Tale Vii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE WIDOW'S TALEA
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To Farmer Moss in Langar Vale came downB
His only daughter from her school in townB
A tender timid maid who knew not howC
To pass a pig sty or to face a cowC
Smiling she came with petty talents gracedD
A fair complexion and a slender waistD
Used to spare meals disposed in manner pureE
Her father's kitchen she could ill endureE
Where by the steaming beef he hungry satF
And laid at once a pound upon his plateG
Hot from the field her eager brother seizedH
An equal part and hunger's rage appeasedH
The air surcharged with moisture flagg'd aroundI
And the offended damsel sigh'd and frown'dI
The swelling fat in lumps conglomerate laidJ
And fancy's sickness seized the loathing maidJ
But when the men beside their station tookK
The maidens with them and with these the cookK
When one huge wooden bowl before them stoodL
Fill'd with huge balls of farinaceous foodM
With bacon mass saline where never leanN
Beneath the brown and bristly rind was seenN
When from a single horn the party drewO
Their copious draughts of heavy ale and newO
When the coarse cloth she saw with many a stainP
Soil'd by rude hinds who cut and came againQ
She could not breathe but with a heavy sighR
Rein'd the fair neck and shut th' offended eyeR
She minced the sanguine flesh in frustums fineS
And wonder'd much to see the creatures dineS
When she resolved her father's heart to moveT
If hearts of farmers were alive to loveU
She now entreated by herself to sitV
In the small parlour if papa thought fitV
And there to dine to read to work aloneW
'No ' said the Farmer in an angry toneW
'These are your school taught airs your mother'sX
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prideY
Would send you there but I am now your guideY
Arise betimes our early meal prepareZ
And this despatch'd let business be your careZ
Look to the lasses let there not be oneA2
Who lacks attention till her tasks be doneA2
In every household work your portion takeB2
And what you make not see that others makeB2
At leisure times attend the wheel and seeC2
The whit'ning web besprinkled on the leaC2
When thus employ'd should our young neighboursC2
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viewO
A useful lass you may have more to do '-
Dreadful were these commands but worse thanD2
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theseC2
The parting hint a Farmer could not pleaseC2
'Tis true she had without abhorrence seenN
Young Harry Carr when he was smart and cleanN
But to be married be a farmer's wifeE2
A slave a drudge she could not for her lifeE2
With swimming eyes the fretful nymph withdrewO
And deeply sighing to her chamber flewO
There on her knees to Heaven she grieving pray'dJ
For change of prospect to a tortured maidJ
Harry a youth whose late departed sireF2
Had left him all industrious men requireF2
Saw the pale Beauty and her shape and airZ
Engaged him much and yet he must forbearZ
'For my small farm what can the damsel do '-
He said then stopp'd to take another viewO
'Pity so sweet a lass will nothing learnG2
Of household cares for what can beauty earnG2
By those small arts which they at school attainP
That keep them useless and yet make them vain '-
This luckless Damsel look'd the village roundI
To find a friend and one was quickly foundI
A pensive Widow whose mild air and dressC2
Pleased the sad nymph who wish'd her soul'sC2
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distressC2
To one so seeming kind confiding to confessC2
'What Lady that ' the anxious lass inquiredH2
Who then beheld the one she most admiredH2
'Here ' said the Brother 'are no ladies seenN
That is a widow dwelling on the GreenN
A dainty dame who can but barely liveI2
On her poor pittance yet contrives to giveJ2
She happier days has known but seems at easeC2
And you may call her lady if you pleaseC2
But if you wish good sister to improveT
You shall see twenty better worth your love '-
These Nancy met but spite of all they taughtK2
This useless Widow was the one she soughtK2
The father growl'd but said he knew no harmL2
In such connexion that could give alarmL2
'And if we thwart the trifler in her courseC2
'Tis odds against us she will take a worse '-
Then met the friends the Widow heard the sighR
That ask'd at once compassion and replyR
'Would you my child converse with one so poorZ
Yours were the kindness yonder is my doorZ
And save the time that we in public prayZ
From that poor cottage I but rarely stray '-
There went the nymph and made her strongM2
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complaintsC2
Painting her woe as injured feeling paintsC2
'Oh dearest friend do think how one must feelN2
Shock'd all day long and sicken'd every mealN2
Could you behold our kitchen and to youO
A scene so shocking must indeed be newO
A mind like yours with true refinement gracedD
Would let no vulgar scenes pollute your tasteD
And yet in truth from such a polish'd mindO2
All base ideas must resistance findO2
And sordid pictures from the fancy passC2
As the breath startles from the polish'd glassC2
'Here you enjoy a sweet romantic sceneN
Without so pleasant and within so cleanN
These twining jess'mines what delicious gloomP2
And soothing fragrance yield they to the roomP2
What lovely garden there you oft retireZ
And tales of woe and tenderness admireZ
In that neat case your books in order placedD
Soothe the full soul and charm the cultur'd tasteD
And thus while all about you wears a charmL2
How must you scorn the Farmer and the Farm '-
The Widow smiled and 'Know you not ' said sheC2
'How much these farmers scorn or pity meC2
Who see what you admire and laugh at all they seeC2
True their opinion alters not my fateG
By falsely judging of an humble stateG
This garden you with such delight beholdQ2
Tempts not a feeble dame who dreads the coldQ2
These plants which please so well your livelierZ
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senseC2
To mine but little of their sweets dispenseC2
Books soon are painful to my failing sightR2
And oftener read from duty than delightR2
Yet let me own that I can sometimes findO2
Both joy and duty in the act combinedO2
But view me rightly you will see no moreZ
Than a poor female willing to be poorZ
Happy indeed but not in books nor flowersC2
Not in fair dreams indulged in earlier hoursC2
Of never tasted joys such visions shunA2
My youthful friend nor scorn the Farmer's Son '-
'Nay ' said the Damsel nothing pleased to seeC2
A friend's advice could like a Father's beC2
'Bless'd in your cottage you must surely smileS2
At those who live in our detested styleS2
To my Lucinda's sympathising heartT2
Could I my prospects and my griefs impartT2
She would console me but I dare not showU2
Ills that would wound her tender soul to knowU2
And I confess it shocks my pride to tellV2
The secrets of the prison where I dwellV2
For that dear maiden would be shock'd to feelN2
The secrets I should shudder to revealN2
When told her friend was by a parent ask'dW2
'Fed you the swine ' Good heaven how I am task'dW2
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What can you smile Ah smile not at the griefX2
That woos your pity and demands relief '-
'Trifles my love you take a false alarmL2
Think I beseech you better of the FarmL2
Duties in every state demand your careZ
And light are those that will require it thereZ
Fix on the Youth a favouring eye and theseC2
To him pertaining or as his will please '-
'What words ' the Lass replied 'offend my earZ
Try you my patience Can you be sincereZ
And am I told a willing hand to giveJ2
To a rude farmer and with rustics liveI2
Far other fate was yours some gentle youthY2
Admir'd your beauty and avow'd his truthY2
The power of love prevail'd and freely bothZ2
Gave the fond heart and pledged the binding oathZ2
And then the rival's plot the parent's powerZ
And jealous fears drew on the happy hourZ
Ah let not memory lose the blissful viewO
But fairly show what love has done for you '-
'Agreed my daughter what my heart has knownW
Of Love's strange power shall be with franknessC2
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shownW
But let me warn you that experience findsC2
Few of the scenes that lively hope designs '-
'Mysterious all ' said Nancy 'you I knowU2
Have suffered much now deign the grief to showU2
I am your friend and so prepare my heartT2
In all your sorrows to receive a part '-
The Widow answer'd 'I had once like youO

George Crabbe



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