A London Fête Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEEBBFFGGBBBB BBHIHIEEEBJBJKJKKBBL LMMBBJJ| All night fell hammers shock on shock | A |
| With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd | B |
| The scaffold built at eight o'clock | A |
| They brought the man out to be hang'd | B |
| Then came from all the people there | C |
| A single cry that shook the air | C |
| Mothers held up their babes to see | D |
| Who spread their hands and crow'd for glee | D |
| Here a girl from her vesture tore | E |
| A rag to wave with and join'd the roar | E |
| There a man with yelling tired | B |
| Stopp'd and the culprit's crime inquired | B |
| A sot below the doom'd man dumb | F |
| Bawl'd his health in the world to come | F |
| These blasphemed and fought for places | G |
| Those half crush'd cast frantic faces | G |
| To windows where in freedom sweet | B |
| Others enjoy'd the wicked treat | B |
| At last the show's black crisis pended | B |
| Struggles for better standings ended | B |
| The rabble's lips no longer curst | B |
| But stood agape with horrid thirst | B |
| Thousands of breasts beat horrid hope | H |
| Thousands of eyeballs lit with hell | I |
| Burnt one way all to see the rope | H |
| Unslacken as the platform fell | I |
| The rope flew tight and then the roar | E |
| Burst forth afresh less loud but more | E |
| Confused and affrighting than before | E |
| A few harsh tongues for ever led | B |
| The common din the chaos of noises | J |
| But ear could not catch what they said | B |
| As when the realm of the damn'd rejoices | J |
| At winning a soul to its will | K |
| That clatter and clangour of hateful voices | J |
| Sicken'd and stunn'd the air until | K |
| The dangling corpse hung straight and still | K |
| The show complete the pleasure past | B |
| The solid masses loosen'd fast | B |
| A thief slunk off with ample spoil | L |
| To ply elsewhere his daily toil | L |
| A baby strung its doll to a stick | M |
| A mother praised the pretty trick | M |
| Two children caught and hang'd a cat | B |
| Two friends walk'd on in lively chat | B |
| And two who had disputed places | J |
| Went forth to fight with murderous faces | J |
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