Tim Bluster's Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GHII FFJJ KKFF LLBB MMNN FFJJ OPQQ RRJJ STUU

'Twas a place of fifty acres in a lonely neighborhoodA
And near a grove of somber pines the shackly farm house stoodA
And all the folks for miles around did solemnly declareB
That ghosts and goblins horrible held nightly revel thereB
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They said the house was hanted and that not a man aliveC
In all the country round about could own the place and thriveC
That the cattle died with fever and the hogs the cholera tookD
And every one that tried it wore a mighty troubled lookD
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But they put it up at auction and Tim Bluster bid the mostE
Who always said There want no hants nor any kind of ghostE
That ever walked a graveyard in the middle of the nightF
Could make his nerves unsteady or could fill him with affrightF
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So Tim got full possession and he moved out to his homeG
And the first night as he sat there within his room aloneH
The door was softly opened and a cat came walking inI
With eyes like balls of fire and a coat as black as sinI
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Then squatting on its haunches it said in tones politeF
There seems to be but two of us to stay in here to nightF
Tim muttered in a trembling voice as for the door he runJ
Perhaps you think there will be two but darn me there's but oneJ
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Tim staid away the blessed night but when the daylight cameK
It brought him back his courage and it filled him full of shameK
And then he said unto himself There wasn't any catF
Could make him leave that room again he'd bet his life on thatF
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So when the shades of evening fell Tim double barred the doorL
And took precautions that perhaps he hadn't night beforeL
And felt quite sure that nothing now could gain admittance thereB
And peacefully he dozed and slept a sitting in his chairB
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Then all at once he roused himself and opening wide his eyesM
Beheld a figure standing there that made his hair ariseM
Like quills upon a porcupine and froze his heart with fearN
And headless though it was it spoke and said in accents clearN
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There seems to be but two of us to stay in here to nightF
Tim made a bound and took with him the sash and every lightF
And then he jumped a nine rail fence and down the road he spunJ
And said Perhaps he thinks there's two but darn me there's but oneJ
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'Twas seven miles before he stopped and sat down on a logO
To catch his breath and rest awhile from his nocturnal jogP
And then he turned his head around and right before his faceQ
The figure stood and said to him I think we've had a raceQ
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Tim tried to speak and not a word he found to utter thenR
But as he jumped from off his seat and broke away againR
He spluttered out I know we have but think it's not quite doneJ
For you can bet right now's the time we'll have another oneJ
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Away Tim flew he left the road and through the woods and fieldsS
The pace he set was wonderful the ghost right at his heelsT
And that old house is tenantless and slowly rotting downU
Since that dread night Tim had his dream and moved right back to townU

George W. Doneghy



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