Cinderella Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Versified by Mrs Clara Doty BatesA
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Poor pretty little thing she wasB
The sweetest faced of girlsC
With eyes as blue as larkspursC
And a mass of tossing curlsC
But her step mother had for herD
Only blows and bitter wordsC
While she thought her own two ugly crowsC
The whitest of all birdsC
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She was the little household drudgeE
And wore a cotton gownF
While the sisters clad in silk and satinG
Flaunted through the townF
When her work was done her only placeC
Was the chimney corner benchH
For which one called her CinderellaI
The other Cinder wenchH
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But years went on and CinderellaI
Bloomed like a wild wood roseC
In spite of all her kitchen workJ
And her common dingy clothesC
While the two step sisters year by yearK
Grew scrawnier and plainerD
Two peacocks with their tails outspreadL
Were never any vainerD
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One day they got a note a pinkM
Sweet scented crested oneG
Which was an invitationG
To a ball from the king's sonG
Oh then poor CinderellaI
Had to starch and iron and plaitL
And run of errands frill and crimpN
And ruffle early and lateL
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And when the ball night came at lastL
She helped to paint their facesC
To lace their satin shoes and deckO
Them up with flowers and lacesC
Then watched their coach roll grandlyP
Out of sight and after thatL
She sat down by the chimneyP
In the cinders with the catL
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And sobbed as if her heart would breakQ
Hot tears were on her lashesC
Her little hands got black with sootL
Her feet begrimed with ashesC
When right before her on the hearthR
She knew not how nor whyS
A little odd old woman stoodL
And said Why do you cryS
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It is so very lonely hereD
Poor Cinderella saidL
And sobbed again The little oddL
Old woman bobbed her headL
And laughed a merry kind of laughT
And whispered Is that allU
Wouldn't my little CinderellaI
Like to go to the ballU
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Run to the garden then and fetchH
A pumpkin large and niceC
Go to the pantry shelf and fromV
The mouse traps get the miceC
Rats you will find in the rat trapW
And from the watering potL
Or from under the big flat garden stoneX
Six lizards must be gotL
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Nimble as crickets in the grassC
She ran till it was doneG
And then God mother stretched her wandL
And touched them every oneG
The pumpkin changed into a coachH
Which glittered as it rolledL
And the mice became six horsesC
With harnesses of goldL
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One rat a herald was to blowY
A trumpet in advanceC
And the first blast that he soundedL
Made the horses plunge and pranceC
And the lizards were made footmenG
Because they were so spryS
And the old rat coachman on the boxC
Wore jeweled liveryP
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And then on Cinderella's dressC
The magic wand was laidL
And straight the dingy gown becameZ
A glistening gold brocadeL
The gems that shone upon her fingersC
Nothing could surpassC
And on her dainty little feetL
Were slippers made of glassC
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Be sure you get back here my dearD
At twelve o'clock at nightL
Godmother said and in a twinklingA2
She was out of sightL
When Cinderella reached the ballU
And entered at the doorD
So beautiful a ladyP
None had ever seen beforeD
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The Prince his admiration showedL
In every word and glanceC
He led her out to supperD
And he chose her for the danceC
But she kept in mind the warningA2
That her Godmother had givenG
And left the ball with all its charmB2
At just half after elevenG
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Next night there was another ballU
She helped her sisters twainG
To pinch their waists and curl their hairD
And paint their cheeks againG
Then came the fairy GodmotherD
And with her wand once moreD
Arrayed her out in greater splendorD
Even than beforeD
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The coach and six with gay outridersC
Bore her through the streetL
And a crowd was gathered round to lookC2
The lady was so sweetL
So light of heart and face and mienG
As happy children areD
And when her foot stepped downG
Her slipper twinkled like a starD
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Again the Prince chose only herD
For waltz or tete a teteL
So swift the minutes flew she did notL
Dream it could be lateL
But all at once rememberingA2
What her Godmother had saidL
And hearing twelve begin to strikeD2
Upon the clock she fledL
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Swift as a swallow on the wingA2
She darted but alasC
Dropped from one flying foot the tinyP
Slipper made of glassC
But she got away and well it wasC
She did for in a triceC
Her coach changed to a pumpkinG
And her horses became miceC
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And back into the cinder dressC
Was changed the gold brocadeL
The prince secured the slipperD
And this proclamation madeL
That the country should be searchedL
And any lady far or wideL
Who could get the slipper on her footL
Should straightway be his brideL
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So every lady tried itL
With her Mys and Ahs and OhsC
And Cinderella's sisters paredL
Their heels and pared their toesC
But all in vain Nobody's footL
Was small enough for itL
Till Cinderella tried itL
And it was a perfect fitL
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Then the royal heralds hardlyP
Knew what it was best to doL
When from out her tattered pocketL
Forth she drew the other shoeL
While the eyelids on the larkspur eyesC
Dropped down a snowy vailE2
And the sisters turned from pale to redL
And then from red to paleE2
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And in hateful anger cried and stormedL
And scolded and all thatL
And a courtier without thinkingA2
Tittered out behind his hatL
For here was all the evidenceC
The Prince had asked completeL
Two little slippers made of glassC
Fitting two little feetL
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So the Prince with all his retinueL
Came there to claim his wifeF2
And he promised he would love herD
With devotion all his lifeF2
At the marriage there was splendidL
Music dancing wedding cakeQ
And he kept the slipper as a treasureD
Ever for her sakeQ

Clara Doty Bates



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