The Lubber Fiend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCDEE BBFGFGHH IJKLKLFF MMFNFNOO PPQAR FF RRSTSTAA UUVWVW XXYZYZOO A2A2B2 B2 C2C2 UUD2 D2 N NE2E2F2YF2YG2C2 H2H2RI2RI2U NNJ2DJ2DIn the woods not long ago | A |
Met with Robin Goodfell w | B |
First we heard his horse like laugh | C |
In an ivy bush near by | D |
Then we saw him like a calf | C |
Or a frisky colt just fly | D |
Kicking high his frantic heels | E |
Squealing as a scared pig squeals | E |
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Snorting baaing neighing too | B |
Through the woods he fairly flew | B |
Father followed him but he | F |
Could n't catch him long of limb | G |
As a grasshopper you see | F |
There's no man could capture him | G |
Then besides his color's green | H |
So he's rarely ever seen | H |
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Often when you're in the woods | I |
Just a walking with your moods | J |
And not thinking listening how | K |
Still it is right near your head | L |
Breaks the bellow of a cow | K |
And you dropp scared nearly dead | L |
That's old Robin you can't see | F |
'Cause he's colored like a tree | F |
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And I've heard he calls and calls | M |
In the woods for help or falls | M |
Like an urchin from a tree | F |
You jump up and shout and run | N |
But there's nothing there to see | F |
Just a snickering as of fun | N |
in the thicket or somewhere | O |
And you're madder than a hare | O |
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Sometimes in dark woods a light | P |
Flashes in your eyes as bright | P |
As a firefly after rain | Q |
And your eyes are dazzled so | A |
That you shut them look again | R |
Nothing's there That's Goodfell w | - |
With his jack o' lantern see | F |
Hiding in some hollow tree | F |
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These are pranks he plays on men | R |
When he feels all right but when | R |
He is out of humor well | S |
Better keep away he'll harm | T |
Leads you with a heifer's bell | S |
Or horn lantern to some farm | T |
You suppose but 't is n't no | A |
Some old bog in which you go | A |
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Sometimes he's called Puck they say | U |
And it was the other day | U |
Father read me from a book | V |
That some people call him Lob | W |
One who haunts the ingle nook | V |
Or sits humped upon the hob | W |
Whistling up the chimney flue | - |
Till the kettle whistles too | - |
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He's the Lubber Fiend that sweeps | X |
Ashes in your face and creeps | X |
Under cracks when north winds howl | Y |
Hides behind the closet door | Z |
And peeps at you like an owl | Y |
Bumps you shrieking on the floor | Z |
And at night he rides a mare | O |
Round your bed and everywhere | O |
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And he teases dogs that doze | A2 |
By the fire and I suppose | A2 |
They must seehim in their dreams | B2 |
When they snarl and glare o'erhead | - |
And it's he or so it seems | B2 |
Tumbles children out of bed | - |
Wakes the house and makes a fuss | C2 |
For he's awful mischievous | C2 |
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That's what I heard father say | U |
And I know it's true Some day | U |
I'm a going to be a boy | D2 |
Just like Robin romp and shout | - |
And kick up my heels for joy | D2 |
And scare people round about | - |
Just play tricks on every one | N |
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Don't you think it would be fun | N |
Take an old cow horn that's harsh | E2 |
As a frog that haunts the marsh | E2 |
And when folks are in their beds | F2 |
Blow it at the windowsill | Y |
Till they cover up their heads | F2 |
And when all again is still | Y |
Hear them wonder what it was | G2 |
That was making all that fuss | C2 |
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Or I'll make a pumpkin face | H2 |
Light and hide it in some place | H2 |
Where are bushes and when men | R |
Come along I'll grunt and groan | I2 |
Like an old pig in its pen | R |
When they run I'll throw a stone | I2 |
Or just vanish and they'll say | U |
' What was that I wonder eh ' | - |
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It would be a lot of fun | N |
Would n't it to make folks run | N |
Jumping at them from the dark | J2 |
Like a big black dog oh my | D |
It would be the greatest lark | J2 |
Wonder why it is that I | D |
Can't grow up at once like you | - |
And do things I'd like to do | - |
Madison Julius Cawein
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