The Ghost. - A Very Serious Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF HIJI KELE MNON PQAQ RSTS UVWV XEYE ZA2B2 C2D2E2D2 F2ARA G2H2BH2 I2J2K2L L2M2N2M2| I'll be your second LISTON | A |
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| In Middle Row some years ago | B |
| There lived one Mr Brown | C |
| And many folks considered him | D |
| The stoutest man in town | C |
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| But Brown and stout will both wear out | E |
| One Friday he died hard | F |
| And left a widow'd wife to mourn | G |
| At twenty pence a yard | F |
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| Now widow B in two short months | H |
| Thought mourning quite a tax | I |
| And wished like Mr Wilberforce | J |
| To manumit her blacks | I |
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| With Mr Street she soon was sweet | K |
| The thing came thus about | E |
| She asked him in at home and then | L |
| At church he asked her out | E |
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| Assurance such as this the man | M |
| In ashes could not stand | N |
| So like a Phoenix he rose up | O |
| Against the Hand in Hand | N |
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| One dreary night the angry sprite | P |
| Appeared before her view | Q |
| It came a little after one | A |
| But she was after two | Q |
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| O Mrs B O Mrs B | R |
| Are these your sorrow's deeds | S |
| Already getting up a flame | T |
| To burn your widows' weeds | S |
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| It's not so long since I have left | U |
| For aye the mortal scene | V |
| My memory like Rogers's | W |
| Should still be bound in green | V |
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| Yet if my face you still retrace | X |
| I almost have a doubt | E |
| I'm like an old Forget me not | Y |
| With all the leaves torn out | E |
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| To think that on that finger joint | Z |
| Another pledge should cling | A2 |
| O Bess upon my very soul | B2 |
| It struck like 'Knock and Ring ' | - |
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| A ton of marble on my breast | C2 |
| Can't hinder my return | D2 |
| Your conduct ma'am has set my blood | E2 |
| A boiling in my urn | D2 |
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| Remember oh remember how | F2 |
| The marriage rite did run | A |
| If ever we one flesh should be | R |
| 'Tis now when I have none | A |
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| And you Sir once a bosom friend | G2 |
| Of perjured faith convict | H2 |
| As ghostly toe can give no blow | B |
| Consider you are kick'd | H2 |
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| A hollow voice is all I have | I2 |
| But this I tell you plain | J2 |
| Marry come up you marry ma'am | K2 |
| And I'll come up again | L |
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| More he had said but chanticleer | L2 |
| The spritely shade did shock | M2 |
| With sudden crow and off he went | N2 |
| Like fowling piece at cock | M2 |
Thomas Hood
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