A Flying Visit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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I | - |
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The by gone September | B |
As folks may remember | B |
At least if their memory saves but an ember | B |
One fine afternoon | C |
There went up a Balloon | C |
Which did not return to the Earth very soon | C |
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II | - |
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For nearing the sky | - |
At about a mile high | - |
The A ronaut bold had resolved on a fly | - |
So cutting his string | D |
In a Parasol thing | D |
Down he came in a field like a lark from the wing | D |
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III | - |
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Meanwhile thus adrift | E |
The Balloon made a shift | E |
To rise very fast with no burden to lift | E |
It got very small | F |
Then to nothing at all | F |
And then rose the question of where it would fall | F |
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IV | - |
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Some thought that for lack | G |
Of the man and his pack | G |
'Twould rise to the cherub that watches Poor Jack | G |
Some held but in vain | H |
With the first heavy rain | H |
'Twould surely come down to the Gardens again | I |
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But still not a word | J |
For a month could be heard | J |
Of what had become of the Wonderful Bird | J |
The firm Gye and Hughes | K |
Wore their boots out and shoes | K |
In running about and inquiring for news | K |
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VI | - |
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Some thought it must be | - |
Tumbled into the Sea | - |
Some thought it had gone off to High Germanie | I |
For Germans as shown | I |
By their writings 'tis known | I |
Are always delighted with what is high flown | I |
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VII | - |
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Some hinted a bilk | L |
And that maidens who milk | L |
In far distant Shires would be walking in silk | L |
Some swore that it must | M |
As they said at the fust | M |
Have gone again' flashes of lightning and bust | M |
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VIII | - |
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However at last | N |
When six weeks had gone past | N |
Intelligence came of a plausible cast | N |
A wondering clown | I |
At a hamlet near town | I |
Had seen like a moon of green cheese coming down | I |
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IX | - |
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Soon spread the alarm | O |
And from cottage and farm | O |
The natives buzz'd out like the bees when they swarm | P |
And off ran the folk | Q |
It is such a good joke | Q |
To see the descent of a bagful of smoke | Q |
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X | - |
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And lo the machine | I |
Dappled yellow and green | I |
Was plainly enough in the clouds to be seen | I |
Yes yes was the cry | - |
It's the old one surely | - |
Where can it have been such a time in the sky | - |
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XI | - |
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Lord where will it fall | F |
It can't find out Vauxhall | F |
Without any pilot to guide it at all | F |
Some wager'd that Kent | R |
Would behold the event | R |
Debrett had been posed to predict its descent | R |
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XII | - |
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Some thought it would pitch | S |
In the old Tower Ditch | S |
Some swore on the Cross of St Paul's it would hitch | S |
And Farmers cried Zounds | - |
If it drops on our grounds | - |
We'll try if Balloons can't be put into pounds | - |
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XIII | - |
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But still to and fro | T |
It continued to go | T |
As if looking out for soft places below | T |
No difficult job | U |
It had only to bob | U |
Slap dash down at once on the heads of the mob | U |
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XIV | - |
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Who too apt to stare | V |
At some castle in air | V |
Forget that the earth is their proper affair | V |
Till watching the fall | F |
Of some soap bubble ball | F |
They tumble themselves with a terrible sprawl | F |
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XV | - |
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Meanwhile from its height | W |
Stooping downward in flight | W |
The Phenomenon came more distinctly in sight | W |
Still bigger and bigger | B |
And strike me a nigger | B |
Unfreed if there was not a live human figure | B |
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XVI | - |
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Yes plain to be seen | I |
Underneath the machine | I |
There dangled a mortal some swore it was Green | I |
Some mason could spy | - |
Others named Mr Gye | X |
Or Holland compell'd by the Belgians to fly | - |
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XVII | - |
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'Twas Graham the flighty | - |
Whom the Duke high and mighty | - |
Resign'd to take care of his own lignum vit | - |
'Twas Hampton whose whim | Y |
Was in Cloudland to swim | Y |
Till e'en Little Hampton looked little to him | Y |
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XVIII | - |
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But all were at fault | - |
From the heavenly vault | - |
The falling balloon came at last to a halt | - |
And bounce with the jar | Z |
Of descending so far | Z |
An outlandish Creature was thrown from the car | Z |
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XIX | - |
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At first with the jolt | - |
All his wits made a bolt | - |
As if he'd been flung by a mettlesome colt | - |
And while in his faint | - |
To avoid all complaint | - |
The muse shall endeavor his portrait to paint | - |
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XX | - |
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The face of this elf | - |
Round as platter of delf | - |
Was pale as if only a cast of itself | - |
His head had a rare | V |
Fleece of silvery hair | V |
Just like the Albino at Bartlemy Fair | V |
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XXI | - |
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His eyes they were odd | - |
Like the eyes of a cod | - |
And gave him the look of a watery God | - |
His nose was a snub | A2 |
Under which for his grub | A2 |
Was a round open mouth like to that of a chub | A2 |
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XXII | - |
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His person was small | F |
Without figure at all | F |
A plump little body as round as a ball | F |
With two little fins | - |
And a couple of pins | - |
With what has been christened a bow in the shins | - |
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XXIII | - |
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His dress it was new | I |
A full suit of sky blue | I |
With bright silver buckles in each little shoe | I |
Thus painted complete | - |
From his head to his feet | - |
Conceive him laid flat in Squire Hopkins's wheat | - |
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XXIV | - |
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Fine text for the crowd | - |
Who disputed aloud | - |
What sort of a creature had dropp'd from the cloud | - |
He's come from o'er seas | - |
He's a Cochin Chinese | - |
By jingo he's one of the wild Cherokees | - |
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XXV | - |
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Don't nobody know | T |
He's a young Esquimaux | - |
Turn'd white like the hares by the Arctical snow | T |
Some angel my dear | B2 |
Sent from some upper spear | B2 |
For Plumtree or Agnew too good for this here | C2 |
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XXVI | - |
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Meanwhile with a sigh | - |
Having open'd one eye | - |
The Stranger rose up on his seat by and by | - |
And finding his tongue | D2 |
Thus he said or he sung | D2 |
Mi criky bo biggamy kickery bung | D2 |
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XXVII | - |
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Lord what does he speak | E2 |
It's Dog Latin it's Greek | E2 |
It's some sort of slang for to puzzle a Beak | E2 |
It's no like the Scotch | F2 |
Said a Scot on the watch | F2 |
Pho it's nothing at all but a kind of hotch potch | F2 |
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XXVIII | - |
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It's not parly voo | - |
Cried a schoolboy or two | I |
Nor Hebrew at all said a wandering Jew | I |
Some held it was sprung | D2 |
From the Irvingite tongue | D2 |
The same that is used by a child very young | D2 |
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XXIX | - |
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Some guess'd it high Dutch | F2 |
Others thought it had much | F2 |
In sound of the true Hoky poky ish touch | F2 |
But none could be poz | - |
What the Dickins not Boz | - |
No mortal could tell what the Dickins it was | - |
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XXX | - |
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When who should come pat | - |
In a moment like that | - |
But Bowring to see what the people were at | - |
A Doctor well able | G2 |
Without any fable | G2 |
To talk and translate all the babble of Babel | G2 |
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XXXI | - |
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So just drawing near | B2 |
With a vigilant ear | C2 |
That took ev'ry syllable in very clear | B2 |
Before one could sip | H2 |
Up a tumbler of flip | H2 |
He knew the whole tongue from the root to the tip | H2 |
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XXXII | - |
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Then stretching his hand | - |
As you see Daniel stand | - |
In the Feast of Belshazzar that picture so grand | - |
Without more delay | I2 |
In the Hamilton way | I2 |
He English'd whatever the Elf had to say | I2 |
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XXXIII | I2 |
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Krak kraziboo ban | I |
I'm the Lunatick Man | I |
Confined in the Moon since creation began | I |
Sit muggy bigog | D2 |
Whom except in a fog | D2 |
You see with a Lanthorn a Bush and a Dog | D2 |
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XXXIV | - |
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Lang sinery lear | B2 |
For this many a year | B2 |
I've long'd to drop in at your own little sphere | B2 |
Och pad mad aroon | I |
Till one fine afternoon | I |
I found that Wind Coach on the horns of the Moon | I |
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XXXV | - |
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Cush quackery go | D2 |
But besides you must know | D2 |
I'd heard of a profiting Prophet below | D2 |
Big botherum blether | B2 |
Who pretended to gather | B2 |
The tricks that the Moon meant to play with the weather | B2 |
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XXXVI | - |
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So Crismus an crash | F2 |
Being shortish of cash | F2 |
I thought I'd a right to partake of the hash | F2 |
Slik mizzle an smak | D2 |
So I'm come with a pack | D2 |
To sell to the trade of My Own Almanack | D2 |
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XXXVII | - |
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Fiz bobbery pershal | D2 |
Besides aims commercial | D2 |
Much wishing to honor my friend Sir John Herschel | D2 |
Cum puddin and tame | J2 |
It's inscribed to his name | J2 |
Which is now at the full in celestial fame | J2 |
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XXXVIII | - |
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Wept wepton wish wept | - |
Pray this Copy accept | - |
But here on the Stranger some Kidnappers leapt | - |
For why a shrewd man | I |
Had devis'd a sly plan | I |
The Wonder to grab for a show Caravan | I |
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XXXIX | I2 |
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So plotted so done | I |
With a fight as in fun | I |
While mock pugilistical rounds were begun | I |
A knave who could box | I2 |
And give right and left knocks | I2 |
Caught hold of the Prize by his silvery locks | I2 |
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XL | D2 |
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And hard he had fared | - |
But the people were scared | - |
By what the Interpreter roundly declared | - |
You ignorant Turks | I2 |
You will be your own Burkes | I2 |
He holds all the keys of the lunary works | I2 |
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XLI | D2 |
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You'd best let him go | D2 |
If you keep him below | D2 |
The Moon will not change and the tides will not flow | D2 |
He left her at full | D2 |
And with such a long pull | D2 |
Zounds ev'ry man Jack will run mad like a bull | D2 |
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XLII | D2 |
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So awful a threat | - |
Took effect on the set | - |
The fright tho' was more than their Guest could forget | - |
So taking a jump | K2 |
In the car he came plump | K2 |
And threw all the ballast right out in a lump | K2 |
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XLIII | D2 |
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Up soar'd the machine | I |
With its yellow and green | I |
But still the pale face of the Creature was seen | I |
Who cried from the car | B2 |
Dam in yooman bi gar | B2 |
That is What a sad set of villains you are | B2 |
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XLIV | - |
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Howbeit at some height | - |
He threw down quite a flight | - |
Of Almanacks wishing to set us all right | - |
And thanks to the boon | I |
We shall see very soon | I |
If Murphy knows most or the Man in the Moon | I |
Thomas Hood
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