Lady Maggie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FBFB GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPO QFQF RSRS TBTB UVUVYou must not call me Maggie you must not call me Dear | A |
For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see | B |
And if there comes a babe as there may some happy year | A |
'Twill be little lord or lady at my knee | B |
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Oh but what ails you my sailor cousin Phil | C |
That you shake and turn white like a cockcrow ghost | D |
You're as white as I turned once down by the mill | C |
When one told me you and ship and crew were lost | E |
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Philip my playfellow when we were boy and girl | F |
It was the Miller's Nancy told it to me | B |
Philip with the merry life in lip and curl | F |
Philip my playfellow drowned in the sea | B |
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I thought I should have fainted but I did not faint | G |
I stood stunned at the moment scarcely sad | H |
Till I raised my wail of desolate complaint | G |
For you my cousin brother all I had | H |
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They said I looked so pale some say so fair | I |
My lord stopped in passing to soothe me back to life | J |
I know I missed a ringlet from my hair | I |
Next morning and now I am his wife | J |
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Look at my gown Philip and look at my ring | K |
I'm all crimson and gold from top to toe | L |
All day long I sit in the sun and sing | K |
Where in the sun red roses blush and blow | L |
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And I'm the rose of roses says my lord | M |
And to him I'm more than the sun in the sky | N |
While I hold him fast with the golden cord | M |
Of a curl with the eyelash of an eye | N |
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His mother said 'fie ' and his sisters cried 'shame ' | - |
His highborn ladies cried 'shame' from their place | O |
They said 'fie' when they only heard my name | P |
But fell silent when they saw my face | O |
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Am I so fair Philip Philip did you think | Q |
I was so fair when we played boy and girl | F |
Where blue forget me nots bloomed on the brink | Q |
Of our stream which the mill wheel sent a whirl | F |
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If I was fair then sure I'm fairer now | R |
Sitting where a score of servants stand | S |
With a coronet on high days for my brow | R |
And almost a sceptre for my hand | S |
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You're but a sailor Philip weatherbeaten brown | T |
A stranger on land and at home on the sea | B |
Coasting as best you may from town to town | T |
Coasting along do you often think of me | B |
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I'm a great lady in a sheltered bower | U |
With hands grown white through having nought to do | V |
Yet sometimes I think of you hour after hour | U |
Till I nigh wish myself a child with you | V |
Christina Georgina Rossetti
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