A Piteous Plaint Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HBIBJEKG LMNMOEPG QRSRLEEG TUMUVEEG AWEWXEEG| I cannot eat my porridge | A |
| I weary of my play | B |
| No longer can I sleep at night | C |
| No longer romp by day | B |
| Though forty pounds was once my weight | D |
| I'm shy of thirty now | E |
| I pine I wither and I fade | F |
| Through love of Martha Clow | G |
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| As she rolled by this morning | H |
| I heard the nurse girl say | B |
| She weighs just twenty seven pounds | I |
| And she's one year old to day | B |
| I threw a kiss that nestled | J |
| In the curls upon her brow | E |
| But she never turned to thank me | K |
| That bouncing Martha Clow | G |
| - | |
| She ought to know I love her | L |
| For I've told her that I do | M |
| And I've brought her nuts and apples | N |
| And sometimes candy too | M |
| I'd drag her in my little cart | O |
| If her mother would allow | E |
| That delicate attention | P |
| To her daughter Martha Clow | G |
| - | |
| O Martha pretty Martha | Q |
| Will you always be so cold | R |
| Will you always be as cruel | S |
| As you are at one year old | R |
| Must your two year old admirer | L |
| Pine as hopelessly as now | E |
| For a fond reciprocation | E |
| Of his love for Martha Clow | G |
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| You smile on Bernard Rogers | T |
| And on little Harry Knott | U |
| You play with them at peek a boo | M |
| All in the Waller Lot | U |
| Wildly I gnash my new cut teeth | V |
| And beat my throbbing brow | E |
| When I behold the coquetry | E |
| Of heartless Martha Clow | G |
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| I cannot eat my porridge | A |
| Nor for my play care I | W |
| Upon the floor and porch and lawn | E |
| My toys neglected lie | W |
| But on the air of Halsted street | X |
| I breathe this solemn vow | E |
| Though she be false I will be true | E |
| To pretty Martha Clow | G |
Eugene Field
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