Phantasmagoria Canto Iv ( Hys Nouryture ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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OH when I was a little GhostA
A merry time had weB
Each seated on his favourite postA
We chumped and chawed the buttered toastA
They gave us for our teaB
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That story is in print I criedC
Don't say it's not becauseD
It's known as well as Bradshaw's GuideC
The Ghost uneasily repliedC
He hardly thought it wasE
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It's not in Nursery Rhymes And yetF
I almost think it isG
'Three little Ghosteses' were setF
'On posteses ' you know and ateH
Their 'buttered toasteses '-
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I have the book so if you doubt itI
I turned to search the shelfJ
Don't stir he cried We'll do without itI
I now remember all about itI
I wrote the thing myselfJ
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It came out in a 'Monthly ' orK
At least my agent said it didL
Some literary swell who sawM
It thought it seemed adapted forK
The Magazine he editedN
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My father was a Brownie SirO
My mother was a FairyB
The notion had occurred to herO
The children would be happierO
If they were taught to varyB
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The notion soon became a crazeP
And when it once began sheB
Brought us all out in different waysP
One was a Pixy two were FaysP
Another was a BansheeB
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The Fetch and Kelpie went to schoolQ
And gave a lot of troubleR
Next came a Poltergeist and GhoulQ
And then two Trolls which broke the ruleQ
A Goblin and a DoubleR
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If that's a snuff box on the shelfJ
He added with a yawnS
I'll take a pinch next came an ElfJ
And then a Phantom that's myselfJ
And last a LeprechaunS
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One day some Spectres chanced to callT
Dressed in the usual whiteU
I stood and watched them in the hallT
And couldn't make them out at allT
They seemed so strange a sightU
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I wondered what on earth they wereO
That looked all head and sackV
But Mother told me not to stareW
And then she twitched me by the hairW
And punched me in the backV
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Since then I've often wished that IX
Had been a Spectre bornS
But what's the use He heaved a sighX
THEY are the ghost nobilityB
And look on US with scornS
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My phantom life was soon begunS
When I was barely sixP
I went out with an older oneS
And just at first I thought it funS
And learned a lot of tricksP
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I've haunted dungeons castles towersP
Wherever I was sentY
I've often sat and howled for hoursP
Drenched to the skin with driving showersP
Upon a battlementZ
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It's quite old fashioned now to groanS
When you begin to speakA2
This is the newest thing in toneS
And here it chilled me to the boneS
He gave an AWFUL squeakA2
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Perhaps he added to YOUR earB2
That sounds an easy thingC2
Try it yourself my little dearD2
It took ME something like a yearD2
With constant practisingC2
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And when you've learned to squeak my manS
And caught the double sobE2
You're pretty much where you beganS
Just try and gibber if you canS
That's something LIKE a jobE2
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I'VE tried it and can only sayP
I'm sure you couldn't do it eB
ven if you practised night and dayP
Unless you have a turn that wayP
And natural ingenuityB
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Shakspeare I think it is who treatsP
Of Ghosts in days of oldF2
Who 'gibbered in the Roman streets '-
Dressed if you recollect in sheetsP
They must have found it coldF2
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I've often spent ten pounds on stuffG2
In dressing as a DoubleR
But though it answers as a puffG2
It never has effect enoughG2
To make it worth the troubleR
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Long bills soon quenched the little thirstH2
I had for being funnyB
The setting up is always worstH2
Such heaps of things you want at firstH2
One must be made of moneyB
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For instance take a Haunted TowerO
With skull cross bones and sheetI2
Blue lights to burn say two an hourO
Condensing lens of extra powerO
And set of chains completeI2
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What with the things you have to hireO
The fitting on the robeJ2
And testing all the coloured fireO
The outfit of itself would tireO
The patience of a JobE2
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And then they're so fastidiousP
The Haunted House CommitteeB
I've often known them make a fussP
Because a Ghost was French or RussP
Or even from the CityB
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Some dialects are objected toK2
For one the IRISH brogue isP
And then for all you have to doK2
One pound a week they offer youK2
And find yourself in BogiesP

Lewis Carroll



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