George Mullen's Confession Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCC DDDD EEFF GHDD IIJJ KLM NND OOPP QRSTT UUV WWPP XXYY DDZ DDA2A2 B2B2C2B2B2 U B2B2 D2D2QE2 F2G2ZZ NNE2 H2I2AG2F2 F2F2H2H2 DDJ2J2 K2K2TL2T HM2N2M2QB2B2 O2O2P2P2 N2N2ZZ Q2Q2Q2HQ2 F2G2TT NNR2E ZS2S2G2 OOZZFor the sake of guilty conscience and the heart that ticks the | A |
time | B |
Of the clockworks of my nature I desire to say that I'm | B |
A weak and sinful creature as regards my daily walk | C |
The last five years and better It ain't worth while to talk | C |
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I've been too mean to tell it I've been so hard you see | D |
And full of pride and onry now there's the word for me | D |
Just onry and to show you I'll give my history | D |
With vital points in question and I think you'll all agree | D |
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I was always stiff and stubborn since I could recollect | E |
And had an awful temper and never would reflect | E |
And always into trouble I remember once at school | F |
The teacher tried to flog me and I reversed that rule | F |
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O I was bad I tell you And it's a funny move | G |
That a fellow wild as I was could ever fall in love | H |
And it's a funny notion that an animal like me | D |
Under a girl's weak fingers was as tame as tame could be | D |
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But it's so and sets me thinking of the easy way she had | I |
Of cooling down my temper though I'd be fighting mad | I |
'My Lion Queen' I called her when a spell of mine occurred | J |
She'd come in a den of feelings and quell them with a word | J |
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I'll tell you how she loved me and what her people thought | K |
When I asked to marry Annie they said 'they reckoned not | L |
That I cut too many didoes and monkey shines to suit | M |
Their idea of a son in law and I could go to boot ' | - |
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I tell you that thing riled me Why I felt my face turn white | N |
And my teeth shut like a steel trap and the fingers of my right | N |
Hand pained me with their pressure all the rest's a mystery | D |
Till I heard my Annie saying 'I'm going too you see ' | - |
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We were coming through the gateway and she wavered for a spell | O |
When she heard her mother crying and her raving father yell | O |
That she wa'n't no child of his'n like an actor in a play | P |
We saw at Independence coming through the other day | P |
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Well that's the way we started And for days and weeks and | Q |
months | R |
And even years we journeyed on regretting never once | S |
Of starting out together upon the path of life | T |
Akind o' sort o' husband but a mighty loving wife | T |
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And the cutest little baby little Grace I see her now | U |
A standin' on the pig pen as her mother milked the cow | U |
And I can hear her shouting as I stood unloading straw | V |
'I'm ain't as big as papa but I'm biggerest'n ma ' | - |
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Now folks that never married don't seem to understand | W |
That a little baby's language is the sweetest ever planned | W |
Why I tell you it's pure music and I'll just go on to say | P |
That I sometimes have a notion that the angels talk that way | P |
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There's a chapter in this story I'd be happy to destroy | X |
I could burn it up before you with a mighty sight of joy | X |
But I'll go ahead and give it not in detail no my friend | Y |
For it takes five years of reading before you find the end | Y |
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My Annie's folks relented at least in some degree | D |
They sent one time for Annie but they didn't send for me | D |
The old man wrote the message with a heart as hot and dry | Z |
As a furnace 'Annie Mullen come and see your mother die ' | - |
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I saw the slur intended why I fancied I could see | D |
The old man shoot the insult like a poison dart at me | D |
And in that heat of passion I swore an inward oath | A2 |
That if Annie pleased her father she could never please us both | A2 |
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I watched her dark and sullen as she hurried on her shawl | B2 |
I watched her calm and cruel though I saw her tear drops fall | B2 |
I watched her cold and heartless though I heard her moaning | C2 |
call | B2 |
For mercy from high Heaven and I smiled throughout it all | B2 |
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Why even when she kissed me and her tears were on my brow | U |
As she murmured 'George forgive me I must go to mother now ' | - |
Such hate there was within me that I answered not at all | B2 |
But calm and cold and cruel I smiled throughout it all | B2 |
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But a shadow in the doorway caught my eye and then the face | D2 |
Full of innocence and sunshine of little baby Grace | D2 |
And I snatched her up and kissed her and I softened through and | Q |
through | E2 |
For a minute when she told me 'I must kiss her muvver too ' | - |
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I remember at the starting how I tried to freeze again | F2 |
As I watched them slowly driving down the little crooked lane | G2 |
When Annie shouted something that ended in a cry | Z |
And how I tried to whistle and it fizzled in a sigh | Z |
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I remember running after with a glimmer in my sight | N |
Pretending I'd discovered that the traces wasn't right | N |
And the last that I remember as they disappeared from view | E2 |
Was little Grace a calling 'I see papa Howdy do ' | - |
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And left alone to ponder I again took up my hate | H2 |
For the old man who would chuckle that I was desolate | I2 |
And I mouthed my wrongs in mutters till my pride called up the | A |
pain | G2 |
His last insult had given me until I smiled again | F2 |
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Till the wild beast in my nature was raging in the den | F2 |
With no one now to quell it and I wrote a letter then | F2 |
Full of hissing things and heated with so hot a heat of hate | H2 |
That my pen flashed out black lightning at a most terrific rate | H2 |
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I wrote that 'she had wronged me when she went away from me | D |
Though to see her dying mother 'twas her father's victory | D |
And a woman that could waver when her husband's pride was rent | J2 |
Was no longer worthy of it ' And I shut the house and went | J2 |
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To tell of my long exile would be of little good | K2 |
Though I couldn't half way tell it and I wouldn't if I could | K2 |
I could tell of California of a wild and vicious life | T |
Of trackless plains and mountains and the Indian's | L2 |
scalping knife | T |
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I could tell of gloomy forests howling wild with threats of | H |
death | M2 |
I could tell of fiery deserts that have scorched me with their | N2 |
breath | M2 |
I could tell of wretched outcasts by the hundreds great and | Q |
small | B2 |
And could claim the nasty honor of the greatest of them all | B2 |
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I could tell of toil and hardship and of sickness and disease | O2 |
And hollow eyed starvation but I tell you friend that these | O2 |
Are trifles in comparison with what a fellow feels | P2 |
With that bloodhound Remorsefulness forever at his heels | P2 |
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I remember worn and weary of the long long years of care | N2 |
When the frost of time was making early harvest of my hair | N2 |
I remember wrecked and hopeless of a rest beneath the sky | Z |
My resolve to quit the country and to seek the East and die | Z |
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I remember my long journey like a dull oppressive dream | Q2 |
Across the empty prairies till I caught the distant gleam | Q2 |
Of a city in the beauty of its broad and shining stream | Q2 |
On whose bosom flocked together float the mighty swans of | H |
steam | Q2 |
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I remember drifting with them till I found myself again | F2 |
In the rush and roar and rattle of the engine and the train | G2 |
And when from my surroundings something spoke of child and wife | T |
It seemed the train was rumbling through a tunnel in my life | T |
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Then I remember something like a sudden burst of light | N |
That don't exactly tell it but I couldn't tell it right | N |
A something clinging to me with its arms around my neck | R2 |
A little girl for instance or an angel I expect | E |
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For she kissed me cried and called me 'her dear papa ' and I | Z |
felt | S2 |
My heart was pure virgin gold and just about to melt | S2 |
And so it did it melted in a mist of gleaming rain | G2 |
When she took my hand and whispered 'My mama's on the train ' | - |
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There's some things I can dwell on and get off pretty well | O |
But the balance of this story I know I couldn't tell | O |
So I ain't going to try it for to tell the reason why | Z |
I'm so chicken hearted lately I'd be certain 'most to cry | Z |
James Whitcomb Riley
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