Riddles Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCBBDDEEFF A GGHHGII JKLLJMM N A EEOO P QQ QQ QQ RR PP| I | A |
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| I have only one foot but thousands of toes | B |
| My one foot stands well but never goes | B |
| I've a good many arms if you count them all | C |
| But hundreds of fingers large and small | C |
| From the ends of my fingers my beauty grows | B |
| I breathe with my hair and I drink with my toes | B |
| I grow bigger and bigger about the waist | D |
| Although I am always very tight laced | D |
| None e'er saw me eat I've no mouth to bite | E |
| Yet I eat all day and digest all night | E |
| In the summer with song I shake and quiver | F |
| But in winter I fast and groan and shiver | F |
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| II | A |
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| There is a plough that hath no share | G |
| Only a coulter that parteth fair | G |
| But the ridges they rise | H |
| To a terrible size | H |
| Or ever the coulter comes near to tear | G |
| The horses and ridges fierce battle make | I |
| The horses are safe but the plough may break | I |
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| Seed cast in its furrows or green or sear | J |
| Will lift to the sun neither blade nor ear | K |
| Down it drops plumb | L |
| Where no spring times come | L |
| Nor needeth it any harrowing gear | J |
| Wheat nor poppy nor blade has been found | M |
| Able to grow on the naked ground | M |
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| FOR MY GRANDCHILD | N |
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| III | A |
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| Who is it that sleeps like a top all night | E |
| And wakes in the morning so fresh and bright | E |
| That he breaks his bed as he gets up | O |
| And leaves it smashed like a china cup | O |
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| IV | P |
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| I've a very long nose but what of that | Q |
| It is not too long to lie on a mat | Q |
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| I have very big jaws but never get fat | Q |
| I don't go to church and I'm not a church rat | Q |
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| I've a mouth in my middle my food goes in at | Q |
| Just like a skate's that's a fish that's a flat | Q |
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| In summer I'm seldom able to breathe | R |
| But when winter his blades in ice doth sheathe | R |
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| I swell my one lung I look big and I puff | P |
| And I sometimes hiss There that's enough | P |
George Macdonald
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