The Curate's Kindness - A Workhouse Irony Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBD A EFEF A GHGH IJIK LMLM NOOO P PO L L Q Q C D| I | A |
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| I thought they'd be strangers aroun' me | B |
| But she's to be there | C |
| Let me jump out o' waggon and go back and drown me | B |
| At Pummery or Ten Hatches Weir | D |
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| II | A |
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| I thought Well I've come to the Union | E |
| The workhouse at last | F |
| After honest hard work all the week and Communion | E |
| O' Zundays these fifty years past | F |
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| III | A |
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| 'Tis hard but I thought never mind it | G |
| There's gain in the end | H |
| And when I get used to the place I shall find it | G |
| A home and may find there a friend | H |
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| IV | - |
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| Life there will be better than t'other | I |
| For peace is assured | J |
| THE MEN IN ONE WING AND THEIR WIVES IN ANOTHER | I |
| Is strictly the rule of the Board | K |
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| V | - |
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| Just then one young Pa'son arriving | L |
| Steps up out of breath | M |
| To the side o' the waggon wherein we were driving | L |
| To Union and calls out and saith | M |
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| VI | - |
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| Old folks that harsh order is altered | N |
| Be not sick of heart | O |
| The Guardians they poohed and they pished and they paltered | O |
| When urged not to keep you apart | O |
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| VII | - |
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| 'It is wrong ' I maintained 'to divide them | P |
| Near forty years wed ' | - |
| 'Very well sir We promise then they shall abide them | P |
| In one wing together ' they said | O |
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| VIII | - |
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| Then I sank knew 'twas quite a foredone thing | L |
| That misery should be | - |
| To the end To get freed of her there was the one thing | L |
| Had made the change welcome to me | - |
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| IX | - |
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| To go there was ending but badly | - |
| 'Twas shame and 'twas pain | Q |
| But anyhow thought I thereby I shall gladly | - |
| Get free of this forty years' chain | Q |
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| X | - |
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| I thought they'd be strangers aroun' me | - |
| But she's to be there | C |
| Let me jump out o' waggon and go back and drown me | - |
| At Pummery or Ten Hatches Weir | D |
Thomas Hardy
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