Incidents In The Life Of My Uncle Arly Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDB EEFGGG HHIGGG IIIDCDI JJBJJJB IIJGGGB AABCDDB| O my aged Uncle Arly | A |
| Sitting on a heap of Barley | A |
| Thro' the silent hours of night | B |
| Close beside a leafy thicket | C |
| On his nose there was a Cricket | D |
| In his hat a Railway ticket | D |
| But his shoes were far too tight | B |
| - | |
| Long ago in youth he squander'd | E |
| All his goods away and wander'd | E |
| To the Tinskoop hills afar | F |
| There on golden sunsets blazing | G |
| Every evening found him gazing | G |
| Singing 'Orb you're quite amazing | G |
| How I wonder what you are ' | - |
| - | |
| Like the ancient Medes and Persians | H |
| Always by his own exertions | H |
| He subsisted on those hills | I |
| Whiles by teaching children spelling | G |
| Or at times by merely yelling | G |
| Or at intervals by selling | G |
| 'Propter's Nicodemus Pills ' | - |
| - | |
| Later in his morning rambles | I |
| He perceived the moving brambles | I |
| Something square and white disclose | I |
| 'Twas a First class Railway Ticket | D |
| But on stooping down to pick it | C |
| Off the ground a pea green Cricket | D |
| Settled on my uncle's Nose | I |
| - | |
| Never never more oh never | J |
| Did that Cricket leave him ever | J |
| Dawn or evening day or night | B |
| Clinging as a constant treasure | J |
| Chirping with a cheerious measure | J |
| Wholly to my uncle's pleasure | J |
| Though his shoes were far too tight | B |
| - | |
| So for three and forty winters | I |
| Till his shoes were worn to splinters | I |
| All those hills he wander'd o'er | J |
| Sometimes silent sometimes yelling | G |
| Till he came to Borley Melling | G |
| Near his old ancestral dwelling | G |
| But his shoes were far too tight | B |
| - | |
| On a little heap of Barley | A |
| Died my aged Uncle Arly | A |
| And they buried him one night | B |
| Close beside the leafy thicket | C |
| There his hat and Railway Ticket | D |
| There his ever faithful Cricket | D |
| But his shoes were far too tight | B |
Edward Lear
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