Letter X. From The Blue-bottle Fly To The Grasshopper. (the Bird And Insects' Post-office.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDC EEFGGF HHIJJI K BBLMML L IINOON K KKKPPK Q K| CHARLES BLOOMFIELD | A |
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| I | - |
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| As I roamed t'other day | B |
| Neighbour Hop in my way | B |
| I discovered a nice rotten plum | C |
| Which you know is a treat | D |
| And to taste of the sweet | D |
| A swarm of relations had come | C |
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| II | - |
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| So we all settled round | E |
| As it lay on the ground | E |
| And were feasting ourselves with delight | F |
| But for want of more thought | G |
| To have watched as we ought | G |
| We were suddenly seized and held tight | F |
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| In a human clenched hand | H |
| Where unable to stand | H |
| We were twisted and tumbled about | I |
| But perceiving a chink | J |
| You will readily think | J |
| I exerted myself I got out | I |
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| IV | K |
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| How the rest got away | B |
| I really can't say | B |
| But I flew with such ardour and glee | L |
| That again unawares | M |
| I got into the snares | M |
| Of my foe Mr Spider you see | L |
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| V | L |
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| Who so fiercely came out | I |
| Of his hole that no doubt | I |
| He expected that I was secure | N |
| But he found 'twould not do | O |
| For I forced my way through | O |
| Overjoyed on escaping you're sure | N |
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| VI | K |
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| But I'll now take my leave | K |
| For the clouds I perceive | K |
| Are darkening over the sky | K |
| The sun has gone in | P |
| And I really begin | P |
| To feel it grow colder Good bye | K |
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| I'm as ever yours | Q |
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| BLUE BOTTLE FLY | K |
Robert Bloomfield
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About Letter X. From The Blue-bottle Fly To The Grasshopper. (the Bird And Insects' Post-office.)
Letter X. From The Blue-bottle Fly To The Grasshopper. (the Bird And Insects' Post-office.) is a poem by Robert Bloomfield. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.