The Quarrel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EE FFGH IIJJ KKLLMM AANO PPQQ RRSSTT KKDD BBUUSSVVWW SSXXYZA2A2WW B2B2| When Mary found fault with me that day the trouble was well begun | A |
| No man likes being found fault with no man really thinks it fun | A |
| To have a wisp of a woman in a most obnoxious way | B |
| Allude to his temper as beastly and remark that day by day | B |
| He proves himself so careless so lacking in love so mean | C |
| Then add with an air convincing she wishes she'd never seen | C |
| A person who thinks so little of breaking a woman's heart | D |
| And since he is well what he is 'tis better that they should part | D |
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| Now no man enjoys this performance he has his faults well and good | E |
| He doesn't want to hear them named this ought to be understood | E |
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| Mary was aggravating and all because I'd forgot | F |
| To bring some flowers I'd promised as though it mattered a lot | F |
| But that's the way with a woman your big sins she may forgive | G |
| But little things not worth mention you hear of as long as you live | H |
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| A few sweet peas and carnations to start a tempest forsooth | I |
| For Mary got in a temper I did the same of a truth | I |
| I said things that weren't gentle she pretended not to mind | J |
| But answered back in a manner that left me away behind | J |
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| It ended up in our saying good bye for the rest of our days | K |
| Both vowing we'd be happier going our different ways | K |
| And I strode out in the garden where the trees were pink and white | L |
| Where bobolinks scolded sparrows and robins wild with delight | L |
| Chirped and called and fluttered in the blossoming trees above | M |
| Where Nature was busy teaching her lessons of joy and love | M |
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| I made a bed of the soft warm earth stretched me out in the sun | A |
| Vext and weary I fell asleep and slept till the day was done | A |
| The voice of my brother waked me crying Quickly arise and come | N |
| Bear up like a man Heaven help you Death has suddenly entered your home | O |
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| 'Twas Mary my own sweet Mary The eyelashes slept on her cheek | P |
| The lips had a half smile on them as though they were going to speak | P |
| Some of the old time tender words witty rejoinder or jest | Q |
| Or ask the question they'd asked so oft Jim who do you love the best | Q |
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| But the small hands gave no pressure when I took them in my own | R |
| And bending down to kiss her face I found it cold as a stone | R |
| And it came to me I could never never since Mary was dead | S |
| Say Dear one I didn't mean them the bitter words that I said | S |
| Never see the tears go from her sweet dark eyes and the brightness take their place | T |
| Never watch the joy and gladness come back to my darling's face | T |
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| Not a fault could I remember she'd been perfect all her days | K |
| With her sweetness and her laughter her tender womanly ways | K |
| Dead dead in her fresh young beauty oh I had an anguished heart | D |
| At thought of the quarrel ending in our agreeing to part | D |
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| When two people love each other I'll tell you the wisest way | B |
| 'Tis to think before speaking harshly for there surely will come a day | B |
| When one will sleep on so soundly that he or she will not wake | U |
| The other sit in the stillness and cry with a great heart break | U |
| It is to ears all unheeding our tenderest words are said | S |
| The love that the living long for we waste it upon the dead | S |
| We say this life is so dreary talk much of heaven I know | V |
| But if we were good to each other we'd have our heaven below | V |
| Mary I whispered my Mary no flowers to you I gave | W |
| But I'll heap them on your coffin and plant them over your grave | W |
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| A bird sang sweetly and shrilly in the blossoms over head | S |
| And I awoke awoke awoke I'd dreamed that Mary was dead | S |
| I woke in the golden sunshine the birds were singing aloud | X |
| There was no still form beside me nor any coffin or shroud | X |
| But just a slip of a woman with her brown eyes full of tears | Y |
| Oh that blessed blessed waking I've remembered through all the years | Z |
| I told the story to Mary who hasn't let me forget | A2 |
| That dream in the blossoming orchard I hear of it often yet | A2 |
| If I neglect to bring flowers it's Oh you're going to save | W |
| Your roses to heap on my coffin your pansies to plant on my grave | W |
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| And if I lose my temper a common weakness of men | B2 |
| The sweetest voice in the world says You'll have to get dreaming again | B2 |
Jean Blewett
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