Eclogue Ii. The Grandmothers Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH AI HJKLJM AFFN HOEPQ EH HR ES HPHFTFUJVWF EWOH HTXYZA2HNB2C2O AO HD2ERE2F2G2H2I2J2 EI2 HK2ZL2FM2N2O2FP2Q2R2 ES2FFFT2HU2V2W2X2 AY2 EZ2 HA3B3C3D3C3A2E3F3G3O 2FH3HE3H2OI3FJ3C2T2K 3 EL3 HZ2RM3A2N3O3U2P3| JANE | A |
| Harry I'm tired of playing We'll draw round | B |
| The fire and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us | C |
| One of her stories | D |
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| HARRY | E |
| Aye dear Grandmamma | F |
| A pretty story something dismal now | G |
| A bloody murder | H |
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| JANE | A |
| Or about a ghost | I |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| Nay nay I should but frighten you You know | J |
| The other night when I was telling you | K |
| About the light in the church yard how you trembled | L |
| Because the screech owl hooted at the window | J |
| And would not go to bed | M |
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| JANE | A |
| Why Grandmamma | F |
| You said yourself you did not like to hear him | F |
| Pray now we wo'nt be frightened | N |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| Well well children | O |
| But you've heard all my stories Let me see | E |
| Did I never tell you how the smuggler murdered | P |
| The woman down at Pill | Q |
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| HARRY | E |
| No never never | H |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| Not how he cut her head off in the stable | R |
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| HARRY | E |
| Oh now do tell us that | S |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| You must have heard | P |
| Your Mother children often tell of her | H |
| She used to weed in the garden here and worm | F |
| Your uncle's dogs and serve the house with coal | T |
| And glad enough she was in winter time | F |
| To drive her asses here it was cold work | U |
| To follow the slow beasts thro' sleet and snow | J |
| And here she found a comfortable meal | V |
| And a brave fire to thaw her for poor Moll | W |
| Was always welcome | F |
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| HARRY | E |
| Oh 'twas blear eyed Moll | W |
| The collier woman a great ugly woman | O |
| I've heard of her | H |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| Ugly enough poor soul | T |
| At ten yards distance you could hardly tell | X |
| If it were man or woman for her voice | Y |
| Was rough as our old mastiff's and she wore | Z |
| A man's old coat and hat and then her face | A2 |
| There was a merry story told of her | H |
| How when the press gang came to take her husband | N |
| As they were both in bed she heard them coming | B2 |
| Drest John up in her night cap and herself | C2 |
| Put on his clothes and went before the Captain | O |
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| JANE | A |
| And so they prest a woman | O |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| 'Twas a trick | D2 |
| She dearly loved to tell and all the country | E |
| Soon knew the jest for she was used to travel | R |
| For miles around All weathers and all hours | E2 |
| She crossed the hill as hardy as her beasts | F2 |
| Bearing the wind and rain and winter frosts | G2 |
| And if she did not reach her home at night | H2 |
| She laid her down in the stable with her asses | I2 |
| And slept as sound as they did | J2 |
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| HARRY | E |
| With her asses | I2 |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| Yes and she loved her beasts For tho' poor wretch | K2 |
| She was a terrible reprobate and swore | Z |
| Like any trooper she was always good | L2 |
| To the dumb creatures never loaded them | F |
| Beyond their strength and rather I believe | M2 |
| Would stint herself than let the poor beasts want | N2 |
| Because she said they could not ask for food | O2 |
| I never saw her stick fall heavier on them | F |
| Than just with its own weight She little thought | P2 |
| This tender heartedness would be her death | Q2 |
| There was a fellow who had oftentimes | R2 |
| As if he took delight in cruelty | E |
| Ill used her Asses He was one who lived | S2 |
| By smuggling and for she had often met him | F |
| Crossing the down at night she threatened him | F |
| If he tormented them again to inform | F |
| Of his unlawful ways Well so it was | T2 |
| 'Twas what they both were born to he provoked her | H |
| She laid an information and one morn | U2 |
| They found her in the stable her throat cut | V2 |
| From ear to ear 'till the head only hung | W2 |
| Just by a bit of skin | X2 |
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| JANE | A |
| Oh dear oh dear | Y2 |
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| HARRY | E |
| I hope they hung the man | Z2 |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| They took him up | A3 |
| There was no proof no one had seen the deed | B3 |
| And he was set at liberty But God | C3 |
| Whoss eye beholdeth all things he had seen | D3 |
| The murder and the murderer knew that God | C3 |
| Was witness to his crime He fled the place | A2 |
| But nowhere could he fly the avenging hand | E3 |
| Of heaven but nowhere could the murderer rest | F3 |
| A guilty conscience haunted him by day | G3 |
| By night in company in solitude | O2 |
| Restless and wretched did he bear upon him | F |
| The weight of blood her cries were in his ears | H3 |
| Her stifled groans as when he knelt upon her | H |
| Always he heard always he saw her stand | E3 |
| Before his eyes even in the dead of night | H2 |
| Distinctly seen as tho' in the broad sun | O |
| She stood beside the murderer's bed and yawn'd | I3 |
| Her ghastly wound till life itself became | F |
| A punishment at last he could not bear | J3 |
| And he confess'd it all and gave himself | C2 |
| To death so terrible he said it was | T2 |
| To have a guilty conscience | K3 |
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| HARRY | E |
| Was he hung then | L3 |
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| GRANDMOTHER | H |
| Hung and anatomized Poor wretched man | Z2 |
| Your uncles went to see him on his trial | R |
| He was so pale so thin so hollow eyed | M3 |
| And such a horror in his meagre face | A2 |
| They said he look'd like one who never slept | N3 |
| He begg'd the prayers of all who saw his end | O3 |
| And met his death with fears that well might warn | U2 |
| From guilt tho' not without a hope in Christ | P3 |
Robert Southey
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