Beauty And The Beast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHBB IJKKLL MMNNOO PPQQRSFFLLLLLL OTLLLLUULL LLLLLLU FFVVLL LLWWXX LLBBLLYYAALL LLZZA2A2LL BBB2B2LL BBLLLLK BBHHFFLL C2C2LLLL D2D2BBLLKKLLLL KKB2B2L BBE2E2LLBB KKLLL F2F2G2G2LLH2H2I2 J2J2K2K2 LL2L2BBBM2 LL LLLLLLL LLF2F2N2N2O2XB LLP2 K BBQ2Q2B LLLL LLA2A2BBR2B| A Merchant who by generous pains | A |
| Prospered in honourable gains | A |
| Could boast his wealth and fame to share | B |
| Three manly Sons three Daughters fair | B |
| With these he felt supremely blest | C |
| His latest born surpass'd the rest | C |
| She was so gentle good and kind | D |
| So fair in feature form and mind | D |
| So constant too in filial duty | E |
| The neighbours called her Little Beauty | E |
| And when fair childhood's days were run | F |
| That title still she wore and won | F |
| Lovelier as older still she grew | G |
| Improv'd in grace and goodness too | G |
| Her elder Sisters gay and vain | H |
| View'd her with envy and disdain | H |
| Toss'd up their heads with haughty air | B |
| Dress Fashion Pleasure all their care | B |
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| 'Twas thus improving and improv'd | I |
| Loving and worthy to be lov'd | J |
| Sprightly yet grave each circling day | K |
| Saw Beauty innocently gay | K |
| Thus smooth the May like moments past | L |
| Blest times but soon by clouds o'ercast | L |
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| Sudden as winds that madd'ning sweep | M |
| The foaming surface of the deep | M |
| Vast treasures trusted to the wave | N |
| Were buried in the billowy grave | N |
| Our Merchant late of boundless store | O |
| Saw Famine hasting to his door | O |
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| With willing hand and ready grace | P |
| Mild Beauty takes the Servant's place | P |
| Rose with the sun to household cares | Q |
| And morn's repast with zeal prepares | Q |
| The wholesome meal the cheerful fire | R |
| What cannot filial love inspire | S |
| And when the task of day was done | F |
| Suspended till the rising sun | F |
| Music and song the hours employ'd | L |
| As more deserv'd the more enjoy'd | L |
| Till Industry with Pastime join'd | L |
| Refresh'd the body and the mind | L |
| And when the groupe retir'd to rest | L |
| Father and Brothers Beauty blest | L |
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| Not so the Sisters as before | O |
| 'Twas rich and idle now 'twas poor | T |
| In shabby finery array'd | L |
| They still affected a parade | L |
| While both insulted gentle Beauty | L |
| Unwearied in the housewife's duty | L |
| They mock'd her robe of modest brown | U |
| And view'd her with a taunting frown | U |
| Yet scarce could hold their rage to see | L |
| The blithe effects of Industry | L |
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| In this retreat a year had past | L |
| When happier tidings came at last | L |
| And in the Merchant's smile appear'd | L |
| Prospects that all the Cotters cheer'd | L |
| A letter came its purport good | L |
| Part of his ventures brav'd the flood | L |
| 'With speed ' said he 'I must to town | U |
| 'And what my girls must I bring down ' | - |
| The envious Sisters all confusion | F |
| Commissions gave in wild profusion | F |
| Caps hats and bonnets bracelets broaches | V |
| To cram the pockets of the coaches | V |
| With laces linens to complete | L |
| The order and to fill the seat | L |
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| Such wants and wishes now appear'd | L |
| To make them larger Beauty fear'd | L |
| Yet lest her silence might produce | W |
| From jealous Sisters more abuse | W |
| Considerately good she chose | X |
| The emblem of herself a Rose | X |
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| The good man on his journey went | L |
| His thoughts on generous Beauty bent | L |
| 'If Heav'n ' he said and breath'd a prayer | B |
| 'If Heav'n that tender child should spare | B |
| 'Whate'er my lot I must be bless'd | L |
| 'I must be rich ' he wept the rest | L |
| Timely such feelings Fortune still | Y |
| Unkind and niggard crost his will | Y |
| Of all his hopes alas the gains | A |
| Were far o'erbalanc'd by the pains | A |
| For after a long tedious round | L |
| He had to measure back his ground | L |
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| A short day's travel from his Cot | L |
| New misadventures were his lot | L |
| Dark grew the air the wind blew high | Z |
| And spoke the gathering tempest nigh | Z |
| Hail snow and night fog join'd their force | A2 |
| Bewildering rider and his horse | A2 |
| Dismay'd perplext the road they crost | L |
| And in the dubious maze were lost | L |
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| When glimmering through the vapours drear | B |
| A taper shew'd a dwelling near | B |
| And guess our Merchant's glad surprise | B2 |
| When a rich palace seemed to rise | B2 |
| As on he mov'd The knee be bent | L |
| Thankful to Heaven then nearer went | L |
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| But O how much his wonder grew | B |
| When nothing living met his view | B |
| Entering a splendid hall he found | L |
| With every luxury around | L |
| A blazing fire a plenteous board | L |
| A costly cellaret well stor'd | L |
| All open'd wide as if to say | K |
| 'Stranger refresh thee on thy way ' | - |
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| The Merchant to the fire drew near | B |
| Deeming the owner would appear | B |
| And pardon one who drench'd in rain | H |
| Unask'd had ventured to remain | H |
| The court yard clock had number'd seven | F |
| When first he came but when eleven | F |
| Struck on his ear as mute he sate | L |
| It sounded like the knoll of Fate | L |
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| And yet so hungry was he grown | C2 |
| He pick'd a capon to the bone | C2 |
| And as choice wines before him stood | L |
| He needs must taste if they were good | L |
| So much he felt his spirits cheer'd | L |
| The more he drank the less he fear'd | L |
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| Now bolder grown he pac'd along | D2 |
| Still hoping he might do no wrong | D2 |
| When entering at a gilded door | B |
| High rais'd upon a sumptuous floor | B |
| A sofa shew'd all Persia's pride | L |
| And each magnificence beside | L |
| So down at once the Merchant lay | K |
| Tir'd with the wonders of the day | K |
| But had it been a rushy bed | L |
| Tuck'd in the corner of a shed | L |
| With no less joy had it been press'd | L |
| The good man pray'd and sank to rest | L |
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| Nor woke he till the noon of day | K |
| And as he thus enchanted lay | K |
| 'Now for my storm sopp'd clothes ' he cries | B2 |
| When lo a suit complete he spies | B2 |
| 'Yes 'tis all fairy work no doubt | L |
| 'By gentle Pity brought about ' | - |
| Tenfold when risen amazement grew | B |
| For bursting on his gazing view | B |
| Instead of snow he saw fair bowers | E2 |
| In all the pride of summer flowers | E2 |
| Entering again the hall behold | L |
| Serv'd up in silver pearl and gold | L |
| A breakfast form'd of all things rare | B |
| As if Queen Mab herself were there | B |
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| As now he past with spirits gay | K |
| A shower of Roses strew'd the way | K |
| E'en to his hand the branches bent | L |
| 'One of these boughs I go content | L |
| 'Beauty dear Beauty thy request | L |
| 'If I may bear away I'm blest ' | - |
| The Merchant pull'd the branches broke | F2 |
| A hideous growling while he spoke | F2 |
| Assail'd his startled ears and then | G2 |
| A frightful Beast as from a den | G2 |
| Rushing to view exclaimed 'Ingrate | L |
| 'That stolen branch has seal'd thy fate | L |
| 'All that my castle own'd was thine | H2 |
| 'My food my fire my bed my wine | H2 |
| 'Thou robb'st my Rose trees in return | I2 |
| 'For this base Plunderer thou shalt mourn ' | - |
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| 'My Lord I swear upon my knees | J2 |
| 'I did not mean to harm your trees | J2 |
| 'But a lov'd Daughter fair as spring | K2 |
| 'Intreated me a Rose to bring | K2 |
| 'O didst thou know my lord the Maid ' | - |
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| 'I am no Lord ' Beast angry said | L |
| 'And so no flattery but know | L2 |
| 'If on your oath before you go | L2 |
| 'Within three wasted Moons you here | B |
| 'Cause that lov'd Daughter to appear | B |
| 'And visit Beast a volunteer | B |
| 'To suffer for thee thou mayest live | M2 |
| 'Speak not do this and I forgive ' | - |
| Mute and deprest the Merchant fled | L |
| Unhappy traveller evil sped | L |
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| Beauty was first her sire to meet | L |
| Springing impatient from her seat | L |
| Her Brothers next assembled round | L |
| Her straying Sisters soon were found | L |
| While yet the Father fondly press'd | L |
| The Child of Duty to his Breast | L |
| 'Accept these Roses ill starr'd Maid | L |
| 'For thee thy Father's life is paid ' | - |
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| The Merchant told the tale of Beast | L |
| And loud lamentings when he ceas'd | L |
| From both the jealous Sisters broke | F2 |
| As thus with taunting rage they spoke | F2 |
| 'And so thou kill'st thy Father Miss | N2 |
| 'Proud sinful creature heardst thou this | N2 |
| 'We only wish'd a few new clothes | O2 |
| 'Beauty forsooth must have her Rose | X |
| 'Yet harden'd Wretch her eyes are dry | B |
| 'Tho' for her Pride our Sire must die ' | - |
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| 'Die Not for worlds ' exclaim'd the Maid | L |
| 'Beast kindly will take me instead | L |
| 'And O a thousand deaths I'd prove | P2 |
| 'To shew my Father how I love ' | - |
| The Brothers cried 'Let us away | K |
| 'We'll perish or the Monster slay ' | - |
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| 'Vain hope my gen'rous Sons his power | B |
| 'Can troops of men and horse devour | B |
| 'Your offer Beauty moves my soul | Q2 |
| 'But no man can his fate controul | Q2 |
| 'Mine was the fault you Love are free | B |
| 'And mine the punishment shall be ' | - |
| Beauty was firm the Sire caress'd | L |
| Again his Darling to his breast | L |
| With blended love and awe survey'd | L |
| And each good Brother blest the Maid | L |
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| Three months elaps'd her Father's heart | L |
| Heav'd high as she prepar'd to part | L |
| The Sisters try'd a tear to force | A2 |
| While Beauty smil'd as she took horse | A2 |
| Yet smil'd thro' many a generous tear | B |
| To find the parting moment near | B |
| And just as evening's shades came on | R2 |
| The splendid Palace cour | B |
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