The Fakenham Ghost. A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB C DEDE FGFG HEHE IJIJ FKFK FLFM DNDO PQPQ RLRM SQTQ UVUV WXWX YIYI YZYZ DADA A2B2A2B2 YXYX DC2DC2 BYA2Q

The Lawns were dry in Euston ParkA
Here Truth inspires my TaleB
The lonely footpath still and darkA
Led over Hill and DaleB
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Footnote This Ballad is founded on a fact The circumstance occurred perhaps long before I was born but is still related by my Mother and some of the oldest inhabitants in that part of the country R BC
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Benighted was an ancient DameD
And fearful haste she madeE
To gain the vale of FakenhamD
And hail its Willow shadeE
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Her footsteps knew no idle stopsF
But follow'd faster stillG
And echo'd to the darksome CopseF
That whisper'd on the HillG
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Where clam'rous Rooks yet scarcely hush'dH
Bespoke a peopled shadeE
And many a wing the foliage brush'dH
And hov'ring circuits madeE
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The dappled herd of grazing DeerI
That sought the Shades by dayJ
Now started from her path with fearI
And gave the Stranger wayJ
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Darker it grew and darker fearsF
Came o'er her troubled mindK
When now a short quick step she hearsF
Come patting close behindK
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She turn'd it stopt nought could she seeF
Upon the gloomy plainL
But as she strove the Sprite to fleeF
She heard the same againM
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Now terror seiz'd her quaking frameD
For where the path was bareN
The trotting Ghost kept on the sameD
She mutter'd many a pray'rO
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Yet once again amidst her frightP
She tried what sight could doQ
When through the cheating glooms of nightP
A MONSTER stood in viewQ
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Regardless of whate'er she feltR
It follow'd down the plainL
She own'd her sins and down she kneltR
And said her pray'rs againM
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Then on she sped and Hope grew strongS
The white park gate in viewQ
Which pushing hard so long it swungT
That Ghost and all pass'd throughQ
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Loud fell the gate against the postU
Her heart strings like to crackV
For much she fear'd the grisly GhostU
Would leap upon her backV
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Still on pat pat the Goblin wentW
As it had done beforeX
Her strength and resolution spentW
She fainted at the doorX
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Out came her Husband much surpris'dY
Out came her Daughter dearI
Good natur'd Souls all unadvis'dY
Of what they had to fearI
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The Candle's gleam pierc'd through the nightY
Some short space o'er the greenZ
And there the little trotting SpriteY
Distinctly might be seenZ
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An Ass's Foal had lost its DamD
Within the spacious ParkA
And simple as the playful LambD
Had follow'd in the darkA
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No Goblin he no imp of sinA2
No crimes had ever knownB2
They took the shaggy stranger inA2
And rear'd him as their ownB2
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His little hoofs would rattle roundY
Upon the Cottage floorX
The Matron learn'd to love the soundY
That frighten'd her beforeX
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A favorite the Ghost becameD
And 'twas his fate to thriveC2
And long he liv'd and spread his fameD
And kept the joke aliveC2
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For many a laugh went through the ValeB
And some conviction todY
Each thought some other GoblinA2
Perhaps was just as trueQ

Robert Bloomfield



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