The Life And Death Of Tom Thumb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In Arthur's court Tom Thumb did liveA
A man of mickle mightB
The best of all the table roundC
And eke a doughty knightB
His stature but an inch in heightB
Or quarter of a spanD
Then think you not this little knightB
Was proved a valiant manD
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His father was a ploughman plainE
His mother milk'd the cowF
Yet how that they might have a sonG
They knew not what to doH
Until such time this good old manD
To learned Merlin goesI
And there to him his deep desiresJ
In secret manner showsI
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How in his heart he wish'd to haveK
A child in time to comeL
To be his heir though it might beM
No bigger than his thumbL
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Of which old Merlin thus foretoldN
That he his wish should haveK
And so this son of statue smallO
The charmer to him gaveP
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No blood nor bones in him should beM
In shape and being suchQ
That men should hear him speak but notR
His wandering shadow touchQ
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But so unseen to go or comeL
Whereas it pleas'd him stillS
Begot and born in half and hourT
To fit his father's willS
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And in four minutes grew so fastU
That he became so tallO
As was the ploughman's thumb in heightB
And so they did him callO
TOM THUMB the which the fairy queenV
There gave him to his nameW
Who with her train of goblins grimX
Unto his christening cameW
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Whereas she cloth'd him richly braveP
In garments fine and fairY
Which lasted him for many yearsZ
In seemly sort to wearY
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His hat made of an oaken leafA2
His shirt a spider's webB2
Both light and soft for those his limbsC2
That were so smally bredD2
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His hose and doublet thistle downE2
Together weaved full fineF2
His stockings of an apple greenV
Made of the outward rindG2
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His garters were two little hairsH2
Pull'd from his mother's eyeI2
His boots and shoes a mouse's skinJ2
Were tann'd most curiouslyM
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Thus like a lusty gallant heM
Adventured forth to goK2
With other children in the streetsL2
His pretty tricks to showK2
Where he for counters pins and pointsM2
And cherry stones did playN2
Till he amongst those gamesters youngO2
Had lost his stock awayN2
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Yet could he soon renew the sameW
Whereas most nimbly heM
Would dive into their cherry bagsP2
And their partaker beM
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Unseen or felt by any oneG
Until this scholar shutQ2
This nimble youth into a boxR2
Wherein his pins he putS2
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Of whom to be reveng'd he tookT2
In mirth and pleasant gameW
Black pots and glasses which he hungO2
Upon a bright sun beamU2
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The other boys to do the likeV2
In pieces broke them quiteB
For which they were most soundly whiptB
Whereat he laughed outrightB
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And so Tom Thumb restrained wasW2
From these his sports and playN2
And by his mother after thatB
Compell'd at home to stayN2
Whereas about a Christmas timeX2
His father a hog had kill'dB
And Tom would see the puddings madeB
For fear they should be spill'dB
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He sate upon the pudding boleY2
The candle for to holdB
Of which there is unto this dayN2
A pretty pastime toldB
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For Tom fell in and could not beM
For ever after foundB
For in the blood and batter heM
Was strangely lost and drown'dB
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Where searching long but all in vainE
His mother after thatB
Into a pudding thrust her sonG
Instead of minced meatB
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Which pudding of the largest sizeZ2
Into the kettle thrownA3
Made all the rest to fly thereoutB
As with a whirlwind blownA3
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For so it tumbled up and downE2
Within the liquor thereY
As if the devil had been boil'dB
Such was his mother's fearB3
That up she took the pudding straightB
And gave it at the doorC3
Unto a tinker which from thenceD3
In his black budget boreC3
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But as the tinker climb'd a stileE3
He nearly tumbled backF3
Now gip old knave out cried Tom ThumbL
A hanging on his packF3
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At which the tinker 'gan to runG
And would no longer stayB
And cast both bag and pudding downE2
And thence hied fast awayB
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From which Tom Thumb got loose at lastB
And home return'd againG3
Where he from following dangers longH3
In safety did remainE
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Until such time his mother wentB
A milking of her kineE
Where Tom unto a thistle fastB
She linked with a twineE
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A thread that held him to the sameW
For fear the blustering windB
Should blow him hence that so she mightB
Her son in safety findB
But mark the hap a cow came byI2
And up the thistle eatB
Poor Tom withal that as a dockI3
Was made the red cow's meatB
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Who being miss'd his mother wentB
Him calling everywhereY
Where art thou Tom Where art thou TomJ3
Quoth he here mother hereK3
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Within the red cow's stomach hereK3
Your son is swallowed upL3
The which into her fearful heartB
Most careful dolours putB
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Meanwhile the cow was troubled muchQ
And soon releas'd Tom ThumbL
No rest she had till out her mouthM3
In bad plight he did comeL
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Now after this in sowing timeX2
His father would him haveK
Into the field to drive his ploughF
And thereupon him gaveP
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A whip made of a barley strawN3
To drive the cattle onE
Where in a furrow'd land new sownE
Poor Tom was lost and goneE
Now by a raven of great strengthO3
Away he thence was borneE
And carried in the carrion's beakP3
Even like a grain of cornE
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Unto a giant's castle topQ3
In which he let him fallO
Where soon the giant swallowed upL3
His body clothes and allO
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But soon the giant spat him outB
Three miles into the seaM
Whereas a fish soon took him upL3
And bore him thence awayB
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Which lusty fish was after caughtB
And to king Arthur sentB
Where Tom was found and made his dwarfR3
Whereas his days he spentB
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Long time in lively jollityB
Belov'd of all the courtB
And none like Tom was then esteem'dB
Among the noble sortB
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Amongst his deeds of courtship doneE
His highness did commandB
That he should dance a galliard braveP
Upon his queen's left handB
The which he did and for the sameW
The king his signet gaveP
Which Tom about his middle woreC3
Long time a girdle braveP
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How after this the king would notB
Abroad for pleasure goK2
But still Tom Thumb must ride with himX
Placed on his saddle bowF
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Whereon a time when as it rain'dB
Tom Thumb most nimbly creptB
In at a button hole where heM
Within his bosom sleptB
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And being near his highness' heartB
He crav'd a wealthy boonE
A liberal gift the which the kingS3
Commanded to be doneE
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For to relieve his father's wantsT3
And mother's being oldB
Which was so much of silver coinE
As well his arms could holdB
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And so away goes lusty TomJ3
With threepence on his backF3
A heavy burthen which might makeU3
His wearied limbs to crackF3
So travelling two days and nightsV3
With labour and great painE
He came into the house whereatB
His parents did remainE
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Which was but half a mile in spaceW3
From good king Arthur's courtB
The which in eight and forty hoursJ
He went in weary sortB
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But coming to his father's doorC3
He there such entrance hadB
As made his parents both rejoiceX3
And he thereat was gladB
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His mother in her apron tookT2
Her gentle son in hasteB
And by the fire side withinE
A walnut shell him placedB
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Whereas they feasted him three daysY3
Upon a hazel nutB
Whereon he rioted so longH3
He them to charges putB
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And thereupon grew wond'rous sickZ3
Through eating too much meatB
Which was sufficient for a monthA4
For this great man to eatB
But now his business call'd him forthB4
King Arthur's court to seeM
Whereas no longer from the sameW
He could a stranger beM
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But yet a few small April dropsC4
Which settled in the wayB
His long and weary journey forthB4
Did hinder and so stayB
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Until his careful father tookT2
A birding trunk in sportB
And with one blast blew this his sonE
Into king Arthur's courtB
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Now he with tilts and tournamentsD4
Was entertained soK2
That all the best of Arthur's knightsV3
Did him much pleasure showK2
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As good Sir Lancelot du LakeU3
Sir Tristam and Sir GuyI2
Yet none compar'd with brave Tom ThumbL
For knightly chivalryM
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In honour of which noble dayB
And for his lady's sakeU3
A challenge in king Arthur's courtB
Tom Thumb did bravely makeU3
'Gainst whom these noble knights did runE
Sir Chinon and the restB
Yet still Tom Thumb with matchless mightB
Did bear away the bestB
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At last Sir Lancelot du LakeU3
In manly sort came inE
And with this stout and hardy knightB
A battle did beginE
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Which made the courtiers all agE4

Anonymous Olde English



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