An Extempore Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCCCCCDDEEFFGHHI IJJCCCKKLMCCNNOPQRRC CCCCCSSTTUUVVWWXYCCY YCGZZA2A2CCQKB2B2Y YC2D2KKQ C KKE2E2CCF2F2CCCCG2G2| When they were come into Faery's Court | A |
| They rang no one at home all gone to sport | A |
| And dance and kiss and love as faerys do | B |
| For Faries be as human lovers true | B |
| Amid the woods they were so lone and wild | C |
| Where even the Robin feels himself exil'd | C |
| And where the very books as if affraid | C |
| Hurry along to some less magic shade | C |
| 'No one at home' the fretful princess cry'd | C |
| 'And all for nothing such a dre a ry ride | C |
| And all for nothing my new diamond cross | D |
| No one to see my persian feathers toss | D |
| No one to see my Ape my Dwarf my Fool | E |
| Or how I pace my Otaheitan mule | E |
| Ape Dwarf and Fool why stand you gaping there | F |
| Burst the door open quick or I declare | F |
| I'll switch you soundly and in pieces tear ' | G |
| The Dwarf began to tremble and the Ape | H |
| Star'd at the Fool the Fool was all agape | H |
| The Princess grasp'd her switch but just in time | I |
| The Dwarf with piteous face began to rhyme | I |
| 'O mighty Princess did you ne'er hear tell | J |
| What your poor servants know but too too well | J |
| Know you the three great crimes in faery land | C |
| The first alas poor Dwarf I understand | C |
| I made a whipstock of a faery's wand | C |
| The next is snoring in their company | K |
| The next the last the direst of the three | K |
| Is making free when they are not at home | L |
| I was a Prince a baby prince my doom | M |
| You see I made a whipstock of a wand | C |
| My top has henceforth slept in faery land | C |
| He was a Prince the Fool a grown up Prince | N |
| But he has never been a King's son since | N |
| He fell a snoring at a faery Ball | O |
| Your poor Ape was a Prince and he poor thing | P |
| But ape so pray your highness stay awhile | Q |
| 'Tis sooth indeed we know it to our sorrow | R |
| Persist and you may be an ape tomorrow | R |
| While the Dwarf spake the Princess all for spite | C |
| Peal'd the brown hazel twig to lilly white | C |
| Clench'd her small teeth and held her lips apart | C |
| Try'd to look unconcerned with beating heart | C |
| They saw her highness had made up her mind | C |
| And quaver'd like the reeds before the wind | C |
| And they had had it but O happy chance | S |
| The Ape for very fear began to dance | S |
| And grin'd as all his uglyness did ache | T |
| She staid her vixen fingers for his sake | T |
| He was so very ugly then she took | U |
| Her pocket mirror and began to look | U |
| First at herself and then at him and then | V |
| She smil'd at her own beauteous face again | V |
| Yet for all this for all her pretty face | W |
| She took it in her head to see the place | W |
| Women gain little from experience | X |
| Either in Lovers husbands or expense | Y |
| The more their beauty the more fortune too | C |
| Beauty before the wide world never knew | C |
| So each fair reasons tho' it oft miscarries | Y |
| She thought her pretty face would please the fa e ries | Y |
| 'My darling Ape I wont whip you today | C |
| Give me the Picklock sirrah and go play ' | G |
| They all three wept but counsel was as vain | Z |
| As crying cup biddy to drops of rain | Z |
| Yet lingeringly did the sad Ape forth draw | A2 |
| The Picklock from the Pocket in his Jaw | A2 |
| The Princess took it and dismounting straight | C |
| Trip'd in blue silver'd slippers to the gate | C |
| And touch'd the wards the Door full courteously | Q |
| Opened she enter'd with her servants three | K |
| Again it clos'd and there was nothing seen | B2 |
| But the Mule grasing on the herbage green | B2 |
| End of Canto xii | Y |
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| Canto the xiii | Y |
| The Mule no sooner saw himself alone | C2 |
| Than he prick'd up his Ears and said 'well done | D2 |
| At least unhappy Prince I may be free | K |
| No more a Princess shall side saddle me | K |
| O King of Othaiete tho' a Mule | Q |
| 'Aye every inch a King' tho' 'Fortune's fool ' | - |
| Well done for by what Mr Dwarfy said | C |
| I would not give a sixpence for her head ' | - |
| Even as he spake he trotted in high glee | K |
| To the knotty side of an old Pollard tree | K |
| And rub'd his sides against the mossed bark | E2 |
| Till his Girths burst and left him naked stark | E2 |
| Except his Bridle how get rid of that | C |
| Buckled and tied with many a twist and plait | C |
| At last it struck him to pretend to sleep | F2 |
| And then the thievish Monkies down would creep | F2 |
| And filch the unpleasant trammels quite away | C |
| No sooner thought of than adown he lay | C |
| Sham'd a good snore the Monkey men descended | C |
| And whom they thought to injure they befriended | C |
| They hung his Bridle on a topmost bough | G2 |
| And of f he went run trot or anyhow | G2 |
John Keats
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