Tale Vii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKKLM NNOOPQRRSSTUVVWWX YYZZA2A2B2B2C2C2C2 O D2 C2C2NNE2E2OOJJF2F2ZZ OG2G2P IIC2C2 C2C2H2H2NNI2J2C2C2T K2K2L2L2C2 RRZZZ M2 C2C2N2N2OODDO2O2C2C2 NNP2P2ZZDDL2 C2C2C2GGQ2Q2Z C2C2R2R2O2O2ZZC2C2A2 C2C2S2S2T2T2U2U2V2V2 N2N2W2W2 X2 L2L2ZZC2 ZZJ2I2Y2Y2Z2Z2ZZO WC2 WC2 U2U2T2 OTHE WIDOW'S TALE | A |
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To Farmer Moss in Langar Vale came down | B |
His only daughter from her school in town | B |
A tender timid maid who knew not how | C |
To pass a pig sty or to face a cow | C |
Smiling she came with petty talents graced | D |
A fair complexion and a slender waist | D |
Used to spare meals disposed in manner pure | E |
Her father's kitchen she could ill endure | E |
Where by the steaming beef he hungry sat | F |
And laid at once a pound upon his plate | G |
Hot from the field her eager brother seized | H |
An equal part and hunger's rage appeased | H |
The air surcharged with moisture flagg'd around | I |
And the offended damsel sigh'd and frown'd | I |
The swelling fat in lumps conglomerate laid | J |
And fancy's sickness seized the loathing maid | J |
But when the men beside their station took | K |
The maidens with them and with these the cook | K |
When one huge wooden bowl before them stood | L |
Fill'd with huge balls of farinaceous food | M |
With bacon mass saline where never lean | N |
Beneath the brown and bristly rind was seen | N |
When from a single horn the party drew | O |
Their copious draughts of heavy ale and new | O |
When the coarse cloth she saw with many a stain | P |
Soil'd by rude hinds who cut and came again | Q |
She could not breathe but with a heavy sigh | R |
Rein'd the fair neck and shut th' offended eye | R |
She minced the sanguine flesh in frustums fine | S |
And wonder'd much to see the creatures dine | S |
When she resolved her father's heart to move | T |
If hearts of farmers were alive to love | U |
She now entreated by herself to sit | V |
In the small parlour if papa thought fit | V |
And there to dine to read to work alone | W |
'No ' said the Farmer in an angry tone | W |
'These are your school taught airs your mother's | X |
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pride | Y |
Would send you there but I am now your guide | Y |
Arise betimes our early meal prepare | Z |
And this despatch'd let business be your care | Z |
Look to the lasses let there not be one | A2 |
Who lacks attention till her tasks be done | A2 |
In every household work your portion take | B2 |
And what you make not see that others make | B2 |
At leisure times attend the wheel and see | C2 |
The whit'ning web besprinkled on the lea | C2 |
When thus employ'd should our young neighbours | C2 |
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view | O |
A useful lass you may have more to do ' | - |
Dreadful were these commands but worse than | D2 |
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these | C2 |
The parting hint a Farmer could not please | C2 |
'Tis true she had without abhorrence seen | N |
Young Harry Carr when he was smart and clean | N |
But to be married be a farmer's wife | E2 |
A slave a drudge she could not for her life | E2 |
With swimming eyes the fretful nymph withdrew | O |
And deeply sighing to her chamber flew | O |
There on her knees to Heaven she grieving pray'd | J |
For change of prospect to a tortured maid | J |
Harry a youth whose late departed sire | F2 |
Had left him all industrious men require | F2 |
Saw the pale Beauty and her shape and air | Z |
Engaged him much and yet he must forbear | Z |
'For my small farm what can the damsel do ' | - |
He said then stopp'd to take another view | O |
'Pity so sweet a lass will nothing learn | G2 |
Of household cares for what can beauty earn | G2 |
By those small arts which they at school attain | P |
That keep them useless and yet make them vain ' | - |
This luckless Damsel look'd the village round | I |
To find a friend and one was quickly found | I |
A pensive Widow whose mild air and dress | C2 |
Pleased the sad nymph who wish'd her soul's | C2 |
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distress | C2 |
To one so seeming kind confiding to confess | C2 |
'What Lady that ' the anxious lass inquired | H2 |
Who then beheld the one she most admired | H2 |
'Here ' said the Brother 'are no ladies seen | N |
That is a widow dwelling on the Green | N |
A dainty dame who can but barely live | I2 |
On her poor pittance yet contrives to give | J2 |
She happier days has known but seems at ease | C2 |
And you may call her lady if you please | C2 |
But if you wish good sister to improve | T |
You shall see twenty better worth your love ' | - |
These Nancy met but spite of all they taught | K2 |
This useless Widow was the one she sought | K2 |
The father growl'd but said he knew no harm | L2 |
In such connexion that could give alarm | L2 |
'And if we thwart the trifler in her course | C2 |
'Tis odds against us she will take a worse ' | - |
Then met the friends the Widow heard the sigh | R |
That ask'd at once compassion and reply | R |
'Would you my child converse with one so poor | Z |
Yours were the kindness yonder is my door | Z |
And save the time that we in public pray | Z |
From that poor cottage I but rarely stray ' | - |
There went the nymph and made her strong | M2 |
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complaints | C2 |
Painting her woe as injured feeling paints | C2 |
'Oh dearest friend do think how one must feel | N2 |
Shock'd all day long and sicken'd every meal | N2 |
Could you behold our kitchen and to you | O |
A scene so shocking must indeed be new | O |
A mind like yours with true refinement graced | D |
Would let no vulgar scenes pollute your taste | D |
And yet in truth from such a polish'd mind | O2 |
All base ideas must resistance find | O2 |
And sordid pictures from the fancy pass | C2 |
As the breath startles from the polish'd glass | C2 |
'Here you enjoy a sweet romantic scene | N |
Without so pleasant and within so clean | N |
These twining jess'mines what delicious gloom | P2 |
And soothing fragrance yield they to the room | P2 |
What lovely garden there you oft retire | Z |
And tales of woe and tenderness admire | Z |
In that neat case your books in order placed | D |
Soothe the full soul and charm the cultur'd taste | D |
And thus while all about you wears a charm | L2 |
How must you scorn the Farmer and the Farm ' | - |
The Widow smiled and 'Know you not ' said she | C2 |
'How much these farmers scorn or pity me | C2 |
Who see what you admire and laugh at all they see | C2 |
True their opinion alters not my fate | G |
By falsely judging of an humble state | G |
This garden you with such delight behold | Q2 |
Tempts not a feeble dame who dreads the cold | Q2 |
These plants which please so well your livelier | Z |
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sense | C2 |
To mine but little of their sweets dispense | C2 |
Books soon are painful to my failing sight | R2 |
And oftener read from duty than delight | R2 |
Yet let me own that I can sometimes find | O2 |
Both joy and duty in the act combined | O2 |
But view me rightly you will see no more | Z |
Than a poor female willing to be poor | Z |
Happy indeed but not in books nor flowers | C2 |
Not in fair dreams indulged in earlier hours | C2 |
Of never tasted joys such visions shun | A2 |
My youthful friend nor scorn the Farmer's Son ' | - |
'Nay ' said the Damsel nothing pleased to see | C2 |
A friend's advice could like a Father's be | C2 |
'Bless'd in your cottage you must surely smile | S2 |
At those who live in our detested style | S2 |
To my Lucinda's sympathising heart | T2 |
Could I my prospects and my griefs impart | T2 |
She would console me but I dare not show | U2 |
Ills that would wound her tender soul to know | U2 |
And I confess it shocks my pride to tell | V2 |
The secrets of the prison where I dwell | V2 |
For that dear maiden would be shock'd to feel | N2 |
The secrets I should shudder to reveal | N2 |
When told her friend was by a parent ask'd | W2 |
'Fed you the swine ' Good heaven how I am task'd | W2 |
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What can you smile Ah smile not at the grief | X2 |
That woos your pity and demands relief ' | - |
'Trifles my love you take a false alarm | L2 |
Think I beseech you better of the Farm | L2 |
Duties in every state demand your care | Z |
And light are those that will require it there | Z |
Fix on the Youth a favouring eye and these | C2 |
To him pertaining or as his will please ' | - |
'What words ' the Lass replied 'offend my ear | Z |
Try you my patience Can you be sincere | Z |
And am I told a willing hand to give | J2 |
To a rude farmer and with rustics live | I2 |
Far other fate was yours some gentle youth | Y2 |
Admir'd your beauty and avow'd his truth | Y2 |
The power of love prevail'd and freely both | Z2 |
Gave the fond heart and pledged the binding oath | Z2 |
And then the rival's plot the parent's power | Z |
And jealous fears drew on the happy hour | Z |
Ah let not memory lose the blissful view | O |
But fairly show what love has done for you ' | - |
'Agreed my daughter what my heart has known | W |
Of Love's strange power shall be with frankness | C2 |
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shown | W |
But let me warn you that experience finds | C2 |
Few of the scenes that lively hope designs ' | - |
'Mysterious all ' said Nancy 'you I know | U2 |
Have suffered much now deign the grief to show | U2 |
I am your friend and so prepare my heart | T2 |
In all your sorrows to receive a part ' | - |
The Widow answer'd 'I had once like you | O |
George Crabbe
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