Peter Bell The Third Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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BY MICHING MALLECHO EsqA
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Is it a party in a parlourB
Crammed just as they on earth were crammedC
Some sipping punch some sipping teaD
But as you by their faces seeD
All silent and all damnedC
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Peter Bell by W WordsworthE
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Ophelia What means this my lordF
Hamlet Marry this is Miching Mallecho it means mischiefG
ShakespeareH
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PROLOGUEA
Pet er Bells one two and threeD
O'er the wide world wandering beD
First the antenatal PeterB
Wrapped in weeds of the same metreB
The so long predestined raimentF
Clothed in which to walk his way meantF
The second Peter whose ambitionI
Is to link the propositionI
As the mean of two extremesJ
This was learned from Aldric's themesJ
Shielding from the guilt of schismK
The orthodoxal syllogismK
The First Peter he who wasL
Like the shadow in the glassM
Of the second yet unripeN
His substantial antitypeN
Then came Peter Bell the SecondF
Who henceforward must be reckonedF
The body of a double soulO
And that portion of the wholeO
Without which the rest would seemK
Ends of a disjointed dreamK
And the Third is he who hasP
O'er the grave been forced to passM
To the other side which isQ
Go and try else just like thisR
Peter Bell the First was PeterB
Smugger milder softer neaterB
Like the soul before it isQ
Born from that world into thisR
The next Peter Bell was heD
Predevote like you and meD
To good or evil as may comeK
His was the severer doomK
For he was an evil CotterB
And a polygamic PotterB
And the last is Peter BellS
Damned since our first parents fellS
Damned eternally to HellS
Surely he deserves it wellS
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PART THE FIRSTF
DEATHT
And Peter Bell when he had beenU
With fresh imported Hell fire warmedF
Grew serious from his dress and mienV
'Twas very plainly to be seenV
Peter was quite reformedF
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His eyes turned up his mouth turned downW
His accent caught a nasal twangA
He oiled his hair there might be heardF
The grace of God in every wordF
Which Peter said or sangA
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But Peter now grew old and hadF
An ill no doctor could unravelX
His torments almost drove him madF
Some said it was a fever badF
Some swore it was the gravelX
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His holy friends then came aboutF
And with long preaching and persuasionI
Convinced the patient that withoutF
The smallest shadow of a doubtF
He was predestined to damnationI
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They said 'Thy name is Peter BellS
Thy skin is of a brimstone hueY
Alive or dead ay sick or wellS
The one God made to rhyme with hellS
The other I think rhymes with you '-
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Then Peter set up such a yellS
The nurse who with some water gruelZ
Was climbing up the stairs as wellS
As her old legs could climb them fellS
And broke them both the fall was cruelX
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The Parson from the casement leptF
Into the lake of WindermereB
And many an eel though no adeptF
In God's right reason for it keptF
Gnawing his kidneys half a yearB
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And all the rest rushed through the doorB
And tumbled over one anotherB
And broke their skulls Upon the floorB
Meanwhile sat Peter Bell and sworeB
And cursed his father and his motherB
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And raved of God and sin and deathT
Blaspheming like an infidelS
And said that with his clench d teethA2
He'd seize the earth from underneathA2
And drag it with him down to hellS
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As he was speaking came a spasmK
And wrenched his gnashing teeth asunderB
Like one who sees a strange phantasmK
He lay there was a silent chasmK
Between his upper jaw and underB
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And yellow death lay on his faceB2
And a fixed smile that was not humanI
Told as I understand the caseB2
That he was gone to the wrong placeB2
I heard all this from the old womanI
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Then there came down from Langdale PikeA
A cloud with lightning wind and hailC2
It swept over the mountains likeA
An ocean and I heard it strikeA
The woods and crags of Grasmere valeC2
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And I saw the black storm comeK
Nearer minute after minuteF
Its thunder made the cataracts dumbK
With hiss and clash and hollow humK
It neared as if the Devil was in itF
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The Devil was in it he had boughtF
Peter for half a crown and whenD2
The storm which bore him vanished noughtF
That in the house that storm had caughtF
Was ever seen againD2
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The gaping neighbours came next dayF
They found all vanished from the shoreB
The Bible whence he used to prayF
Half scorched under a hen coop layF
Smashed glass and nothing moreB
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PART THE SECONDF
THE DEVILX
The Devil I safely can averB
Has neither hoof nor tail nor stingA
Nor is he as some sages swearB
A spirit neither here nor thereB
In nothing yet in everythingA
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He is what we are for sometimesE2
The Devil is a gentlemanI
At others a bard bartering rhymesE2
For sack a statesman spinning crimesE2
A swindler living as he canF2
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A thief who cometh in the nightF
With whole boots and net pantaloonsG2
Like some one whom it were not rightF
To mention or the luckless wightF
From whom he steals nine silver spoonsG2
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But in this case he did appearB
Like a slop merchant from WappingA
And with smug face and eye severeB
On every side did perk and peerB
Till he saw Peter dead or nappingA
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He had on an upper BenjaminI
For he was of the driving schismK
In the which he wrapped his skinU
From the storm he travelled inU
For fear of rheumatismK
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He called the ghost out of the corseH2
It was exceedingly like PeterB
Only its voice was hollow and hoarseH2
It had a queerish look of courseH2
Its dress too was a little neaterB
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The Devil knew not his name and lotF
Peter knew not that he was BellS
Each had an upper stream of thoughtF
Which made all seem as it was notF
Fitting itself to all things wellS
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Peter thought he had parents dearB
Brothers sisters cousins croniesI2
In the fens of LincolnshireB
He perhaps had found them thereB
Had he gone and boldly shown hisQ
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Solemn phiz in his own villageJ2
Where he thought oft when a boyK2
He'd clomb the orchard walls to pillageL2
The produce of his neighbour's tillageL2
With marvellous pride and joyL2
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And the Devil thought he hadF
'Mid the misery and confusionI
Of an unjust war just madeF
A fortune by the gainful tradeF
Of giving soldiers rations badF
The world is full of strange delusionI
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That he had a mansion plannedF
In a square like Grosvenor SquareB
That he was aping fashion andF
That he now came to WestmorelandF
To see what was romantic thereB
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And all this though quite idealM2
Ready at a breath to vanishN2
Was a state not more unrealM2
Than the peace he could not feelM2
Or the care he could not banishN2
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After a little conversationI
The Devil told Peter if he choseO2
He'd bring him to the world of fashionI
By giving him a situationI
In his own service and new clothesP2
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And Peter bowed quite pleased and proudF
And after waiting some few daysQ2
For a new livery dirty yellowR2
Turned up with black the wretched fellowR2
Was bowled to Hell in the Devil's chaiseQ2
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PART THE THIRDF
HELLS
Hell is a city much like LondonI
A populous and a smoky cityF
There are all sorts of people undoneI
And there is little or no fun doneI
Small justice shown and still less pityF
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There is a Castles and a CanningA
A Cobbett and a CastlereaghG
All sorts of caitiff corpses planningA
All sorts of cozening for trepanningA
Corpses less corrupt than theyF
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There is a who has lostF
His wits or sold them none knows whichS2
He walks about a double ghostF
And though as thin as Fraud almostF
Ever grows more grim and richS2
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There is a Chancery Court a KingA
A manufacturing mob a setF
Of thieves who by themselves are sentF
Similar thieves to representF
An army and a public debtF
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Which last is a scheme of paper moneyF
And means being interpretedF
'Bees keep your wax give us the honeyF
And we will plant while skies are sunnyF
Flowers which in winter serve instead '-
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There is a great talk of revolutionI
And a great chance of despotismK
German soldiers camps confusionI
Tumults lotteries ra ge delusionI
Gin suicide and methodismK
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Taxes too on wine and breadF
And meat and beer and tea and cheeseI2
From which those patriots pure are fedF
Who gorge before they reel to bedF
The tenfold essence of all theseI2
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There are mincing women mewingA
Like cats who amant miserB
Of theT2

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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