How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFHIJIJ KGKGLMLM NONOPMPM QRSRTUTU VVVVWVWV VVVVXYXV VVVVVZVZ A2A2B2B2PP| In days of old the King of Saxe | A |
| Had singular opinions | B |
| For with a weighty battle axe | A |
| He brutalized his minions | B |
| And when he'd nothing to employ | C |
| His mind he chose a village | D |
| And with an air of savage joy | C |
| Delivered it to pillage | E |
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| But what aroused within his breast | F |
| A rage well nigh primeval | G |
| Was most of all his daughter dressed | F |
| In fashion medi val | H |
| The gowns that pleased this maiden's eye | I |
| Were simple as Utopia | J |
| And for a hat she had a high | I |
| Inverted cornucopia | J |
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| In all her life she'd never smiled | K |
| Her sadness was abysmal | G |
| The boisterous monarch found his child | K |
| Unutterably dismal | G |
| He therefore said the prince who made | L |
| Her laughter from its shell come | M |
| Besides in ducats being paid | L |
| Might wed the girl and welcome | M |
| - | |
| I ought to say ere I forget | N |
| She was uncommon comely | O |
| Who ever read a Grimm tale yet | N |
| In which the girl was homely | O |
| And so the King's announcement drew | P |
| Nine princes in a column | M |
| But all in vain The princess grew | P |
| If anything more solemn | M |
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| One read her Innocents Abroad | Q |
| The next wore clothes eccentric | R |
| The third one swallowed half his sword | S |
| As in the circus tent trick | R |
| Thus eight of them into her cool | T |
| Reserve but deeper shoved her | U |
| There was but one authentic fool | T |
| The prince who really loved her | U |
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| He'd alternate between the height | V |
| Of hope and deep abasement | V |
| He caught distressing colds at night | V |
| By watching 'neath her casement | V |
| He did what I have done I know | W |
| And you I do not doubt it | V |
| Instead of bottling up his woe | W |
| He bored his friends about it | V |
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| In brooding on the ways of Fate | V |
| Long hours he daily wasted | V |
| His food remained upon his plate | V |
| 'Twas scarcely touched or tasted | V |
| He said the bitter things of love | X |
| All lovers save a few say | Y |
| And learned by heart the verses of | X |
| Swinburne and A de Musset | V |
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| This attitude his wished for bride | V |
| To silent laughter goaded | V |
| Until he talked of suicide | V |
| And then the girl exploded | V |
| You make me laugh and so she said | V |
| I'll marry you next season | Z |
| Not half the people who are wed | V |
| Have half so good a reason | Z |
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| - | |
| The Moral The deliberate clown | A2 |
| Can never beat love's barriers down | A2 |
| 'Tis better to be like the owl | B2 |
| Comic because so grave a fowl | B2 |
| From him we well may take our cue | P |
| By him be taught to wit to woo | P |
Guy Wetmore Carryl
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