The Donkey In The Cart To The Horse In The Carriage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBB A BBCC A DDEE F GGHH F IIJJ F KKLL F MMNN F OOPP L FFMM L FFFF F BBQQ F RRII F SSCCI | A |
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I say hey cousin there I mustn't call you brother | B |
Yet you have a tail behind and I have another | B |
You pull and I pull though we don't pull together | B |
You have less hardship and I have more weather | B |
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II | A |
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Your legs are long mine are short I am lean you are fatter | B |
Your step is bold and free mine goes pitter patter | B |
Your head is in the air and mine hangs down like lead | C |
But then my two great ears are so heavy on my head | C |
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III | A |
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You need not whisk your stump nor turn away your nose | D |
Poor donkeys ain't so stupid as rich horses may suppose | D |
I could feed in any manger just as well as you | E |
Though I don't despise a thistle with sauce of dust and dew | E |
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IV | F |
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T'other day a bishop's cob stopped before me in a lane | G |
With a tail as broad as oil cake and a close clipped hoggy mane | G |
I stood sideways to the hedge but he did not want to pass | H |
And he was so full of corn he didn't care about the grass | H |
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V | F |
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Quoth the cob You are a donkey of a most peculiar breed | I |
You've just eaten up a thistle that was going fast to seed | I |
If you had but let it be you might have raised a crop | J |
To many a coming dinner you have put a sad stop | J |
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VI | F |
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I told him I was hungry and to leave one of ten | K |
Would have spoiled my best dinner the one I wanted then | K |
Said the cob I ought to know the truth about dinners | L |
I don't eat on roadsides like poor tramping sinners | L |
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VII | F |
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Why don't you take it easy You are working much too hard | M |
In the shafts you'll die one day if you're not upon your guard | M |
Have pity on your friends work seems to you delectable | N |
But believe me such a cart excuse me 's not respectable | N |
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VIII | F |
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I told him I must trot in the shafts where I was put | O |
Nor look round at the cart but set foremost my best foot | O |
It was rather rickety and the axle wanted oil | P |
But I always slept at night with the deep sleep of toil | P |
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IX | L |
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All very fine he said to wag your ears and parley | F |
And pretend you quite despise my bellyfuls of barley | F |
But with blows and with starving and with labour over hard | M |
By spurs a week will see you in the knacker's yard | M |
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X | L |
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I thanked him for his counsel and said I thought I'd take it really | F |
If he'd spare me half a feed out of four feeds daily | F |
He tossed his head at that Now don't be cheeky said he | F |
When I find I'm getting fat I'll think of you keep steady | F |
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XI | F |
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Good bye I said and say for you are such another | B |
Why now I look at you I see you are his brother | B |
Yes thank you for your kick 'twas all that you could spare | Q |
For sure they clip and singe you very very bare | Q |
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XII | F |
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My cart it is upsets you but in that cart behind | R |
There's no dirt or rubbish no bags of gold or wind | R |
There's potatoes there and wine and corn and mustard seed | I |
And a good can of milk and some honey too indeed | I |
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XIII | F |
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Few blows I get some hay and of water many a draught | S |
I tell you he's no coster that sits upon my shaft | S |
And for the knacker's yard that's not my destined bed | C |
No donkey ever yet saw himself there lying dead | C |
George Macdonald
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