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Sunday At Hampstead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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AN VERY IDLE IDYLL BY A VERY HUMBLE MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND NOBLE LONDON MOB	B
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This is the Heath of Hampstead	C
This is the Dome of Saint Paul s	D
Beneath on the serried house tops	E
A chequered luster falls	F
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And the might city of London	G
Under the clouds and the light	H
Seems a low wet beach half shingle	I
With a few sharp rocks upright	H
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Here we sit my darling	J
And dream an hour away	K
The donkeys are hurried and worried	L
But we are not donkeys to day	K
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Through all the weary week dear	M
We toil in the murk down there	N
Tied to a desk and a counter	O
A patient stupid pair	N
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But on Sunday we slip our thether	N
And away from the smoke and the smirch	P
Too grateful to God for His Sabbath	Q
To shut its hours in a church	P
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Away to the green green country	N
Under the open sky	A
Where the earth s sweet breath is incense	R
And the lark sings psalms on high	A
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On Sunday we re Lord and Lady	N
With ten times the love and glee	N
Of those pale languid rich ones	S
Who are always and never free	N
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The drawl and stare and simper	N
So fine and cold and staid	T
Like exquisite waxwork figures	U
That must be kept in the shade	T
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We can laugh out loud when merry	N
We can romp at kiss in the ring	J
We can take our beer at a public	V
We can loll on the grass and sing	J
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Would you grieve very much my darling	J
If all yon low wet shore	N
Were drowned by a mighty flood tide	W
And we never toiled there more	N
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Wicked there is no sin dear	N
In an idle dreamer s head	C
He turns the world topsy turvy	N
To prove that his soul s not dead	C
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I am sinking sinking sinking	J
It s hard to sit upright	H
Your lap is the softest pillow	X
Good night my love good night	H
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II	A
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How your eyes dazzle down into my soul	Y
I drink and drink of their deep violet wine	Z
And ever thirst the more although my whole	Y
Dazed being whirls in drunkenness divine	Z
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Pout down your lips for that bewildering smile	A2
And kiss me for the interruption Sweet	B2
I had escaped you floating for awhile	A2
In that far cloud ablaze with living heat	B2
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I floated with it though the solemn skies	C2
I melted with it up the Crystal Sea	N
Into the heaven of Heavens and shut my eyes	C2
To fell eternal rest enfolding me	N
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Well I prefer on tyrannous girl down here	N
You jealous violet eyed Bewitcher you	D2
To being lord in Mohammed's seventh sphere	N
Of meekest hours threescore ten and two	D2
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III	A
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Was it hundreds of years ago my Love	E2
Was it thousands of miles away	K
The two poor creatures we know my Love	E2
Were toiling day by day	K
Were toiling weary weary	N
With many myriads more	N
In a City dark and dreary	N
On a sullen river s shore	N
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Was it truly a fact or a dream my Love	E2
I think my brain still reels	F2
And my ears still throbbing seem my Love	E2
With the rush and clang of wheels	F2
Of vast machinery roaring	J
Forever in skyless gloom	G2
Where the poor slaves peach imploring	J
Found peace alone in the tomb	G2
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Was it hundreds of years ago my Love	E2
Was it thousands of miles away	K
Or was it a dream to show my Love	E2
The rapture of today	K
This day of holy splendor	N
This Sabbath of rich rest	H2
Wherein to God we render	N
All praise by being blest	H2
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IV	E2
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Eight of us promised to meet here	N
And tea together at five	E2
And who would ever believe it	I2
We are the first to arrive	E2
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Oh shame on us in darling	J
It is a monstrous crime	J2
To make a tryst with others	U
And be before our time	J2
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Lizzie is off with William	K2
Quite happy for her part	L2
Our sugar in her pocket	M2
And the sweet love in her heart	L2
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Mary and Dick so grandly	N
Parade suburban streets	N2
His waistcoat and her bonnet	M2
Proving the best of treats	N2
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And Fanny plagues big Robert	O2
With tricks of the wildest glee	N
Fanny you'll get in hot water	N
If you do not bring us our tea	N
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Why bless me look at that table	I
Every one of them there	N
'Ha here at last we have them	P2
The always behindhand pair	N
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'When the last trumpet solo	X
Strikes up instead of the lark	Q2
They'll turn in their sleep just grunting	J
Who's up so soon in the dark '	-
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Babble and gabble you rabble	I
A thousand in full yell	R2
And this is your Tower of Babel	I
This not to be finished Hotel	R2
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THOMSON'S NOTE Since finished in a fashion The verses were written in	S2
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'You should see it in the drawing	J
You'd think a Palace they make	T2
Like the one in the Lady of Lyons	S
With this pond for the lovely lake '	-
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'I wish it wasn't Sunday	K
There's no amusement at all	U2
Who was here Hot cross bun day	K
We had such an open air ball	U2
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'The bands played polkas waltzes	V2
Quadrilles it was glorious fun	G
And each gentleman gave them a penny	N
After each dance was done '	-
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'Mary is going to chapel	I
And what takes her there do you guess	D
Her sweet little duck of a bonnet	M2
And her new second hand silk dress '	-
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'We went to Church one Sunday	K
But felt we had no right there	N
For it's only a place for the grand folk	W2
Who come in a carriage and pair	N
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'And I laughed out loud it was shameful	I
But Fanny said Oh what lives	X2
He must have been clever the rascal	I
To manage seven hundred wives '	-
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'Suppose we play Hunt the Slipper '	-
'We can't there's the crinoline ' 'Phew	E2
Bother it always a nuisance '	-
'Hoop de dooden do '	-
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'I think I've seen all the girls here	N
About a thousand or more	N
But none of them half so pretty	N
As our own loving four '	-
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'Thank you and I've been listening	J
To lots of the men the knaves	Y2
But none of them half such humbugs	Y2
As our devoted slaves '	-
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'Do you see those purple flushes	Y2
The sun will set in state	Z2
Up all we must cross to the heath friends	Y2
Before it gets too late	Z2
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'We will couch in the fern together	N
And watch for the moon and the stars	Y2
And the slim tree tops will be lighted	A3
So the boys may light their cigars	Y2
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'And while the sunset glory	N
Burns down in crimson and gold	B3
LAZY shall tell us a story	N
Of his wonderful times of old '	-
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V	N
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Ten thousand years ago 'No more than that '	-
Ten thousand years 'The age of Robert's hat '	-
'Silence you gods ' 'Pinch Fanny ' 'Now we're good '	-
This place where we are sitting was a wood	C3
Savage and desert save for one rude home	D3
Of wattles plastered with stiff clay and loam	D3
And here in front upon the grassy mire	N
Four naked squaws were squatted round a fire	N
Then four tall naked wild men crushing through	D2
The tangled Underfeed came into view	D2
Two of them bent beneath a mighty boar	N
The third was gashed and bleeding number four	N
Strutted full drest in war paint 'That was Dick '	-
Blue of a devilish pattern laid on thick	V
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The squaws jumped up to roast the carcass whole	Y
The braves sank silent stark 'gainst root and bole	Y
The meat half done they tore it and devoured	E3
Sullenly ravenous the women cowered	E3
Until their lords had finished then partook	V
Mist rose all crept into their cabin nook	V
And staked the month the floor was one broad bed	E3
Of rushes dried with fox and bearskins spread	E3
Wolves howled and wild cats wailed they snored and so	Y2
The long night passed shedding a storm of snow	Y2
This very night ten thousand years ago	Y2
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VI	E2
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Ten thousand years before 'Come draw it mild	E3
Don't waste Conk ology like that my child '	-
From where we sit to the horizon's bound	E3
A level brilliant plain was spread all round	E3
As level and as brilliant as a sea	N
Under the burning sun high as your knee	N
Aflame with flowers yellow and blue and red	E3
Long lines of palm trees marked out there the bed	E3
Of a great river and among them gleamed	E3
A few grey tents Then four swift horsemen streamed	E3
Out of the West magnificent in ire	N
Churning the meadow into flakes of fire	N
Brandishing monstrous spears as if in fight	E3
They wheeled ducked charged	E3