The Spectre Pig - A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK AMNM OPEP GQRQ MSTS PUPU PVWV GCUC DXUX GYZY A2DB2D IC2D2C2 E2F2G2F2 H2D2H2D2 I2J2K2J2 L2SXS M2ECE N2EEE O2P2EP2 P2EEE AXQ2X R2EEE AS2T2S2 P2EP2E EU2HU2 JAYA

It was the stalwart butcher manA
That knit his swarthy browB
And said the gentle Pig must dieC
And sealed it with a vowB
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And oh it was the gentle PigD
Lay stretched upon the groundE
And ah it was the cruel knifeF
His little heart that foundE
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They took him then those wicked menG
They trailed him all alongH
They put a stick between his lipsI
And through his heels a thongH
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And round and round an oaken beamJ
A hempen cord they flungK
And like a mighty pendulumL
All solemnly he swungK
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Now say thy prayers thou sinful manA
And think what thou hast doneM
And read thy catechism wellN
Thou bloody minded oneM
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For if his sprite should walk by nightO
It better were for theeP
That thou wert mouldering in the groundE
Or bleaching in the seaP
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It was the savage butcher thenG
That made a mock of sinQ
And swore a very wicked oathR
He did not care a pinQ
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It was the butcher's youngest sonM
His voice was broke with sighsS
And with his pocket handkerchiefT
He wiped his little eyesS
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All young and ignorant was heP
But innocent and mildU
And in his soft simplicityP
Out spoke the tender childU
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Oh father father list to meP
The Pig is deadly sickV
And men have hung him by his heelsW
And fed him with a stickV
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It was the bloody butcher thenG
That laughed as he would dieC
Yet did he soothe the sorrowing childU
And bid him not to cryC
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Oh Nathan Nathan what's a PigD
That thou shouldst weep and wailX
Come bear thee like a butcher's childU
And thou shalt have his tailX
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It was the butcher's daughter thenG
So slender and so fairY
That sobbed as it her heart would breakZ
And tore her yellow hairY
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And thus she spoke in thrilling toneA2
Fast fell the tear drops bigD
Ah woe is me Alas AlasB2
The Pig The Pig The PigD
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Then did her wicked father's lipsI
Make merry with her woeC2
And call her many a naughty nameD2
Because she whimpered soC2
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Ye need not weep ye gentle onesE2
In vain your tears are shedF2
Ye cannot wash his crimson handG2
Ye cannot soothe the deadF2
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The bright sun folded on his breastH2
His robes of rosy flameD2
And softly over all the westH2
The shades of evening cameD2
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He slept and troops of murdered PigsI2
Were busy with his dreamsJ2
Loud rang their wild unearthly shrieksK2
Wide yawned their mortal seamsJ2
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The clock struck twelve the Dead hath heardL2
He opened both his eyesS
And sullenly he shook his tailX
To lash the feeding fliesS
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One quiver of the hempen cordM2
One struggle and one boundE
With stiffened limb and leaden eyeC
The Pig was on the groundE
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And straight towards the sleeper's houseN2
His fearful way he wendedE
And hooting owl and hovering batE
On midnight wing attendedE
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Back flew the bolt up rose the latchO2
And open swung the doorP2
And little mincing feet were heardE
Pat pat along the floorP2
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Two hoofs upon the sanded floorP2
And two upon the bedE
And they are breathing side by sideE
The living and the deadE
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Now wake now wake thou butcher manA
What makes thy cheek so paleX
Take hold take hold thou dost not fearQ2
To clasp a spectre's tailX
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Untwisted every winding coilR2
The shuddering wretch took holdE
All like an icicle it seemedE
So tapering and so coldE
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Thou com'st with me thou butcher manA
He strives to loose his graspS2
But faster than the clinging vineT2
Those twining spirals claspS2
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And open open swung the doorP2
And fleeter than the windE
The shadowy spectre swept beforeP2
The butcher trailed behindE
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Fast fled the darkness of the nightE
And morn rose faint and dimU2
They called full loud they knocked full longH
They did not waken himU2
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Straight straight towards that oaken beamJ
A trampled pathway ranA
A ghastly shape was swinging thereY
It was the butcher manA

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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