How The Babes In The Wood Showed They Couldn't Be Beaten Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDE FGHGIJ KLMLNN OPIPQQ RSTSUU VWXWYY ZA2B2A2C2C2 D2E2F2E2B2B2 E2WG2WH2H2 H2H2I2H2H2H2 J2J2UU

A man of kind and noble mindA
Was H Gustavus HydeB
'Twould be amiss to add to thisC
At present for he diedB
In full possession of his sensesD
The day before my tale commencesE
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One half his gold his four year oldF
Son Paul was known to winG
And Beatrix whose age was sixH
For all the rest came inG
Perceiving which their Uncle Ben didI
A thing that people said was splendidJ
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For by the hand he took them andK
Remarked in accents smoothL
One thing I ask Be mine the taskM
These stricken babes to sootheL
My country home is really charmingN
I'll teach them all the joys of farmingN
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One halcyon week they fished his creekO
And watched him do the choresP
In haylofts hid and shouting slidI
Down sloping cellar doorsP
Because this life to bliss was equalQ
The more distressing is the sequelQ
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Concealing guile beneath a smileR
He took them to a woodS
And with severe and most austereT
Injunctions to be goodS
He left them seated on a gatewayU
And took his own departure straightwayU
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Though much afraid the children stayedV
From ten till nearly eightW
At times they wept at times they sleptX
But never left the gateW
Until the swift suspicion crossed themY
That Uncle Benjamin had lost themY
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Then quite unnerved young Paul observedZ
It's like a dreadful dreamA2
And Uncle Ben has fallen tenB2
Per cent in my esteemA2
Not only did he first usurp usC2
But now he's left us here on purposeC2
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For countless years their childish fearsD2
Have made the reader paleE2
For countless years the public's tearsF2
Have started at the taleE2
For countless years much detestationB2
Has been expressed for their relationB2
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So draw a veil across the daleE2
Where stood that ghastly gateW
No need to tell You know full wellG2
What was their touching fateW
And how with leaves each little dead breastH2
Was covered by a Robin RedbreastH2
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But when they found them on the groundH2
Although their life had ceasedH2
Quite near to Paul there lay a smallI2
White paper neatly creasedH2
Because of lack of any meritH2
B Hyde it ran we disinheritH2
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The Moral If you deeply longJ2
To punish one who's done you wrongJ2
Though in your lifetime fail you mayU
Where there's a will there is a wayU

Guy Wetmore Carryl



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