To Mrs. Goodchild Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEBB AFAFGG HIHIHH CJK KH EAEAHH LLLLEE HGHMM H HEGG JJJJHH

The night wind's shriek is pitiless and hollowA
The boding bat flits by on sullen wingB
And I sit desolate like that 'one swallow'A
Who found with horror that he'd not brought springB
Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumbC
Drew from its pie y lair the solitary plumC
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And to my gaze the phantoms of the PastD
The cherished fictions of my boyhood riseE
I see Red Ridinghood observe aghastD
The fixed expression of her grandam's eyesE
I hear the fiendish chattering and chucklingB
Which those misguided fowls raised at the Ugly DucklingB
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The House that Jack built and the Malt that layA
Within the House the Rat that ate the MaltF
The Cat that in that sanguinary wayA
Punished the poor thing for its venial faultF
The Worrier Dog the Cow with Crumpled hornG
And then ah yes and then the Maiden all forlornG
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O Mrs Gurton may I call thee GammerH
Thou more than mother to my infant mindI
I loved thee better than I loved my grammarH
I used to wonder why the Mice were blindI
And who was gardener to Mistress MaryH
And what I don't know still was meant by 'quite contrary'H
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'Tota contraria ' an 'Arundo Cami'C
Has phrased it which is possibly explicitJ
Ingenious certainly but all the same IK
Still ask when coming on the word 'What is it '-
There were more things in Mrs Gurton's eyeK
Mayhap than are dreamed of in our philosophyH
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No doubt the Editor of 'Notes and Queries'E
Or 'Things not generally known' could tellA
That word's real force my only lurking fear isE
That the great Gammer 'didna ken hersel'A
I've precedent yet feel I owe apologyH
For passing in this way to Scottish phraseologyH
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Alas dear Madam I must ask your pardonL
For making this unwarranted digressionL
Starting I think from Mistress Mary's gardenL
And beg to send with every expressionL
Of personal esteem a Book of RhymesE
For Master G to read at miscellaneous timesE
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There is a youth who keeps a 'crumpled Horn '-
Living next me upon the selfsame storyH
And ever 'twixt the midnight and the mornG
He solaces his soul with Annie LaurieH
The tune is good the habit p'raps romanticM
But tending if pursued to drive one's neighbours franticM
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And now at this unprecedented hourH
When the young Dawn is 'trampling out the stars '-
I hear that youth with more than usual powerH
And pathos struggling with the first few barsE
And I do think the amateur cornopeanG
Should be put down by law but that's perhaps UtopianG
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Who knows what 'things unknown' I might have 'bodiedJ
Forth ' if not checked by that absurd Too tooJ
But don't I know that when my friend has ploddedJ
Through the first verse the second will ensueJ
Considering which dear Madam I will merelyH
Send the aforesaid book and am yours most sincerelyH

Charles Stuart Calverley



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