Alice And The White Knight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J KL LMLMN NO PQPQNRN LSLSON N TUVUWXW BYBYZA2Z PB2C2B2D2E2E2E2 F2G2G2G2H2I2H2 J2E2J2E2HI2HI2 K2A2K2A2L2ML2L2L2L2L 2L2L2L2L2L2L2L2M M2

Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass LandA
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'You are sad ' the Knight said in an anxious tone 'let me sing you a song to comfort you '-
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'Is it very long ' Alice asked for she had heard a good deal of poetry that dayB
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'It's long ' said the Knight 'but it's very very beautiful Everybody that hears me sing itC
either it brings tears to their eyes or else '-
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'Or else what ' said Alice for the Knight had made a sudden pauseD
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'Or else it doesn't you know The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes ''-
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'Oh that's the name of the song is it ' Alice said trying to feel interestedE
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'No you don't understand ' the Knight said looking a little vexed 'That's what the nameF
is called The name really is 'The Aged Aged Man ''-
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'Then I ought to have said 'That's what the song is called' ' Alice corrected herselfG
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'No you oughtn't that's another thing The song is called 'Ways and Means' but that's onlyH
what it's called you know '-
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'Well what is the song then ' said Alice who was by this time completely bewilderedI
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'I was coming to that ' the Knight said 'The song really is 'A sitting On a Gate' and theJ
tune's my own invention '-
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So saying he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck then slowly beating timeK
with one hand and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle foolish face he beganL
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I'll tell thee everything I canL
There's little to relateM
I saw an aged aged manL
A sitting on a gateM
'Who are you aged man ' I saidN
' And how is it you live '-
And his answer trickled through my headN
like water through a sieveO
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He said 'I look for butterfliesP
That sleep among the wheatQ
I make them into mutton piesP
And sell them in the streetQ
I sell them unto men ' he saidN
'Who sail on stormy seasR
And that's the way I get my breadN
A trifle if you please '-
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But I was thinking of a planL
To dye one's whiskers greenS
And always use so large a fanL
That they could not be seenS
So having no reply to giveO
To what the old man saidN
I cried 'Come tell me how you live '-
And thumped him on the headN
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His accents mild took up the taleT
He said 'I go my waysU
And when I find a mountain rillV
I set it in a blazeU
And thence they make a stuff they callW
Rowland's Macassar OilX
Yet twopence halfpenny is allW
They give me for my toil '-
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But I was thinking of a wayB
To feed one's self on batterY
And so go on from day to dayB
Getting a little fatterY
I shook him well from side to sideZ
Until his face was blueA2
'Come tell me how you live ' I criedZ
'And what it is you do '-
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He said 'I hunt for haddocks' eyesP
Among the heather brightB2
And work them into waistcoat buttonsC2
In the silent nightB2
And these I do not sell for goldD2
Or coin of silvery shineE2
But for a copper halfpennyE2
And that will purchase nineE2
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'I sometimes dig for buttered rollsF2
Or set limed twigs for crabsG2
I sometimes search for grassy knollsG2
For wheels of hansom cabsG2
And that's the way' he gave a winkH2
'By which I get my wealthI2
And very gladly will I drinkH2
Your Honour's noble health '-
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I heard him then for I had justJ2
Completed my designE2
To keep the Menai Bridge from rustJ2
By boiling it in wineE2
I thanked him much for telling meH
The way he got his wealthI2
But chiefly for the wish that heH
Might drink my noble healthI2
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And now if e'er by chance I putK2
My fingers into glueA2
Or madly squeeze a right hand footK2
Into a left hand shoeA2
Or if I drop upon my toeL2
A very heavy weightM
I weep for it reminds me soL2
Of that old man I used to knowL2
Whose look was mild whose speech was slowL2
Whose hair was whiter than the snowL2
Whose face was very like a crowL2
With eyes like cinders all aglowL2
Who seemed distracted with his woeL2
Who rocked his body to and froL2
And muttered mumblingly and lowL2
As if his mouth were full of doughL2
Who snorted like a buffaloL2
That summer evening long agoL2
A sitting on a gateM
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As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad he gathered up the reins and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had comeM2

Lewis Carroll



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