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The Water-fiends Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On a wild Moor all brown and bleak	A
Where broods the heath frequenting grouse	B
There stood a tenement antique	A
Lord Hoppergollop's country house	B
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Here Silence reign'd with lips of glue	C
And undisturb'd maintain'd her law	D
Save when the Owl cry'd whoo whoo whoo	E
Or the hoarse Crow croak'd caw caw caw	D
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Neglected mansion for 'tis said	F
Whene'er the snow came feathering down	G
Four barbed steeds from the Bull's head	F
Carried thy master up to town	G
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Weak Hoppergollop Lords may moan	H
Who stake in London their estate	I
On two small rattling bits of bone	H
On little figure or on great	I
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Swift whirl the wheels He's gone A Rose	J
Remains behind whose virgin look	K
Unseen must blush in wintry snows	J
Sweet beauteous blossom 'twas the Cook	K
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A bolder far than my weak note	L
Maid of the Moor thy charms demand	M
Eels might be proud to lose their coat	L
If skinn'd by Molly Dumpling's hand	M
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Long had the fair one sat alone	H
Had none remain'd save only she	N
She by herself had been if one	O
Had not been left for company	N
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'Twas a tall youth whose cheek's clear hue	C
Was tinge'd with health and manly toil	P
Cabbage he sow'd and when it grew	C
He always cut it off to boil	P
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Oft would he cry Delve Delve the hole	Q
And prune the tree and trim the root	R
And stick the wig upon the pole	Q
To scare the sparrows from the fruit	R
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A small mute favourite by day	S
Follow'd his step where'er he wheels	T
His barrow round the garden gay	S
A bob tail cur is at his heels	T
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Ah man the brute creation see	N
Thy constancy oft needs the spur	U
While lessons of fidelity	N
Are found in every bob tail cur	U
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Hard toil'd the youth so fresh and strong	V
While Bobtail in his face would look	K
And mark'd his master troll the song	V
Sweet Molly Dumpling Oh thou Cook	K
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For thus he sung while Cupid smile'd	N
Please'd that the Gard'ner own'd his dart	N
Which prune'd his passions running wild	N
And grafted true love on his heart	N
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Maid of the Moor his love return	W
True love ne'er tints the cheek with shame	X
When Gard'ners' hearts like hot beds burn	W
A Cook may surely feed the flame	X
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Ah not averse from love was she	N
Tho' pure as Heaven's snowy flake	Y
Both love'd and tho' a Gard'ner he	N
He knew not what it was to rake	Y
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Cold blows the blast the night's obscure	Z
The mansion's crazy wainscots crack	A2
No star appear'd and all the Moor	Z
Like ev'ry other Moor was black	A2
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Alone pale trembling near the fire	U
The lovely Molly Dumpling sat	N
Much did she fear and much admire	B2
What Thomas Gard'ner could be at	N
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List'ning her hand supports her chin	C2
But ah no foot is heard to stir	U
He comes not from the garden in	C2
Nor he nor little bobtail cur	U
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They cannot come sweet maid to thee	N
Flesh both of cur and man is grass	D2
And what's impossible can't be	N
And never never comes to pass	D2
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She paces thro' the hall antique	A
To call her Thomas from his toil	P
Opes the huge door the hinges creak	A
Because the hinges wanted oil	P
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Thrice on the threshold of the hall	E2
She Thomas cried with many a sob	F2
And thrice on Bobtail did she call	E2
Exclaiming sweetly Bob Bob Bob	F2
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Vain maid a Gard'ner's corpse 'tis said	N
In answers can but ill succeed	N
And dogs that hear when they are dead	N
Are very cunning Dogs indeed	N
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Back thro' the hall she bent her way	S
All all was solitude around	N
The candle shed a feeble ray	S
Tho' a large mould of four to th' pound	N
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Full closely to the fire she drew	C
Adown her cheek a salt tear stole	Q
When lo a coffin out there flew	C
And in her apron burnt a hole	Q
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Spiders their busy death watch tick'd	N
A certain sign that Fate will frown	G
The clumsy kitchen clock too click'd	N
A certain sign it was not down	G
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More strong and strong her terrors rose	J
Her shadow did the maid appal	Q
She tremble'd at her lovely nose	J
It look'd so long against the wall	Q
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Up to her chamber damp and cold	N
She climb'd Lord Hoppergollop's stair	G2
Three stories high long dull and old	N
As great Lords' stories often are	H2
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All Nature now appear'd to pause	I2
And o'er the one half world seem'd dead	N
No curtain'd sleep had she because	I2
She had no curtains to her bed	N
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List'ning she lay with iron din	C2
The clock struck Twelve the door flew wide	N
When Thomas grimly glided in	C2
With little Bobtail by his side	N
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Tall like the poplar was his size	J2
Green green his waistcoat was as leeks	K2
Red red as beet root were his eyes	J2
Pale pale as turnips were his cheeks	K2
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Soon as the Spectre she espied	N
The fear struck damsel faintly said	N
What wou'd my Thomas he replied	N
Oh Molly Dumpling I am dead	N
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All in the flower of youth I fell	Q
Cut off with health's full blossom crown'd	N
I was not ill but in a well	Q
I tumble'd backwards and was drown'd	N
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Four fathom deep thy love doth lie	Q
His faithful dog his fate doth share	G2
We're Fiends this is not he and I	Q
We are not here for we are there	G2
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Yes two foul Water Fiends are we	N
Maid of the Moor attend us now	L2
Thy hour's at hand we come for thee	N
The little Fiend Cur said bow wow	L2
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To wind her in her cold cold grave	M2
A Holland sheet a maiden likes	N2
A sheet of water thou shalt have	O2
Such sheets there are in Holland Dykes	N2
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The Fiends approach the Maid did shrink	P2
Swift thro' the night's foul air they spin	C2
They took her to the green well's brink	P2
And with a souse they plump'd her in	C2
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So true the fair so true the youth	Q2
Maids to this day their story tell	Q
And hence the proverb rose that Truth	Q2
Lies in the bottom of a well	Q
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DICK ended TOM and WILL approve'd his strains	R2
And thought his Legend made as good a figure	U
As naturalizing a dull German's brains	R2
Which beget issues in the Heliconian stews	S2
Upon a profligate Tenth Muse	S2
In all the gloomy impotence of vigour	U
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'Twas now the very witching time of night	N
When Prosers yawn Discussion grew diffuse	T2
Argument's carte and tierce were lost outright	N
And they fought loose	T2
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Says WILL quite carelessly the other day	N
As I was lying on my back	A2
In bed	N
I took a fancy in my head	N
Some writings aren't so difficult as people say	N
They are a knack	A2
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What writings whose says TOM raking the cinders	U2
Many cried WILL For instance PETER PINDAR'S	U2
What call you his a knack Yes mind his measure	U
In that lies half the point that gives us pleasure	U
Pooh 'tisn't that DICK cried	N
That has been tried	N
Over and over Bless your souls	U2
'Tis seen in Crazy Tales and twenty things beside	N
His measure is as old as Poles	U2
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Granted cries WILL I know I'm speaking treason	O
For PETER	U
With many a joke and queer conceit doth season	O
His metre	U
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And this I'll say of PETER to his face	U2
As 'twas time past of Vanbrugh writ	N
PETER has often wanted grace	U2
But he has never wanted wit	N
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Yet I will tell you a plain tale	Q
And see how far quaint measure will prevail	Q