Vigo-street Eclogue, A Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DDEE F GG C H B IIJC K JAI I LL M C C CMM M N C N M OOC F CP M II F CC C DDCCI K IC F NN M I F C L DQDQ LGLG IRIR CICI IIII IIII GIGI ISIS MTUT CVCV WCWC CXCX IHIH YZYZ IA2IA2 IB2IF C2D2C2D2 E2CE2C ZGZG IRIR CICI CHCH IGIG CICI CACA IUIU I F2F2 F IIG2G2| AFTER J D | A |
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| Maecenas John George Arthur Grant Richard | B |
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| MAECENAS | C |
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| What ho a merry Christmas Pff | D |
| Sharp blows the frosty blizzard's whff | D |
| Pile on more logs and let them roll | E |
| And pass the humming wassail bowl | E |
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| JOHN | F |
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| The wassail bowl the wind is snell | G |
| Drinc hael and warm the poet's pell | G |
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| M CENAS | C |
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| Richard say something rustic | H |
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| RICHARD | B |
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| Lo | I |
| The customary mistletoe | I |
| Prehensile on the apple bough | J |
| Invites the usual kiss | C |
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| GEORGE | K |
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| And now | J |
| Cathartic hellebore should be | A |
| A cure for imbecility | I |
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| GRANT | I |
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| Now holly berries have begun | L |
| To blush for Women That Have Done | L |
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| ARTHUR | M |
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| The farmer sticks his stuffy goose | C |
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| M CENAS | C |
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| Come come you grow a little loose | C |
| That's Michaelmas you must remember | M |
| That Michaelmas is in September | M |
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| ARTHUR | M |
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| Northward the swallow sweeps his wing | N |
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| M CENAS | C |
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| No no the bird arrives in spring | N |
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| ARTHUR | M |
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| Such knowledge fits the country clown | O |
| We've better things to note in town | O |
| What's Nature's lore compared with women's | C |
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| JOHN | F |
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| For this enigma go to S m ns | C |
| He is the | P |
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| ARTHUR | M |
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| Yes I am I know | I |
| The devil of a Romeo | I |
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| JOHN | F |
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| Hark hark the waits the precious waits | C |
| Their music beats at Heaven's gates | C |
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| M CENAS | C |
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| What Bodley wight will sing a stave | D |
| To match their strumming I would have | D |
| The manly bass of Hobbes's voice | C |
| But Unwin's house is Hobbes's choice | C |
| George you've a baritone at need | I |
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| GEORGE | K |
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| Alas my famous Keynotes lead | I |
| To Discords | C |
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| JOHN | F |
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| I've a little thing | N |
| Of Resurrection Shall I sing | N |
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| ARTHUR | M |
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| Please do but a propos of what | I |
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| JOHN | F |
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| I cannot say unless de bottes | C |
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| Proceeds to sing a Ballad of Resurrection | L |
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| A letter card from my dear love | D |
| O folded page of blessed blue | Q |
| She burst her many buttoned glove | D |
| And ripped the perforation through | Q |
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| My love to night about eleven | L |
| With never a priest or passing bell | G |
| We die and meet with luck in Heaven | L |
| But anyhow at least in Hell | G |
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| Her courage very nearly failed | I |
| In fact she swooned along the floor | R |
| But curiosity prevailed | I |
| She came again and read some more | R |
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| There is no way but this to choose | C |
| My people fain would have us wed | I |
| But you and I have later views | C |
| And scorn the vulgar marriage bed | I |
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| Far be it from me to dictate | I |
| How best to break the mortal bond | I |
| But personally I may state | I |
| That I shall use the village pond | I |
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| Be punctual love and let us meet | I |
| For weal or woe | I |
| This line has lost a pair of feet | I |
| The post is now about to go | I |
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| Ay ay she thought to meet were well | G |
| But if we found each other out | I |
| You say in Heaven I in Hell | G |
| Or else the other way about | I |
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| Nay there be heavy odds she said | I |
| One fate shall save us both or damn | S |
| We surely shall be bracketed | I |
| She ceased and sent a telegram | S |
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| To Guy le Preux de Balthazar | M |
| Here followed his address and then | T |
| This pregnant message Right you are | U |
| She wrote it with the office pen | T |
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| She flashed the phrase along the wires | C |
| Then passing by a dagger shop | V |
| Bought one and wiped it on her sire's | C |
| Best graduated razor strop | V |
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| On second thoughts she said I lean | W |
| To poison true a knife like this | C |
| Looks pretty rib and rib between | W |
| But people very often miss | C |
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| She sought the chemist in his place | C |
| He sampled her with searching eye | X |
| She looked him frankly in the face | C |
| And told a wicked wicked lie | X |
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| My hen she said a bantam blend | I |
| Has hatched a poor demented chick | H |
| To ease the gentle creature's end | I |
| I want a pint of arsenic | H |
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| The chemist deemed the order large | Y |
| But said no thing and drew the drug | Z |
| She seized and bore the sacred charge | Y |
| Before her in a pewter mug | Z |
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| At tea she faced her fell intent | I |
| Dressing she lightly laughed at doom | A2 |
| Dined with the family and spent | I |
| The evening in the drawing room | A2 |
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| At ten the early rooster crowed | I |
| Ten thirty struck and she was gone | B2 |
| She crossed alone the naked road | I |
| The road had really nothing on | F |
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| Her golden braids hung down her back | C2 |
| Within her side she felt a stitch | D2 |
| And once the moon behind the wrack | C2 |
| Came out and caught her in a ditch | D2 |
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| Once ere she reached the trysting pear | E2 |
| She broke the slumber of the rooks | C |
| She wrung her hands she tore her hair | E2 |
| And did as people do in books | C |
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| From out her cloak she fetched the drug | Z |
| Thy health my love in Heaven or Hell | G |
| Deep to the dregs she drained the mug | Z |
| And dropped it feeling far from well | G |
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| Upon the punctual stroke her fond | I |
| True lover kept the oath he swore | R |
| Plunged softly in the village pond | I |
| But feeling chilly swam ashore | R |
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| Next morning in the judgment place | C |
| Two pallid prisoners were tried | I |
| Their guilt was plain it was a case | C |
| Of ineffective suicide | I |
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| Yestreen a member of the Force | C |
| Had found a woman deadly sick | H |
| Lamenting with sincere remorse | C |
| An overdose of arsenic | H |
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| Another heard upon his beat | I |
| One darkly muttering This is Hell | G |
| His weed was wet from head to feet | I |
| He put him in a common cell | G |
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| The Justice chewed the evidence | C |
| His eyes were soft his lips were bland | I |
| It was he said a first offence | C |
| He merely gave a reprimand | I |
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| Go free my poppets keep the laws | C |
| And get ye wed at once said he | A |
| The court indulged in rude applause | C |
| The usher cleared the gallery | A |
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| The prison warder deeply stirred | I |
| Approached the culprits at the bar | U |
| Then haled them forth without a word | I |
| Towards the nearest Registrar | U |
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| RICHARD | I |
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| John you surpass yourself Next week | F2 |
| Expect a flattering critique | F2 |
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| JOHN | F |
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| The waits are whining in the cold | I |
| With clavicorn and clarigold | I |
| They play them like a crumpled horn | G2 |
| The clarigold and clavicorn | G2 |
Owen Seaman
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