The Widow Gordon's Petition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA B CCDD EE FFGG HHFFDI JKEEDDLL MMNHOOPQRR SSRR TTNNUUDDOOGV| A | |
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| To the Right Hon the Lady Carteret | B |
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| Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court | C |
| You Madam are the Wretch's last Resort | C |
| Eternal King if here in vain I cry | D |
| Where shall the Fatherless and Widow fly | D |
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| How blest are they who sleep among the Dead | E |
| Nor hear their Childrens piercing Cries for Bread | E |
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| When your lov'd Off spring gives your Soul Delight | F |
| Reflect how mine are irksome to my Sight | F |
| O think how must a wretched Mother grieve | G |
| Who hears the Want she never can relieve | G |
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| An Evil preys upon my helpless Son | H |
| How many Ways the Wretched are undone | H |
| Cruel Distemper to assault his Sight | F |
| And rob him of his only Joy the Light | F |
| His Anguish makes my weary'd Eyes o'erflow | D |
| And loads me with unutterable Woe | I |
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| No friendly Voice my lonely Mansion cheers | J |
| All fly th' Infection of the Widow's Tears | K |
| Ev'n those whose Pity eas'd my Wants with Bread | E |
| Are now O sad Reverse my greatest Dread | E |
| My mournful Story will no more prevail | D |
| And ev'ry Hour I dread a dismal Jail | D |
| I start at each imaginary Sound | L |
| And Horrors have encompass'd me around | L |
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| Tremble ye Daughters who at Ease recline | M |
| Lest you should know a Misery like mine | M |
| Ye now unmov'd can hear the Wretched moan | N |
| And feel no Wants yourselves oppress'd by none | H |
| Fly from the Sight of Woes ye will not share | O |
| And leave the helpless Orphan to despair | O |
| But know that dreadful Hour is drawing near | P |
| When you'll be treated as you've acted here | Q |
| To you no more the Wretched shall complain | R |
| 'Twill be your Turn to weep and sue in vain | R |
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| Not so the Fair with godlike Mercy blest | S |
| Who feels another's Anguish in her Breast | S |
| Who never hears the Wretched sigh in vain | R |
| Herself distress'd till she relieves their Pain | R |
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| This Fame reports fair Carteret of you | T |
| This blest Report encourag'd me to sue | T |
| O Angel Goodness hear and ease my Moan | N |
| Nor let your Mercy fail in me alone | N |
| So at the last Tribunal will I stand | U |
| With my poor Orphans plac'd on either Hand | U |
| There with my Cries my Saviour I'll assail | D |
| For at His Bar the Widow's Tears prevail | D |
| That she who made the Fatherless her Care | O |
| The Fulness of celestial Joys may share | O |
| That she a Crown of Glory may receive | G |
| Who snatch'd me from Destruction and the Grave | V |
Mary Barber
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