In The Servants' Quarters Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBB DEFE GHIH JKLK MNOP NDQR ST TT| 'Man you too aren't you one of these rough followers of the criminal | A |
| All hanging hereabout to gather how he's going to bear | B |
| Examination in the hall ' She flung disdainful glances on | C |
| The shabby figure standing at the fire with others there | B |
| Who warmed them by its flare | B |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'No indeed my skipping maiden I know nothing of the trial here | D |
| Or criminal if so he be I chanced to come this way | E |
| And the fire shone out into the dawn and morning airs are cold now | F |
| I too was drawn in part by charms I see before me play | E |
| That I see not every day ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'Ha ha ' then laughed the constables who also stood to warm themselves | G |
| The while another maiden scrutinized his features hard | H |
| As the blaze threw into contrast every line and knot that wrinkled them | I |
| Exclaiming 'Why last night when he was brought in by the guard | H |
| You were with him in the yard ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'Nay nay you teasing wench I say You know you speak mistakenly | J |
| Cannot a tired pedestrian who has footed it afar | K |
| Here on his way from northern parts engrossed in humble marketings | L |
| Come in and rest awhile although judicial doings are | K |
| Moot by morning star ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'O come come ' laughed the constables 'Why man you speak the dialect | M |
| He uses in his answers you can hear him up the stairs So own it | N |
| We sha'n't hurt ye There he's speaking His syllables | O |
| Are those you sound yourself when you are talking unawares | P |
| As this pretty girl declares ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'And you shudder when his chain clinks ' she rejoined 'O yes I noticed it | N |
| And you winced too when those cuffs they gave him echoed to us here | D |
| They'll soon be coming down and you may then have to defend yourself | Q |
| Unless you hold your tongue or go away and keep you clear | R |
| When he's led to judgment near ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'No I'll be damned in hell if I know anything about the man | S |
| No single thing about him more than everybody knows | T |
| Must not I even warm my hands but I am charged with blasphemies ' | - |
| His face convulses as the morning cock that moment crows | T |
| And he stops and turns and goes | T |
Thomas Hardy
(2)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about In The Servants' Quarters poem by Thomas Hardy
Best Poems of Thomas Hardy