A Fairy Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On Hounslow Heath and close beside the roadA
As western travellers may oft have seenB
A little house some years ago there stoodC
A minikin abodeA
And built like Mr Birkbeck's all of woodC
The walls of white the window shutters greenB
Four wheels it had at North South East and WestD
Though now at restD
On which it used to wander to and froE
Because its master ne'er maintained a riderF
Like those who trade in Paternoster RowE
But made his business travel for itselfG
Till he had made his pelfG
And then retired if one may call it soE
Of a roadsiderE
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Perchance the very race and constant riotH
Of stages long and short which thereby ranI
Made him more relish the repose and quietH
Of his now sedentary caravanI
Perchance he loved the ground because 'twas commonJ
And so he might impale a strip of soilK
That furnished by his toilK
Some dusty greens for him and his old womanJ
And five tall hollyhocks in dingy flowerE
Howbeit the thoroughfare did no ways spoilK
His peace unless in some unlucky hourE
A stray horse came and gobbled up his bow'rE
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But tired of always looking at the coachesL
The same to come when they had seen them one dayM
And used to brisker life both man and wifeG
Began to suffer N U E's approachesN
And feel retirement like a long wet SundayM
So having had some quarters of school breedingO
They turned themselves like other folks to readingO
But setting out where others nigh have doneJ
And being ripened in the seventh stageP
The childhood of old ageP
Began as other children have begunJ
Not with the pastorals of Mr PopeQ
Or Bard of HopeQ
Or Paley ethical or learned PorsonJ
But spelt on Sabbaths in St Mark or JohnJ
And then relax'd themselves with WhittingtonJ
Or Valentine and OrsonJ
But chiefly fairy tales they loved to conJ
And being easily melted in their dotageP
Slobber'd and keptR
Reading and weptR
Over the White Cat in their wooden cottageP
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Thus reading on the longerE
They read of course their childish faith grew strongerE
In Gnomes and Hags and Elves and Giants grimS
If talking Trees and Birds revealed to himS
She saw the flight of Fairyland's fly wagonsT
And magic fishes swimS
In puddle ponds and took old crows for dragonsT
Both were quite drunk from the enchanted flagonsT
When as it fell upon a summer's dayM
As the old man sat a feedingO
On the old babe readingO
Beside his open street and parlor doorE
A hideous roarE
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Proclaimed a drove of beasts was coming by the wayM
Long horned and short of many a different breedU
Tall tawny brutes from famous Lincoln levelsT
Or Durham feedU
With some of those unquiet black dwarf devilsT
From nether side of TweedU
Or Firth of ForthV
Looking half wild with joy to leave the NorthV
With dusty hides all mobbing on togetherE
When whether from a fly's malicious commentW
Upon his tender flank from which he shrankX
Or whetherE
Only in some enthusiastic momentY
However one brown monster in a friskZ
Giving his tail a perpendicular whiskZ
Kicked out a passage through the beastly rabbleA2
And after a pas seul or if you will aB2
Horn pipe before the basket maker's villaB2
Leapt o'er the tiny paleC2
Backed his beefsteaks against the wooden gableA2
And thrust his brawny bell rope of a tailC2
Right o'er the pageP
Wherein the sageP
Just then was spelling some romantic fableA2
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The old man half a scholar half a dunceT
Could not peruse who could two tales at onceT
And being huffedD2
At what he knew was none of Riquet's TuftD2
Banged to the doorE
But most unluckily enclosed a morselA2
Of the intruding tail and all the tasselA2
The monster gave a roarE
And bolting off with speed increased by painJ
The little house became a coach once moreE
And like Macheath took to the road againJ
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Just then by fortune's whimsical decreeE
The ancient woman stooping with her crupperE
Towards sweet home or where sweet home should beE
Was getting up some household herbs for supperE
Thoughtful of Cinderella in the taleC2
And quaintly wondering if magic shiftsT
Could o'er a common pumpkin so prevailC2
To turn it to a coach what pretty giftsT
Might come of cabbages and curly kaleC2
Meanwhile she never heard her old man's wailC2
Nor turned till home had turned a corner quiteE2
Gone out of sightE2
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At last conceive her rising from the groundF2
Weary of sitting on her russet clothingO
And looking roundF2
Where rest was to be foundF2
There was no house no villa there no nothingO
No houseT
The change was quite amazingO
It made her senses stagger for a minuteH
The riddle's explication seemed to hardenJ
But soon her superannuated nousT
Explain'd the horrid mystery and raisingO
Her hand to heaven with the cabbage in itG2
On which she meant to supH2
Well this is Fairy work I'll bet a fardenJ
Little Prince Silverwings has ketch'd me upH2
And set me down in some one else's gardenJ

Thomas Hood



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