Martin-s Puzzle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE A FGFGHIHI A JKJKLMLM NONO P Q Q RSRS TUTUQVQV WXWXYZYZ A2QA2QB2C2B2C2 Q D2E2D2E2G G Q F2G2F2G2QH2QH2I | A |
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There she goes up the street with her book in her hand | B |
And her Good morning Martin Ay lass how d'ye do | C |
Very well thank you Martin I can't understand | B |
I might just as well never have cobbled a shoe | C |
I can't understand it She talks like a song | D |
Her voice takes your ear like the ring of a glass | E |
She seems to give gladness while limping along | D |
Yet sinner ne'er suffer'd like that little lass | E |
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II | A |
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First a fool of a boy ran her down with a cart | F |
Then her fool of a father a blacksmith by trade | G |
Why the deuce does he tell us it half broke his heart | F |
His heart where's the leg of the poor little maid | G |
Well that's not enough they must push her downstairs | H |
To make her go crooked but why count the list | I |
If it's right to suppose that our human affairs | H |
Are all order'd by heaven there bang goes my fist | I |
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III | A |
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For if angels can look on such sights never mind | J |
When you're next to blaspheming it's best to be mum | K |
The parson declares that her woes weren't designed | J |
But then with the parson it's all kingdom come | K |
Lose a leg save a soul a convenient text | L |
I call it Tea doctrine not savouring of God | M |
When poor little Molly wants 'chastening ' why next | L |
The Archangel Michael might taste of the rod | M |
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IV | - |
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But to see the poor darling go limping for miles | N |
To read books to sick people and just of an age | O |
When girls learn the meaning of ribands and smiles | N |
Makes me feel like a squirrel that turns in a cage | O |
The more I push thinking the more I revolve | - |
I never get farther and as to her face | P |
It starts up when near on my puzzle I solve | - |
And says 'This crush'd body seems such a sad case ' | - |
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V | - |
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Not that she's for complaining she reads to earn pence | Q |
And from those who can't pay simple thanks are enough | - |
Does she leave lamentation for chaps without sense | Q |
Howsoever she's made up of wonderful stuff | - |
Ay the soul in her body must be a stout cord | R |
She sings little hymns at the close of the day | S |
Though she has but three fingers to lift to the Lord | R |
And only one leg to kneel down with to pray | S |
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VI | - |
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What I ask is Why persecute such a poor dear | T |
If there's Law above all Answer that if you can | U |
Irreligious I'm not but I look on this sphere | T |
As a place where a man should just think like a man | U |
It isn't fair dealing But contrariwise | Q |
Do bullets in battle the wicked select | V |
Why then it's all chance work And yet in her eyes | Q |
She holds a fixed something by which I am checked | V |
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VII | - |
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Yonder riband of sunshine aslope on the wall | W |
If you eye it a minute 'll have the same look | X |
So kind and so merciful God of us all | W |
It's the very same lesson we get from the Book | X |
Then is Life but a trial Is that what is meant | Y |
Some must toil and some perish for others below | Z |
The injustice to each spreads a common content | Y |
Ay I've lost it again for it can't be quite so | Z |
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VIII | - |
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She's the victim of fools that seems nearer the mark | A2 |
On earth there are engines and numerous fools | Q |
Why the Lord can permit them we're still in the dark | A2 |
He does and in some sort of way they're His tools | Q |
It's a roundabout way with respect let me add | B2 |
If Molly goes crippled that we may be taught | C2 |
But perhaps it's the only way though it's so bad | B2 |
In that case we'll bow down our heads as we ought | C2 |
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IX | Q |
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But the worst of ME is that when I bow my head | D2 |
I perceive a thought wriggling away in the dust | E2 |
And I follow its tracks quite forgetful instead | D2 |
Of humble acceptance for question I must | E2 |
Here's a creature made carefully carefully made | G |
Put together with craft and then stamped on and why | - |
The answer seems nowhere it's discord that's played | G |
The sky's a blue dish an implacable sky | - |
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X | Q |
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Stop a moment I seize an idea from the pit | F2 |
They tell us that discord though discord alone | G2 |
Can be harmony when the notes properly fit | F2 |
Am I judging all things from a single false tone | G2 |
Is the Universe one immense Organ that rolls | Q |
From devils to angels I'm blind with the sight | H2 |
It pours such a splendour on heaps of poor souls | Q |
I might try at kneeling with Molly to night | H2 |
George Meredith
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