John Day. - A Pathetic Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF HIJI KLML NOPO QRSR TBUB VNWX YZA2Z ZQWQ B2C2D2C2 E2F2G2F2 H2I2J2I2 K2L2M2L2 N2WO2W HP2Q2R2 QS2G2S2

A Day after the Fair Old ProverbA
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John Day he was the biggest manB
Of all the coachman kindC
With back too broad to be conceivedD
By any narrow mindC
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The very horses knew his weightE
When he was in the rearF
And wished his box a Christmas boxG
To come but once a yearF
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Alas against the shafts of loveH
What armor can availI
Soon Cupid sent an arrow throughJ
His scarlet coat of mailI
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The barmaid of the Crown he lovedK
From whom he never rangedL
For though he changed his horses thereM
His love he never changedL
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He thought her fairest of all faresN
So fondly love prefersO
And often among twelve outsidesP
Deemed no outside like hersO
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One day as she was sitting downQ
Beside the porter pumpR
He came and knelt with all his fatS
And made an offer plumpR
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Said she my taste will never learnT
To like so huge a manB
So I must beg you will come hereU
As little as you canB
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But still he stoutly urged his suitV
With vows and sighs and tearsN
Yet could not pierce her heart altho'W
He drove the Dart for yearsX
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In vain he wooed in vain he suedY
The maid was cold and proudZ
And sent him off to CoventryA2
While on his way to StroudZ
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He fretted all the way to StroudZ
And thence all back to townQ
The course of love was never smoothW
So his went up and downQ
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At last her coldness made him pineB2
To merely bones and skinC2
But still he loved like one resolvedD2
To love through thick and thinC2
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O Mary view my wasted backE2
And see my dwindled calfF2
Tho' I have never had a wifeG2
I've lost my better halfF2
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Alas in vain he still assail'dH2
He heart withstood the dintI2
Though he had carried sixteen stoneJ2
He could not move a flintI2
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Worn out at last he made a vowK2
To break his being's linkL2
For he was so reduced in sizeM2
At nothing he could shrinkL2
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Now some will talk in water's praiseN2
And waste a deal of breathW
But John tho' he drank nothing elseO2
He drank himself to deathW
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The cruel maid that caused his loveH
Found out the fatal closeP2
For looking in the butt she sawQ2
The butt end of his woesR2
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Some say his spirit haunts the CrownQ
But that is only talkS2
For after riding all his lifeG2
His ghost objects to walkS2

Thomas Hood



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