain | E |
His mother after that | B |
Into a pudding thrust her son | G |
Instead of minced meat | B |
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Which pudding of the largest size | Z2 |
Into the kettle thrown | A3 |
Made all the rest to fly thereout | B |
As with a whirlwind blown | A3 |
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For so it tumbled up and down | E2 |
Within the liquor there | Y |
As if the devil had been boil'd | B |
Such was his mother's fear | B3 |
That up she took the pudding straight | B |
And gave it at the door | C3 |
Unto a tinker which from thence | D3 |
In his black budget bore | C3 |
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But as the tinker climb'd a stile | E3 |
He nearly tumbled back | F3 |
Now gip old knave out cried Tom Thumb | L |
A hanging on his pack | F3 |
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At which the tinker 'gan to run | G |
And would no longer stay | B |
And cast both bag and pudding down | E2 |
And thence hied fast away | B |
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From which Tom Thumb got loose at last | B |
And home return'd again | G3 |
Where he from following dangers long | H3 |
In safety did remain | E |
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Until such time his mother went | B |
A milking of her kine | E |
Where Tom unto a thistle fast | B |
She linked with a twine | E |
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A thread that held him to the same | W |
For fear the blustering wind | B |
Should blow him hence that so she might | B |
Her son in safety find | B |
But mark the hap a cow came by | I2 |
And up the thistle eat | B |
Poor Tom withal that as a dock | I3 |
Was made the red cow's meat | B |
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Who being miss'd his mother went | B |
Him calling everywhere | Y |
Where art thou Tom Where art thou Tom | J3 |
Quoth he here mother here | K3 |
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Within the red cow's stomach here | K3 |
Your son is swallowed up | L3 |
The which into her fearful heart | B |
Most careful dolours put | B |
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Meanwhile the cow was troubled much | Q |
And soon releas'd Tom Thumb | L |
No rest she had till out her mouth | M3 |
In bad plight he did come | L |
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Now after this in sowing time | X2 |
His father would him have | K |
Into the field to drive his plough | F |
And thereupon him gave | P |
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A whip made of a barley straw | N3 |
To drive the cattle on | E |
Where in a furrow'd land new sown | E |
Poor Tom was lost and gone | E |
Now by a raven of great strength | O3 |
Away he thence was borne | E |
And carried in the carrion's beak | P3 |
Even like a grain of corn | E |
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Unto a giant's castle top | Q3 |
In which he let him fall | O |
Where soon the giant swallowed up | L3 |
His body clothes and all | O |
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But soon the giant spat him out | B |
Three miles into the sea | M |
Whereas a fish soon took him up | L3 |
And bore him thence away | B |
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Which lusty fish was after caught | B |
And to king Arthur sent | B |
Where Tom was found and made his dwarf | R3 |
Whereas his days he spent | B |
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Long time in lively jollity | B |
Belov'd of all the court | B |
And none like Tom was then esteem'd | B |
Among the noble sort | B |
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Amongst his deeds of courtship done | E |
His highness did command | B |
That he should dance a galliard brave | P |
Upon his queen's left hand | B |
The which he did and for the same | W |
The king his signet gave | P |
Which Tom about his middle wore | C3 |
Long time a girdle brave | P |
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How after this the king would not | B |
Abroad for pleasure go | K2 |
But still Tom Thumb must ride with him | X |
Placed on his saddle bow | F |
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Whereon a time when as it rain'd | B |
Tom Thumb most nimbly crept | B |
In at a button hole where he | M |
Within his bosom slept | B |
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And being near his highness' heart | B |
He crav'd a wealthy boon | E |
A liberal gift the which the king | S3 |
Commanded to be done | E |
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For to relieve his father's wants | T3 |
And mother's being old | B |
Which was so much of silver coin | E |
As well his arms could hold | B |
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And so away goes lusty Tom | J3 |
With threepence on his back | F3 |
A heavy burthen which might make | U3 |
His wearied limbs to crack | F3 |
So travelling two days and nights | V3 |
With labour and great pain | E |
He came into the house whereat | B |
His parents did remain | E |
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Which was but half a mile in space | W3 |
From good king Arthur's court | B |
The which in eight and forty hours | J |
He went in weary sort | B |
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But coming to his father's door | C3 |
He there such entrance had | B |
As made his parents both rejoice | X3 |
And he thereat was glad | B |
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His mother in her apron took | T2 |
Her gentle son in haste | B |
And by the fire side within | E |
A walnut shell him placed | B |
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Whereas they feasted him three days | Y3 |
Upon a hazel nut | B |
Whereon he rioted so long | H3 |
He them to charges put | B |
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And thereupon grew wond'rous sick | Z3 |
Through eating too much meat | B |
Which was sufficient for a month | A4 |
For this great man to eat | B |
But now his business call'd him forth | B4 |
King Arthur's court to see | M |
Whereas no longer from the same | W |
He could a stranger be | M |
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But yet a few small April drops | C4 |
Which settled in the way | B |
His long and weary journey forth | B4 |
Did hinder and so stay | B |
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Until his careful father took | T2 |
A birding trunk in sport | B |
And with one blast blew this his son | E |
Into king Arthur's court | B |
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Now he with tilts and tournaments | D4 |
Was entertained so | K2 |
That all the best of Arthur's knights | V3 |
Did him much pleasure show | K2 |
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As good Sir Lancelot du Lake | U3 |
Sir Tristam and Sir Guy | I2 |
Yet none compar'd with brave Tom Thumb | L |
For knightly chivalry | M |
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In honour of which noble day | B |
And for his lady's sake | U3 |
A challenge in king Arthur's court | B |
Tom Thumb did bravely make | U3 |
'Gainst whom these noble knights did run | E |
Sir Chinon and the rest | B |
Yet still Tom Thumb with matchless might | B |
Did bear away the best | B |
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At last Sir Lancelot du Lake | U3 |
In manly sort came in | E |
And with this stout and hardy knight | B |
A battle did begin | E |
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Which made the courtiers all ag | E4 |
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