Bereaved Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BABA CDED DFDF AGAG BHBH BIBI JDJD KAKA AAAA BLBL BBMBN OPQPQ AFAF BBBB ADAD BBBB DBDB PDPD BABA DBDB QDQD QRQR BQBQ PAPA QDADB DHDH DABAB MDMD QDQD DQDQ PDPD PPPP ADAD BSBS QQQQ QTQT BUBV DADA DDDD WADAD BUB APAP QDQD PAD A DQDQ QPBPB PAPA QAQA DDONE day as I came down by Jarrow | A |
Engirt by a crowd on a stone | B |
A woman sat moaning and sorrow | A |
Seized all who took heed to her moan | B |
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'Nay blame not my sad lamentation | B |
But oh let ' she said 'my tears flow | A |
Nay offer me no consolation | B |
I know they are dead down below | A |
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'I heard the dread blast and I darted | C |
Away on the road to the pit | D |
Nor stopped till my senses departed | E |
And left me the wretch I here sit | D |
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'Ah thus let me sit ' so entreated | D |
She those who had had her way | F |
Then yet on the hard granite seated | D |
Resumed her lament and did say | F |
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'My mother poor body would harry | A |
Me oft with a look sad and pale | G |
When I had determined to marry | A |
The dimple chin'd lad of the dale | G |
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'Not that she had any objection | B |
To one praised by each and by all | H |
But ay his lot caused a reflection | B |
That still still her bosom would gall | H |
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'Nay blame not my sad lamentation | B |
My mother sleeps under the yew | I |
She views not the dire desolation | B |
She dreaded one day I should view | I |
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'Bedabbled with blood are my tresses | J |
No matter Unlock not my hand | D |
When first I enjoyed his caresses | J |
Their hue would his praises command | D |
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'He'll never praise more locks nor features | K |
Nor when the long day tide is o'er | A |
With me view our two happy creatures | K |
With bat and with ball at the door | A |
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'Nay chide not A pair either bolder | A |
Or better nobody could see | A |
They passed for a year or two older | A |
Than what I could prove them to be | A |
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'Their equals for courage and action | B |
Were not to be found in the place | L |
And others might boast of attraction | B |
But none had their colour or grace | L |
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'Their feelings were such tho' when | B |
smitten | B |
By scorn oft their blood would rebel | M |
They wept for the little blind kitten | B |
Our neighbour did drown in the well | N |
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'The same peaceful calm and brave | O |
bearing | P |
Had still been the father's was theirs | Q |
And now we felt older a wearing | P |
We deemed they'd soon lighten our cares | Q |
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'So deemed I last night On his shoulder | A |
I hung and beheld them at play | F |
I dreamed not how soon they must moulder | A |
Down down in their cold bed of clay | F |
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'Ah chide not This sad lamentation | B |
But endeth the burden began | B |
When to the whole dale's consternation | B |
Our second was crushed by the van | B |
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'That dark day the words of my mother | A |
In all the deep tone which had made | D |
Me like a wind ridden leaf dother | A |
Rang like the dead bell in my head | D |
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'Despair the grim bird away chidden | B |
Would light on the house top again | B |
But still from my husband was hidden | B |
Each thought that had put him to pain | B |
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'He's pass's from existence unharried | D |
By any forebodings of mine | B |
Nor till we the lisper had buried | D |
E'er pined he But then he did pine | B |
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'Adown when the shadow had falling | P |
Across the long row gable end | D |
He miss'd him as home from his calling | P |
With thrice weary bones he would wend | D |
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'No more would his heavy step lighten | B |
No more would his hazel eyes glow | A |
No more would his smutty face brighten | B |
At sight of the darling Ah no | A |
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'He lived by my bodings unharried | D |
But when from his vision and mine | B |
Away the sweet lisper was carried | D |
He pined and long after would pine | B |
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'Ay truly And reason The sonsy | Q |
The bairn with his hair bright and curled | D |
He still had appeared to our fancy | Q |
The bonniest bairn in the world | D |
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'As ruddy was he as a cherry | Q |
With dimple on chin and on cheek | R |
And never another as merry | Q |
Was seen to play hide and go seek | R |
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'He yet with his fun and affection | B |
His canny bit pranks and his grace | Q |
He wheedled my heart from dejection | B |
And put a bright look on my face | Q |
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'Full oft upon one leg advancing | P |
Across to the door he would go | A |
Wheel round on his heel then go dancing | P |
With hop after hop down the row | A |
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'When Let my hand go When he | Q |
perish'd | D |
The rest were a balm to my woe | A |
But now what remains to be cherish'd | D |
But now what remains to me now | B |
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'Barely cold was the pet ere affected | D |
By fever they lay one and all | H |
But lay not like others neglected | D |
I slept not to be at their call | H |
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'Day and night night and day without | D |
slumber | A |
I watched till a weary and worn | B |
When Death took the gem of the number | A |
I'd barely strength left me to mourn | B |
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'I've mourn'd enough since And tho' cruel | M |
Mishap like a cursed hag would find | D |
Her way to my door still the jewel | M |
Has seldom been out of my mind | D |
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'Another so light and so airy | Q |
Ne'er gladden'd a fond mother's sight | D |
I oft heard her called a wee fairy | Q |
And heard her so called with delight | D |
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'Whilst others played by me she tarried | D |
The cherub and rumour avers | Q |
That now a days many are married | D |
With not half the sense that was hers | Q |
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'A down on the hearth rug a sitting | P |
The long winter nights she was heard | D |
The while her sweet fingers were knitting | P |
To lilt out her lay like a bird | D |
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'Did I appear cross To me stealing | P |
Askance in my face she would keek | P |
At which e'er the victim of feeling | P |
I could not but pat her bit check | P |
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'She once when I'd pricked this hard finger | A |
No he who in grave clothes first slept | D |
No she with the senses that linger | A |
I cannot tell which of them wept | D |
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'She vanished at last Ah an ocean | B |
Of trouble appeared that black cup | S |
But what was it all to the potion | B |
I now am commanded to sup | S |
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'My husband my bairnies my blossoms | Q |
Well well I am wicked yes yes | Q |
But take my loss home to your bosoms | Q |
And say if your sin would be less | Q |
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'My husband my bairnies my blossoms | Q |
Well well I'll not murmur but still | T |
The anguish that teareth the bosom's | Q |
Not not to be bridled at will | T |
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'The dear ones to perish so sudden | B |
'Twas only last night by the hearth | U |
While I sat and mended their dudden | B |
The bairnies were giddy with mirth | V |
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'Their cousin came in and they hasten'd | D |
To hand her and handing the chair | A |
The strings of her apron unfastened | D |
And slipt the back comb from her hair | A |
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'On leaving the lassie discovered | D |
The prank they upon her had play'd | D |
Awhile hung her head awhile hover'd | D |
Then pinched both their noses and fled | D |
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'They laugh'd clapt their hands and the | W |
father | A |
Yea I too had laugh's with the rest | D |
But something came o'er me which rather | A |
Brought sorrow than joy to my breast | D |
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'The dear ones to perish so sudden | B |
Last night of all nights by the hearth | U |
While I was a mending their dudden | B |
Why felt I no joy in their mirth ' | - |
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'The supper was set and being over | A |
I help'd them to bed and I think | P |
Once curl'd up beneath the green cover | A |
They dover'd to sleep in a wink | P |
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'I too laid me down heart a weary | Q |
And when the birds rose from their bed | D |
Somehow by a dream dull and dreary | Q |
My eyes were fast lock's in my head | D |
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'Aroused by their voices and yearning | P |
To kiss them I sprang to the floor | A |
They kissed me and bade me 'good | D |
morning ' | - |
Then whistled away from the door | A |
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'Long after away they had hurried | D |
Their music a rang in my ears | Q |
Then thought I of those we had buried | D |
And thought of the jewels with tears | Q |
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'Then thought I What said I Thus | Q |
thinking | P |
Was I when rat tat went the pane | B |
And back into sense again shrinking | P |
I into bed stumbled again | B |
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'Did I sleep I did weep To his calling | P |
The father had gone hours before | A |
And now in that havoc appalling | P |
He lies with the blossoms I bore | A |
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'Did I sleep I did weep Heart a weary | Q |
How oft have I so wept before | A |
I wept and to weep lone and dreary | Q |
I've wandered the broken brick floor | A |
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'Did I sleep Well your kind arm and | D |
stead | D |
Joseph Skipsey
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