Phantasmagoria Canto Iv ( Hys Nouryture ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCE FGFH IJIIJ KLMKN OBOOB PBPPB QRQQR JSJJS TUTTU OVWWV XSXBS SPSSP PYPPZ SA2SSA2 B2C2D2D2C2 SE2SSE2 PBPPB PF2 PF2 G2RG2G2R H2BH2H2B OI2OOI2 OJ2OOE2 PBPPB K2PK2K2P| OH when I was a little Ghost | A |
| A merry time had we | B |
| Each seated on his favourite post | A |
| We chumped and chawed the buttered toast | A |
| They gave us for our tea | B |
| - | |
| That story is in print I cried | C |
| Don't say it's not because | D |
| It's known as well as Bradshaw's Guide | C |
| The Ghost uneasily replied | C |
| He hardly thought it was | E |
| - | |
| It's not in Nursery Rhymes And yet | F |
| I almost think it is | G |
| 'Three little Ghosteses' were set | F |
| 'On posteses ' you know and ate | H |
| Their 'buttered toasteses ' | - |
| - | |
| I have the book so if you doubt it | I |
| I turned to search the shelf | J |
| Don't stir he cried We'll do without it | I |
| I now remember all about it | I |
| I wrote the thing myself | J |
| - | |
| It came out in a 'Monthly ' or | K |
| At least my agent said it did | L |
| Some literary swell who saw | M |
| It thought it seemed adapted for | K |
| The Magazine he edited | N |
| - | |
| My father was a Brownie Sir | O |
| My mother was a Fairy | B |
| The notion had occurred to her | O |
| The children would be happier | O |
| If they were taught to vary | B |
| - | |
| The notion soon became a craze | P |
| And when it once began she | B |
| Brought us all out in different ways | P |
| One was a Pixy two were Fays | P |
| Another was a Banshee | B |
| - | |
| The Fetch and Kelpie went to school | Q |
| And gave a lot of trouble | R |
| Next came a Poltergeist and Ghoul | Q |
| And then two Trolls which broke the rule | Q |
| A Goblin and a Double | R |
| - | |
| If that's a snuff box on the shelf | J |
| He added with a yawn | S |
| I'll take a pinch next came an Elf | J |
| And then a Phantom that's myself | J |
| And last a Leprechaun | S |
| - | |
| One day some Spectres chanced to call | T |
| Dressed in the usual white | U |
| I stood and watched them in the hall | T |
| And couldn't make them out at all | T |
| They seemed so strange a sight | U |
| - | |
| I wondered what on earth they were | O |
| That looked all head and sack | V |
| But Mother told me not to stare | W |
| And then she twitched me by the hair | W |
| And punched me in the back | V |
| - | |
| Since then I've often wished that I | X |
| Had been a Spectre born | S |
| But what's the use He heaved a sigh | X |
| THEY are the ghost nobility | B |
| And look on US with scorn | S |
| - | |
| My phantom life was soon begun | S |
| When I was barely six | P |
| I went out with an older one | S |
| And just at first I thought it fun | S |
| And learned a lot of tricks | P |
| - | |
| I've haunted dungeons castles towers | P |
| Wherever I was sent | Y |
| I've often sat and howled for hours | P |
| Drenched to the skin with driving showers | P |
| Upon a battlement | Z |
| - | |
| It's quite old fashioned now to groan | S |
| When you begin to speak | A2 |
| This is the newest thing in tone | S |
| And here it chilled me to the bone | S |
| He gave an AWFUL squeak | A2 |
| - | |
| Perhaps he added to YOUR ear | B2 |
| That sounds an easy thing | C2 |
| Try it yourself my little dear | D2 |
| It took ME something like a year | D2 |
| With constant practising | C2 |
| - | |
| And when you've learned to squeak my man | S |
| And caught the double sob | E2 |
| You're pretty much where you began | S |
| Just try and gibber if you can | S |
| That's something LIKE a job | E2 |
| - | |
| I'VE tried it and can only say | P |
| I'm sure you couldn't do it e | B |
| ven if you practised night and day | P |
| Unless you have a turn that way | P |
| And natural ingenuity | B |
| - | |
| Shakspeare I think it is who treats | P |
| Of Ghosts in days of old | F2 |
| Who 'gibbered in the Roman streets ' | - |
| Dressed if you recollect in sheets | P |
| They must have found it cold | F2 |
| - | |
| I've often spent ten pounds on stuff | G2 |
| In dressing as a Double | R |
| But though it answers as a puff | G2 |
| It never has effect enough | G2 |
| To make it worth the trouble | R |
| - | |
| Long bills soon quenched the little thirst | H2 |
| I had for being funny | B |
| The setting up is always worst | H2 |
| Such heaps of things you want at first | H2 |
| One must be made of money | B |
| - | |
| For instance take a Haunted Tower | O |
| With skull cross bones and sheet | I2 |
| Blue lights to burn say two an hour | O |
| Condensing lens of extra power | O |
| And set of chains complete | I2 |
| - | |
| What with the things you have to hire | O |
| The fitting on the robe | J2 |
| And testing all the coloured fire | O |
| The outfit of itself would tire | O |
| The patience of a Job | E2 |
| - | |
| And then they're so fastidious | P |
| The Haunted House Committee | B |
| I've often known them make a fuss | P |
| Because a Ghost was French or Russ | P |
| Or even from the City | B |
| - | |
| Some dialects are objected to | K2 |
| For one the IRISH brogue is | P |
| And then for all you have to do | K2 |
| One pound a week they offer you | K2 |
| And find yourself in Bogies | P |
Lewis Carroll
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