Cinderella Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCCDCCC EFGFCHIH ICJCKDLD MGGGILNL LCOCPLPL QCLCRSLS DLLLTUIU HCVCWLXL CGLGHLCL YCLCGSCP CLZLCCLC DLA2LUDPD LCDCA2GB2G UGDGDDDD CLC2LGDGD DLLLA2LD2L A2CPCCCGC CLDLLLLL LCLCLLLL PLLLCE2LE2 LLA2LCLCL LF2DF2LQDQ| Versified by Mrs Clara Doty Bates | A |
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| Poor pretty little thing she was | B |
| The sweetest faced of girls | C |
| With eyes as blue as larkspurs | C |
| And a mass of tossing curls | C |
| But her step mother had for her | D |
| Only blows and bitter words | C |
| While she thought her own two ugly crows | C |
| The whitest of all birds | C |
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| She was the little household drudge | E |
| And wore a cotton gown | F |
| While the sisters clad in silk and satin | G |
| Flaunted through the town | F |
| When her work was done her only place | C |
| Was the chimney corner bench | H |
| For which one called her Cinderella | I |
| The other Cinder wench | H |
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| But years went on and Cinderella | I |
| Bloomed like a wild wood rose | C |
| In spite of all her kitchen work | J |
| And her common dingy clothes | C |
| While the two step sisters year by year | K |
| Grew scrawnier and plainer | D |
| Two peacocks with their tails outspread | L |
| Were never any vainer | D |
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| One day they got a note a pink | M |
| Sweet scented crested one | G |
| Which was an invitation | G |
| To a ball from the king's son | G |
| Oh then poor Cinderella | I |
| Had to starch and iron and plait | L |
| And run of errands frill and crimp | N |
| And ruffle early and late | L |
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| And when the ball night came at last | L |
| She helped to paint their faces | C |
| To lace their satin shoes and deck | O |
| Them up with flowers and laces | C |
| Then watched their coach roll grandly | P |
| Out of sight and after that | L |
| She sat down by the chimney | P |
| In the cinders with the cat | L |
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| And sobbed as if her heart would break | Q |
| Hot tears were on her lashes | C |
| Her little hands got black with soot | L |
| Her feet begrimed with ashes | C |
| When right before her on the hearth | R |
| She knew not how nor why | S |
| A little odd old woman stood | L |
| And said Why do you cry | S |
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| It is so very lonely here | D |
| Poor Cinderella said | L |
| And sobbed again The little odd | L |
| Old woman bobbed her head | L |
| And laughed a merry kind of laugh | T |
| And whispered Is that all | U |
| Wouldn't my little Cinderella | I |
| Like to go to the ball | U |
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| Run to the garden then and fetch | H |
| A pumpkin large and nice | C |
| Go to the pantry shelf and from | V |
| The mouse traps get the mice | C |
| Rats you will find in the rat trap | W |
| And from the watering pot | L |
| Or from under the big flat garden stone | X |
| Six lizards must be got | L |
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| Nimble as crickets in the grass | C |
| She ran till it was done | G |
| And then God mother stretched her wand | L |
| And touched them every one | G |
| The pumpkin changed into a coach | H |
| Which glittered as it rolled | L |
| And the mice became six horses | C |
| With harnesses of gold | L |
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| One rat a herald was to blow | Y |
| A trumpet in advance | C |
| And the first blast that he sounded | L |
| Made the horses plunge and prance | C |
| And the lizards were made footmen | G |
| Because they were so spry | S |
| And the old rat coachman on the box | C |
| Wore jeweled livery | P |
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| And then on Cinderella's dress | C |
| The magic wand was laid | L |
| And straight the dingy gown became | Z |
| A glistening gold brocade | L |
| The gems that shone upon her fingers | C |
| Nothing could surpass | C |
| And on her dainty little feet | L |
| Were slippers made of glass | C |
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| Be sure you get back here my dear | D |
| At twelve o'clock at night | L |
| Godmother said and in a twinkling | A2 |
| She was out of sight | L |
| When Cinderella reached the ball | U |
| And entered at the door | D |
| So beautiful a lady | P |
| None had ever seen before | D |
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| The Prince his admiration showed | L |
| In every word and glance | C |
| He led her out to supper | D |
| And he chose her for the dance | C |
| But she kept in mind the warning | A2 |
| That her Godmother had given | G |
| And left the ball with all its charm | B2 |
| At just half after eleven | G |
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| Next night there was another ball | U |
| She helped her sisters twain | G |
| To pinch their waists and curl their hair | D |
| And paint their cheeks again | G |
| Then came the fairy Godmother | D |
| And with her wand once more | D |
| Arrayed her out in greater splendor | D |
| Even than before | D |
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| The coach and six with gay outriders | C |
| Bore her through the street | L |
| And a crowd was gathered round to look | C2 |
| The lady was so sweet | L |
| So light of heart and face and mien | G |
| As happy children are | D |
| And when her foot stepped down | G |
| Her slipper twinkled like a star | D |
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| Again the Prince chose only her | D |
| For waltz or tete a tete | L |
| So swift the minutes flew she did not | L |
| Dream it could be late | L |
| But all at once remembering | A2 |
| What her Godmother had said | L |
| And hearing twelve begin to strike | D2 |
| Upon the clock she fled | L |
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| Swift as a swallow on the wing | A2 |
| She darted but alas | C |
| Dropped from one flying foot the tiny | P |
| Slipper made of glass | C |
| But she got away and well it was | C |
| She did for in a trice | C |
| Her coach changed to a pumpkin | G |
| And her horses became mice | C |
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| And back into the cinder dress | C |
| Was changed the gold brocade | L |
| The prince secured the slipper | D |
| And this proclamation made | L |
| That the country should be searched | L |
| And any lady far or wide | L |
| Who could get the slipper on her foot | L |
| Should straightway be his bride | L |
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| So every lady tried it | L |
| With her Mys and Ahs and Ohs | C |
| And Cinderella's sisters pared | L |
| Their heels and pared their toes | C |
| But all in vain Nobody's foot | L |
| Was small enough for it | L |
| Till Cinderella tried it | L |
| And it was a perfect fit | L |
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| Then the royal heralds hardly | P |
| Knew what it was best to do | L |
| When from out her tattered pocket | L |
| Forth she drew the other shoe | L |
| While the eyelids on the larkspur eyes | C |
| Dropped down a snowy vail | E2 |
| And the sisters turned from pale to red | L |
| And then from red to pale | E2 |
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| And in hateful anger cried and stormed | L |
| And scolded and all that | L |
| And a courtier without thinking | A2 |
| Tittered out behind his hat | L |
| For here was all the evidence | C |
| The Prince had asked complete | L |
| Two little slippers made of glass | C |
| Fitting two little feet | L |
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| So the Prince with all his retinue | L |
| Came there to claim his wife | F2 |
| And he promised he would love her | D |
| With devotion all his life | F2 |
| At the marriage there was splendid | L |
| Music dancing wedding cake | Q |
| And he kept the slipper as a treasure | D |
| Ever for her sake | Q |
Clara Doty Bates
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