Eclogue Iv: The Sailor's Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Eclogue Iv: The Sailor's Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WOMAN	A
Sir for the love of God some small relief	B
To a poor woman	A
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TRAVELLER	C
Whither are you bound	D
'Tis a late hour to travel o'er these downs	E
No house for miles around us and the way	F
Dreary and wild The evening wind already	G
Makes one's teeth chatter and the very Sun	A
Setting so pale behind those thin white clouds	H
Looks cold 'Twill be a bitter night	I
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WOMAN	A
Aye Sir	C
'Tis cutting keen I smart at every breath	J
Heaven knows how I shall reach my journey's end	K
For the way is long before me and my feet	L
God help me sore with travelling I would gladly	G
If it pleased God lie down at once and die	M
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TRAVELLER	C
Nay nay cheer up a little food and rest	N
Will comfort you and then your journey's end	K
Will make amends for all You shake your head	O
And weep Is it some evil business then	P
That leads you from your home	Q
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WOMAN	A
Sir I am going	R
To see my son at Plymouth sadly hurt	S
In the late action and in the hospital	T
Dying I fear me now	U
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TRAVELLER	C
Perhaps your fears	V
Make evil worse Even if a limb be lost	W
There may be still enough for comfort left	X
An arm or leg shot off there's yet the heart	Y
To keep life warm and he may live to talk	Z
With pleasure of the glorious fight that maim'd him	A2
Proud of his loss Old England's gratitude	B2
Makes the maim'd sailor happy	G
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WOMAN	A
'Tis not that	C2
An arm or leg I could have borne with that	C2
'Twas not a ball it was some cursed thing	R
That bursts and burns that hurt him Something Sir	C
They do not use on board our English ships	D2
It is so wicked	E2
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TRAVELLER	C
Rascals a mean art	Y
Of cruel cowardice yet all in vain	F2
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WOMAN	A
Yes Sir and they should show no mercy to them	G2
For making use of such unchristian arms	H2
I had a letter from the hospital	T
He got some friend to write it and he tells me	G
That my poor boy has lost his precious eyes	I2
Burnt out Alas that I should ever live	J2
To see this wretched day they tell me Sir	C
There is no cure for wounds like his Indeed	K2
'Tis a hard journey that I go upon	L2
To such a dismal end	K
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TRAVELLER	C
He yet may live	J2
But if the worst should chance why you must bear	M2
The will of heaven with patience Were it not	N2
Some comfort to reflect your son has fallen	A
Fighting his country's cause and for yourself	O2
You will not in unpitied poverty	G
Be left to mourn his loss Your grateful country	G
Amid the triumph of her victory	G
Remember those who paid its price of blood	E2
And with a noble charity relieves	P2
The widow and the orphan	A
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WOMAN	A
God reward them	G2
God bless them it will help me in my age	Q2
But Sir it will not pay me for my child	R2
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TRAVELLER	C
Was he your only child	R2
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WOMAN	A
My only one	A
The stay and comfort of my widowhood	R2
A dear good boy when first he went to sea	G
I felt what it would come to something told me	G
I should be childless soon But tell me Sir	C
If it be true that for a hurt like his	S2
There is no cure please God to spare his life	T2
Tho' he be blind yet I should be so thankful	T
I can remember there was a blind man	U2
Lived in our village one from his youth up	V2
Quite dark and yet he was a merry man	U2
And he had none to tend on him so well	W2
As I would tend my boy	X2
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TRAVELLER	C
Of this be sure	Y2
His hurts are look'd to well and the best help	Z2
The place affords as rightly is his due	R2
Ever at hand How happened it he left you	R2
Was a seafaring life his early choice	A3
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WOMAN	A
No Sir poor fellow he was wise enough	B3
To be content at home and 'twas a home	Q
As comfortable Sir I even tho' I say it	R2
As any in the country He was left	R2
A little boy when his poor father died	R2
Just old enough to totter by himself	O2
And call his mother's name We two were all	C3
And as we were not left quite destitute	R2
We bore up well In the summer time I worked	R2
Sometimes a field Then I was famed for knitting	R
And in long winter nights my spinning wheel	D3
Seldom stood still We had kind neighbours too	R2
And never felt distress So he grew up	V2
A comely lad and wonderous well disposed	R2
I taught him well there was not in the parish	E3
A child who said his prayers more regular	C
Or answered readier thro' his catechism	F3
If I had foreseen this but 'tis a blessing	R
We do'nt know what we're born to	R2
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TRAVELLER	C
But how came it	R2
He chose to be a Sailor	C
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WOMAN	A
You shall hear Sir	C
As he grew up he used to watch the birds	G3
In the corn child's work you know and easily done	A
'Tis an idle sort of task so he built up	V2
A little hut of wicker work and clay	F
Under the hedge to shelter him in rain	F2
And then he took for very idleness	H3
To making traps to catch the plunderers	H3
All sorts of cunning traps that boys can make	I3
Propping a stone to fall and shut them in	J3
Or crush them with its weight or else a springe	Q2
Swung on a bough He made them cleverly	G
And I poor foolish woman I was pleased	R2
To see the boy so handy You may guess	H3
What followed Sir from this unlucky skill	K3
He did what he should not when he was older	C
I warn'd him oft enough but he was caught	R2
In wiring hares at last and had his choice	H3
The prison or the ship	L3
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TRAVELLER	C
The choice at least	R2
Was kindly left him and for broken laws	H3
This was methinks no heavy punishment	R2
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WOMAN	A
So I was told Sir And I tried to think so	H3
But 'twas a sad blow to me I was used	R2
To sleep at nights soundly and undisturb'd	R2
Now if the wind blew rough it made me start	R2
And think of my poor boy tossing about	R2
Upon the roaring seas And then I seem'd	R2
To feel that it was hard to take him from me	G
For such a little fault But he was wrong	M3
Oh very wrong a murrain on his traps	H3
See what they've brought him too	R2
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TRAVELLER	C
Well well take comfort	R2
He will be taken care of if he lives	H3
And should you lose your child this is a country	G
Where the brave sailor never leaves a parent	R2
To weep for him in want	R2
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WOMAN	A
Sir I shall want	R2
No succour long In the common course of years	H3
I soon must be at rest and 'tis a comfort	R2
When grief is hard upon me to reflect	R2
It only leads me to that rest the sooner	C
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Footnote The stink pots used on board the French ships In the	N3
engagement between the Mars and L'Hercule some of our sailors were	C
shockingly mangled by them One in particular as described in the	N3
Eclogue lost both his eyes It would be policy and humanity to employ	X2
means of destruction could they be discovered powerful enough to	R2
destroy fleets and armies but to use any thing that only inflicts	H3
additional torture upon the victims of our war systems is cruel and	R2
wicked	R2