The Orange Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGEEHHIIJJKK LLEEEEMMNNOOPPQQEE RREESS| The month was June the day was hot | A |
| And Philip had an orange got | A |
| The fruit was fragrant tempting bright | B |
| Refreshing to the smell and sight | B |
| Not of that puny size which calls | C |
| Poor customers to common stalls | C |
| But large and massy full of juice | D |
| As any Lima can produce | D |
| The liquor would if squeez d out | E |
| Have filled a tumbler thereabout | E |
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| The happy boy with greedy eyes | F |
| Surveys and re surveys his prize | F |
| He turns it round and longs to drain | G |
| And with the juice his lips to stain | G |
| His throat and lips were parched with heat | E |
| The orange seemed to cry Come eat | E |
| He from his pocket draws a knife | H |
| When in his thoughts there rose a strife | H |
| Which folks experience when they wish | I |
| Yet scruple to begin a dish | I |
| And by their hesitation own | J |
| It is too good to eat alone | J |
| But appetite o'er indecision | K |
| Prevails and Philip makes incision | K |
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| The melting fruit in quarters came | L |
| Just then there pass d by a dame | L |
| One of the poorer sort she seemed | E |
| As by her garb you would have deemed | E |
| Who in her toil worn arms did hold | E |
| A sickly infant ten months old | E |
| That from a fever caught in spring | M |
| Was slowly then recovering | M |
| The child attracted by the view | N |
| Of that fair orange feebly threw | N |
| A languid look perhaps the smell | O |
| Convinced it that there sure must dwell | O |
| A corresponding sweetness there | P |
| Where lodged a scent so good and rare | P |
| Perhaps the smell the fruit did give | Q |
| Felt healing and restorative | Q |
| For never had the child been graced | E |
| To know such dainties by their taste | E |
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| When Philip saw the infant crave | R |
| He straightway to the mother gave | R |
| His quartered orange nor would stay | E |
| To hear her thanks but tripped away | E |
| Then to the next clear spring he ran | S |
| To quench his drought a happy man | S |
Charles Lamb
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