Winfreda Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDD EEEEEE EFEFEE GEGEEE EHEHEE EEEEII EJEJEE KLKLEEA Ballad In The Anglo Saxon Tongue | A |
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When to the dreary greenwood gloam | B |
Winfreda's husband strode that day | C |
The fair Winfreda bode at home | B |
To toil the weary time away | C |
While thou art gone to hunt said she | D |
I'll brew a goodly sop for thee | D |
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Lo from a further gloomy wood | E |
A hungry wolf all bristling hied | E |
And on the cottage threshold stood | E |
And saw the dame at work inside | E |
And as he saw the pleasing sight | E |
He licked his fangs so sharp and white | E |
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Now when Winfreda saw the beast | E |
Straight at the grinning wolf she ran | F |
And not affrighted in the least | E |
She hit him with her cooking pan | F |
And as she thwacked him on the head | E |
Scat scat the fair Winfreda said | E |
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The hills gave answer to their din | G |
The brook in fear beheld the sight | E |
And all that bloody field within | G |
Wore token of Winfreda's might | E |
The wolf was very loath to stay | E |
But oh he could not get away | E |
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Winfreda swept him o'er the wold | E |
And choked him till his gums were blue | H |
And till beneath her iron hold | E |
His tongue hung out a yard or two | H |
And with his hair the riven ground | E |
Was strewn for many leagues around | E |
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They fought a weary time that day | E |
And seas of purple blood were shed | E |
Till by Winfreda's cunning lay | E |
That awful wolf all limp and dead | E |
Winfreda saw him reel and drop | I |
Then back she went to brewing sop | I |
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So when the husband came at night | E |
From bootless chase cold gaunt and grim | J |
Great was that Saxon lord's delight | E |
To find the sop dished up for him | J |
And as he ate Winfreda told | E |
How she had laid the wolf out cold | E |
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The good Winfreda of those days | K |
Is only pretty Birdie now | L |
Sickly her soul and weak her ways | K |
And she to whom we Saxons bow | L |
Leaps on a bench and screams with fright | E |
If but a mouse creeps into sight | E |
Eugene Field
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