The Poor Of The Borough. Letter Xx: Ellen Orford Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'No charms she now can boast ' 'tis true	A
But other charmers wither too	A
'And she is old ' the fact I know	B
And old will other heroines grow	B
But not like them has she been laid	C
In ruin'd castle sore dismay'd	C
Where naughty man and ghostly spright	C
Fill'd her pure mind with awe and dread	C
Stalk'd round the room put out the light	C
And shook the curtains round her bed	C
No cruel uncle kept her land	C
No tyrant father forced her hand	C
She had no vixen virgin aunt	C
Without whose aid she could not eat	C
And yet who poison'd all her meat	C
With gibe and sneer and taunt	C
Yet of the heroine she'd a share	D
She saved a lover from despair	D
And granted all his wish in spite	C
Of what she knew and felt was right	C
But heroine then no more	E
She own'd the fault and wept and pray'd	C
And humbly took the parish aid	C
And dwelt among the poor	F
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OBSERVE yon tenement apart and small	G
Where the wet pebbles shine upon the wall	G
Where the low benches lean beside the door	E
And the red paling bounds the space before	E
Where thrift and lavender and lad's love bloom	H
That humble dwelling is the widow's home	I
There live a pair for various fortunes known	J
But the blind EUen will relate her own	J
Yet ere we hear the story she can tell	K
On prouder sorrows let us briefly dwell	K
I've often marvell'd when by night by day	C
I've mark'd the manners moving in my way	C
And heard the language and beheld the lives	L
Of lass and lover goddesses and wives	M
That books which promise much of life to give	N
Should show so little how we truly live	O
To me it seems their females and their men	P
Are but the creatures of the author's pen	P
Nay creatures borrow'd and again convey'd	C
From book to book the shadows of a shade	C
Life if they'd search would show them many a	Q
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change	R
The ruin sudden and the misery strange	R
With more of grievous base and dreadful things	S
Than novelists relate or poet sings	S
But they who ought to look the world around	C
Spy out a single spot in fairy ground	C
Where all in turn ideal forms behold	C
And plots are laid and histories are told	C
Time have I lent I would their debt were less	T
To flow'ry pages of sublime distress	T
And to the heroine's soul distracting fears	U
I early gave my sixpences and tears	V
Oft have I travell'd in these tender tales	W
To Darnley Cottages and Maple Vales	W
And watch'd the fair one from the first born sigh	X
When Henry pass'd and gazed in passing by	X
Till I beheld them pacing in the park	Y
Close by a coppice where 'twas cold and dark	Y
When such affection with such fate appear'd	C
Want and a father to be shunn'd and fear'd	C
Without employment prospect cot or cash	Z
That I have judged th' heroic souls were rash	Z
Now shifts the scene the fair in tower	A2
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confined	C
In all things suffers but in change of mind	C
Now woo'd by greatness to a bed of state	C
Now deeply threaten'd with a dungeon's grate	C
Till suffering much and being tried enough	B2
She shines triumphant maid temptation proof	C2
Then was I led to vengeful monks who mix	D2
With nymphs and swains and play unpriestly tricks	D2
Then view'd banditti who in forest wide	C
And cavern vast indignant virgins hide	C
Who hemm'd with bands of sturdiest rogues about	C
Find some strange succour and come virgins out	C
I've watch'd a wint'ry night on castle walls	E2
I've stalk'd by moonlight through deserted halls	E2
And when the weary world was sunk to rest	C
I've had such sights as may not be express'd	C
Lo that chateau the western tower decay'd	C
The peasants shun it they are all afraid	C
For there was done a deed could walls reveal	F2
Or timbers tell it how the heart would feel	F2
Most horrid was it for behold the floor	E
Has stain of blood and will be clean no more	E
Hark to the winds which through the wide saloon	G2
And the long passage send a dismal tune	G2
Music that ghosts delight in and now heed	C
Yon beauteous nymph who must unmask the deed	C
See with majestic sweep she swims alone	J
Through rooms all dreary guided by a groan	J
Though windows rattle and though tap'stries shake	H2
And the feet falter every step they take	H2
'Mid moans and gibing sprights she silent goes	I2
To find a something which will soon expose	I2
The villanies and wiles of her determined foes	I2
And having thus adventured thus endured	C
Fame wealth and lover are for life secured	C
Much have I fear'd but am no more afraid	C
When some chaste beauty by some wretch betray'd	C
Is drawn away with such distracted speed	C
That she anticipates a dreadful deed	C
Not so do I Let solid walls impound	C
The captive fair and dig a moat around	C
Let there be brazen locks and bars of steel	F2
And keepers cruel such as never feel	F2
With not a single note the purse supply	X
And when she begs let men and maids deny	X
Be windows those from which she dares not fall	G
And help so distant 'tis in vain to call	G
Still means of freedom will some power devise	J2
And from the baffled ruffian snatch his prize	J2
To Northern Wales in some sequester'd spot	C
I've follow'd fair Louisa to her cot	C
Where then a wretched and deserted bride	C
The injur'd fair one wished from man to hide	C
Till by her fond repenting Belville found	C
By some kind chance the straying of a hound	C
He at her feet craved mercy nor in vain	K2
For the relenting dove flew back again	P
There's something rapturous in distress or oh	B
Could Clementina bear her lot of woe	B
Or what she underwent could maiden undergoe	H2
The day was fix'd for so the lover sigh'd	C
So knelt and craved he couldn't be denied	C
When tale most dreadful every hope adieu	C
For the fond lover is the brother too	C
All other griefs abate this monstrous grief	L2
Has no remission comfort or relief	L2
Four ample volumes through each page disclose	I2
Good Heaven protect us only woes on woes	I2
Till some strange means afford a sudden view	C
Of some vile plot and every woe adieu	C
Now should we grant these beauties all endure	M2
Severest pangs they've still the speediest cure	M2
Before one charm be withered from the face	N2
Except the bloom which shall again have place	N2
In wedlock ends each wish in triumph all disgrace	N2
And life to come we fairly may suppose	I2
One light bright contrast to these wild dark woes	I2
These let us leave and at her sorrows look	H2
Too often seen but seldom in a book	H2
Let her who felt relate them on her chair	D
The heroine sits in former years the fair	D
Now aged and poor but Ellen Orford knows	I2
That we should humbly take what Heaven bestows	I2
'My father died again my mother wed	C
And found the comforts of her life were fled	C
Her angry husband vex'd through half his years	U
By loss and troubles filled her soul with fears	U
Their children many and 'twas my poor place	N2
To nurse and wait on all the infant race	N2
Labour and hunger were indeed my part	C
And should have strengthen'd an erroneous heart	C
'Sore was the grief to see him angry come	O2
And teased with business make distress at home	I
The father's fury and the children's cries	J2
I soon could bear but not my mother's sighs	J2
For she look'd back on comforts and would say	C
'I wrong'd thee Ellen ' and then turn away	C
Thus for my age's good my youth was tried	C
And this my fortune till my mother died	C
'So amid sorrow much and little cheer	P2
A common case I pass'd my twentieth year	P2
For these are frequent evils thousands share	D
An equal grief the like domestic care	D
'Then in my days of bloom of health and youth	Q2
One much above me vow'd his love and truth	Q2
We often met he dreading to be seen	R2
And much I question'd what such dread might mean	R2
Yet I believed him true my simple heart	C
And undirected reason took his part	C
'Can he who loves me whom I love deceive	S2
Can I such wrong of one so kind believe	S2
Who lives but in my smile who trembles when I	X
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grieve	S2
'He dared not marry but we met to prove	T2
What sad encroachments and deceits has love	U2
Weak that I was when he rebuked withdrew	C
I let him see that I was wretched too	C
When less my caution I had still the pain	K2
Of his or mine own weakness to complain	K2
'Happy the lovers class'd alike in life	V2
Or happier yet the rich endowing	H2

George Crabbe

The Poor Of The Borough. Letter Xx: Ellen Orford Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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