A Fairy Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACBDDEFEGGEE HIHIJKKJEKEE LMGNMOOJPPJQQJJJJJPR RP EESSTSTTMOOEE MUTUTUVVEWXEYZZA2B2B 2C2A2C2PPA2 TTD2D2EA2A2EJEJ EEEEC2TC2TC2C2E2E2 F2OF2F2OTOHJTOG2H2JH 2JOn Hounslow Heath and close beside the road | A |
As western travellers may oft have seen | B |
A little house some years ago there stood | C |
A minikin abode | A |
And built like Mr Birkbeck's all of wood | C |
The walls of white the window shutters green | B |
Four wheels it had at North South East and West | D |
Though now at rest | D |
On which it used to wander to and fro | E |
Because its master ne'er maintained a rider | F |
Like those who trade in Paternoster Row | E |
But made his business travel for itself | G |
Till he had made his pelf | G |
And then retired if one may call it so | E |
Of a roadsider | E |
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Perchance the very race and constant riot | H |
Of stages long and short which thereby ran | I |
Made him more relish the repose and quiet | H |
Of his now sedentary caravan | I |
Perchance he loved the ground because 'twas common | J |
And so he might impale a strip of soil | K |
That furnished by his toil | K |
Some dusty greens for him and his old woman | J |
And five tall hollyhocks in dingy flower | E |
Howbeit the thoroughfare did no ways spoil | K |
His peace unless in some unlucky hour | E |
A stray horse came and gobbled up his bow'r | E |
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But tired of always looking at the coaches | L |
The same to come when they had seen them one day | M |
And used to brisker life both man and wife | G |
Began to suffer N U E's approaches | N |
And feel retirement like a long wet Sunday | M |
So having had some quarters of school breeding | O |
They turned themselves like other folks to reading | O |
But setting out where others nigh have done | J |
And being ripened in the seventh stage | P |
The childhood of old age | P |
Began as other children have begun | J |
Not with the pastorals of Mr Pope | Q |
Or Bard of Hope | Q |
Or Paley ethical or learned Porson | J |
But spelt on Sabbaths in St Mark or John | J |
And then relax'd themselves with Whittington | J |
Or Valentine and Orson | J |
But chiefly fairy tales they loved to con | J |
And being easily melted in their dotage | P |
Slobber'd and kept | R |
Reading and wept | R |
Over the White Cat in their wooden cottage | P |
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Thus reading on the longer | E |
They read of course their childish faith grew stronger | E |
In Gnomes and Hags and Elves and Giants grim | S |
If talking Trees and Birds revealed to him | S |
She saw the flight of Fairyland's fly wagons | T |
And magic fishes swim | S |
In puddle ponds and took old crows for dragons | T |
Both were quite drunk from the enchanted flagons | T |
When as it fell upon a summer's day | M |
As the old man sat a feeding | O |
On the old babe reading | O |
Beside his open street and parlor door | E |
A hideous roar | E |
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Proclaimed a drove of beasts was coming by the way | M |
Long horned and short of many a different breed | U |
Tall tawny brutes from famous Lincoln levels | T |
Or Durham feed | U |
With some of those unquiet black dwarf devils | T |
From nether side of Tweed | U |
Or Firth of Forth | V |
Looking half wild with joy to leave the North | V |
With dusty hides all mobbing on together | E |
When whether from a fly's malicious comment | W |
Upon his tender flank from which he shrank | X |
Or whether | E |
Only in some enthusiastic moment | Y |
However one brown monster in a frisk | Z |
Giving his tail a perpendicular whisk | Z |
Kicked out a passage through the beastly rabble | A2 |
And after a pas seul or if you will a | B2 |
Horn pipe before the basket maker's villa | B2 |
Leapt o'er the tiny pale | C2 |
Backed his beefsteaks against the wooden gable | A2 |
And thrust his brawny bell rope of a tail | C2 |
Right o'er the page | P |
Wherein the sage | P |
Just then was spelling some romantic fable | A2 |
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The old man half a scholar half a dunce | T |
Could not peruse who could two tales at once | T |
And being huffed | D2 |
At what he knew was none of Riquet's Tuft | D2 |
Banged to the door | E |
But most unluckily enclosed a morsel | A2 |
Of the intruding tail and all the tassel | A2 |
The monster gave a roar | E |
And bolting off with speed increased by pain | J |
The little house became a coach once more | E |
And like Macheath took to the road again | J |
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Just then by fortune's whimsical decree | E |
The ancient woman stooping with her crupper | E |
Towards sweet home or where sweet home should be | E |
Was getting up some household herbs for supper | E |
Thoughtful of Cinderella in the tale | C2 |
And quaintly wondering if magic shifts | T |
Could o'er a common pumpkin so prevail | C2 |
To turn it to a coach what pretty gifts | T |
Might come of cabbages and curly kale | C2 |
Meanwhile she never heard her old man's wail | C2 |
Nor turned till home had turned a corner quite | E2 |
Gone out of sight | E2 |
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At last conceive her rising from the ground | F2 |
Weary of sitting on her russet clothing | O |
And looking round | F2 |
Where rest was to be found | F2 |
There was no house no villa there no nothing | O |
No house | T |
The change was quite amazing | O |
It made her senses stagger for a minute | H |
The riddle's explication seemed to harden | J |
But soon her superannuated nous | T |
Explain'd the horrid mystery and raising | O |
Her hand to heaven with the cabbage in it | G2 |
On which she meant to sup | H2 |
Well this is Fairy work I'll bet a farden | J |
Little Prince Silverwings has ketch'd me up | H2 |
And set me down in some one else's garden | J |
Thomas Hood
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