With Dickens Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJKLK JCMCDNON PQPQRSTU DGVGJMWM XYJYBGJG DZEA2B2JZJ C2B2ZB2JD2JD2 JZB2ZZE2F2E2 JB2G2B2H2JH2J I2B2B2B2J2B2H2B2 B2B2B2B2JJGJ GGB2GZJC2J JJJJGB2KB2 B2K2L2K2M2ZNZ ZB2ZB2GGJG GB2B2B2B2C2ZC2 GH2JH2GH2SH2 B2GN2ZB2GVG N2JJJJGI2G B2B2JB2B2B2B2B2 B2O2XO2K2XH2X GB2B2B2P2JGJ JC2B2C2ZXXXB2H2B2H2J GL2G JB2DB2JGH2G GGH2GB2B2GB2GC2GC2ZB 2Q2B2 C2JE2JB2GGG GJGJR2B2H2B2 JB2N2B2B2B2JB2 S2T2JU2H2B2V2B2 C2B2JIn Windsor Terrace number four | A |
I ve taken my abode | B |
A little crescent from the street | C |
A bight from City Road | B |
And hard up and in exile I | D |
To many fancies yield | E |
For it was here Micawber lived | F |
And David Copperfield | E |
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A bed a table and a chair | G |
A bottle and a cup | H |
The landlord s waiting even now | I |
For something to turn up | H |
The landlady is spiritless | J |
They both seem tired of life | K |
They cannot fight the battle like | L |
Micawber and his wife | K |
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But in the little open space | J |
That lies back from the street | C |
The same old ancient shabby clerk | M |
Is sitting on a seat | C |
The same sad characters go by | D |
The ragged children play | N |
And things have very little changed | O |
Since Dickens passed away | N |
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Some seek religion in their grief | P |
And some for friendship yearn | Q |
Some fly to liquor for relief | P |
But I to Dickens turn | Q |
I find him ever fresh and new | R |
His lesson ever plain | S |
And every line that Dickens wrote | T |
I ve read and read again | U |
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The tavern s just across the wye | D |
And frowsy women there | G |
Are gossiping and drinking gin | V |
And twisting up their hair | G |
And grubby girls go past at times | J |
And furtive gentry lurk | M |
I don t think anyone has died | W |
Since Dickens did his work | M |
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There s Jingle Tigg and Chevy Slyme | X |
And Weevle whom you will | Y |
And hard up virtue proudly slinks | J |
Into the pawnshop still | Y |
Go east a bit from City Road | B |
And all the rest are there | G |
A friendly whistle might produce | J |
A Chicken anywhere | G |
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My favourite author s heroes I | D |
Should love but somehow can t | Z |
I don t like David Copperfield | E |
As much as David s Aunt | A2 |
And it may be because my mind | B2 |
Has been in many fogs | J |
I don t like Nicholas Nickleby | Z |
So well as Newman Noggs | J |
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I don t like Richard Carstone Pip | C2 |
Or Martin Chuzzlewit | B2 |
And for the rich and fatherly | Z |
I scarcely care a bit | B2 |
The honest sober clods are bores | J |
Who cannot suffer much | D2 |
And with the Esther Summersons | J |
I never was in touch | D2 |
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The Charleys and the haggard wives | J |
Kind hearts in poverty | Z |
And yes the Lizzie Hexams too | B2 |
Are very near to me | Z |
But men like Brothers Cheeryble | Z |
And Madeline Bray divine | E2 |
And Nell and Little Dorrit live | F2 |
In a better world than mine | E2 |
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The Nicklebys and Copperfields | J |
They do not stand the test | B2 |
And in my heart I don t believe | G2 |
That Dickens loved them best | B2 |
I can t admire their ways and talk | H2 |
I do not like their looks | J |
Those selfish injured sticks that stalk | H2 |
Through all the Master s books | J |
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They re mostly selfish in their love | I2 |
And selfish in their hate | B2 |
They marry Dora Spenlows too | B2 |
While Agnes Wickfields wait | B2 |
And back they come to poor Tom Pinch | J2 |
When hard up for a friend | B2 |
They come to wrecks like Newman Nogga | H2 |
To help them in the end | B2 |
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And well maybe I am unjust | B2 |
And maybe I forget | B2 |
Some of us marry dolls and jilt | B2 |
Our Agnes Wickfields yet | B2 |
We seek our friends when fortune frowns | J |
It has been ever thus | J |
And we neglect Joe Gargery | G |
When fortune smiles on us | J |
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They get some rich old grandfather | G |
Or aunt to see them through | G |
And you can trace self interest | B2 |
In nearly all they do | G |
And scoundrels like Ralph Nickleby | Z |
In spite of all their crimes | J |
And crawlers like Uriah Heep | C2 |
Told bitter truths at times | J |
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But yes I love the vagabonds | J |
And failures from the ranks | J |
And hard old files with hidden hearts | J |
Like Wemmick and like Pancks | J |
And Jaggers had his poor dreams too | G |
And fond hopes like the rest | B2 |
But somehow somehow all my life | K |
I ve loved Dick Swiveller best | B2 |
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But let us peep at Snagsby first | B2 |
As softly he lays down | K2 |
Beside the bed of dying Joe | L2 |
Another half a crown | K2 |
And Nemo s wretched pauper grave | M2 |
But we can let them be | Z |
For Joe has said to Heaven They | N |
Wos werry good to me | Z |
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And Wemmick with his aged P | Z |
No doubt has his reward | B2 |
And Jaggers hardest nut of all | Z |
Will be judged by the Lord | B2 |
And Pancks the rent collecting screw | G |
With laurels on his brow | G |
Is loved by all the bleeding hearts | J |
In Bleeding Heart Yard now | G |
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Tom Pinch is very happy now | G |
And Magwitch is at rest | B2 |
And Newman Noggs again might hold | B2 |
His head up with the best | B2 |
Micawber too when all is said | B2 |
Drank bravely Sorrow s cup | C2 |
Micawber worked to right them all | Z |
And something did turn up | C2 |
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How do John Edward Nandy Sir | G |
And Plornish get along | H2 |
Why if the old man is in voice | J |
We ll hear him pipe a song | H2 |
We ll have a look at Baptiste too | G |
While still the night is young | H2 |
With Mrs Plornish to explain | S |
In the Italian tongue | H2 |
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Before we go we ll ask about | B2 |
Poor young John Chivery | G |
There never was a gentleman | N2 |
In all his family | Z |
His hopeless love his broken heart | B2 |
But to his rival true | G |
He came of Nature s gentlemen | V |
But young John never knew | G |
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We ll pass the little midshipman | N2 |
With heart that swells and fills | J |
Where Captain Ed ard Cuttle waits | J |
For Wal r and Sol Gills | J |
Jack Bunsby stands by what he says | J |
Which isn t very clear | G |
And Toots with his own hopeless love | I2 |
As true as any here | G |
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And who that read has never felt | B2 |
The sorrow that it cost | B2 |
When Captain Cuttle read the news | J |
The Son and Heir was lost | B2 |
And who that read has not rejoiced | B2 |
With him and Heart s Delight | B2 |
And felt as Captain Cuttle felt | B2 |
When Wal r came that night | B2 |
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And yonder with a broken heart | B2 |
That people thought was stone | O2 |
Deserted in his ruined home | X |
Poor Dombey sits alone | O2 |
Who has not gulped a something down | K2 |
Whose eye has not grown dim | X |
While feeling glad for Dombey s sake | H2 |
When Florence came to him | X |
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A stately house in Lincolnshire | G |
The scene is bleak and cold | B2 |
The footsteps on the terrace sound | B2 |
To night at Chesney Wold | B2 |
One who loved honour wife and truth | P2 |
If nothing else besides | J |
Along the dreary Avenue | G |
Sir Leicester Dedlock rides | J |
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We ll go round by Poll Sweedlepipe s | J |
The bird and barber shop | C2 |
If Sairey Gamp is so dispoged | B2 |
We ll send her up a drop | C2 |
We ll cross High Holborn to the Bull | Z |
And if he cares to come | X |
By streets that are not closed to him | X |
We ll see Dick Swiveller home | X |
He s looking rather glum to night | B2 |
The why I will not ask | H2 |
No matter how we act the goat | B2 |
We mostly wear a mask | H2 |
Some wear a mask to hide the false | J |
And some the good and true | G |
I wouldn t be surprised to know | L2 |
Mark Tapley wore one too | G |
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We wear a mask called cheerfulness | J |
While feeling sad inside | B2 |
And men like Dombey who was shy | D |
Oft wear a mask called pride | B2 |
A front of pure benevolence | J |
The grinding Patriarch bore | G |
And kind men often wear a mask | H2 |
Like that which Jaggers wore | G |
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But never mind Dick Swiveller | G |
We ll see it out together | G |
Beneath the wing of friendship Dick | H2 |
That never moults a feather | G |
We ll look upon the rosy yet | B2 |
Full many a night old friend | B2 |
And tread the mazy ere we woo | G |
The balmy in the end | B2 |
Our palace walls are rather bare | G |
The floor is somewhat damp | C2 |
But while there s liquor anywhere | G |
Is good enough to camp | C2 |
What ho mine host bring forth thine ale | Z |
And let the board be spread | B2 |
It is the hour when churchyards yawn | Q2 |
And wine goes to the head | B2 |
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Twas you who saved poor Kit old chap | C2 |
When he was in a mess | J |
But what ho Varlet bring us wine | E2 |
Here s to the Marchioness | J |
We ll make a scholar of her yet | B2 |
She ll be a lady fair | G |
And she shall go in silk attire | G |
And siller have to spare | G |
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From sport to sport they hurry her | G |
To banish her regrets | J |
And when we win a smile from her | G |
We cannot pay our debts | J |
Left orphans at a tender age | R2 |
We re happiest in the land | B2 |
We re Glorious Apollos Dick | H2 |
And you re Perpetual Grand | B2 |
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You re king of all philosophers | J |
And let the Godly rust | B2 |
Here s to the obscure citizen | N2 |
Who sent the beer on trust | B2 |
It sure would be a cheerful world | B2 |
If never man got tight | B2 |
You spent your money on your friends | J |
Dick Swiveller Good night | B2 |
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A dissolute and careless man | S2 |
An idle drunken path | T2 |
But see where Sidney Carton spills | J |
His last drink on the hearth | U2 |
A ruined life He lived for drink | H2 |
And but one thing beside | B2 |
And Oh it was a glorious death | V2 |
That Sidney Carton died | B2 |
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And Which I meantersay is Pip | C2 |
The voices hurry past | B2 |
Not to deceive you s | J |
Henry Lawson
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