The Dwarf Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDD BEBEE BFBFF BGBGG BGBGG EBEBB BHBHH IJIJK BBBBB ILILL

Now Jinnie my dear to the dwarf be offA
That lives in Barberry WoodB
And fetch me some honey but be sure you don't laughC
He hates little girls that are rude are rudeD
He hates little girls that are rudeD
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Jane tapped at the door of the house in the woodB
And the dwarf looked over the wallE
He eyed her so queer 'twas as much as she couldB
To keep from laughing at all at allE
To keep from laughing at allE
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His shoes down the passage came clod clod clodB
And when he opened the doorF
He croaked so harsh 'twas as much as she couldB
To keep from laughing the more the moreF
To keep from laughing the moreF
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As there with his bushy red beard he stoodB
Pricked out to double its sizeG
He squinted so cross 'twas as much as she couldB
To keep the tears out of her eyes her eyesG
To keep the tears out of her eyesG
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He slammed the door and went clod clod clodB
But while in the porch she bidesG
He squealed so fierce 'twas as much as she couldB
To keep from cracking her sides her sidesG
To keep from cracking her sidesG
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He threw a pumpkin over the wallE
And melons and apples besideB
So thick in the air that to see them all fallE
She laughed and laughed till she cried cried criedB
Jane laughed and laughed till she criedB
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Down fell her teardrops a pit a pat patB
And red as a rose she grewH
Kah kah said the dwarf is it crying you're atB
It's the very worst thing you could do do doH
It's the very worst thing you could doH
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He slipped like a monkey up into a treeI
He shook her down cherries like rainJ
See now says he cheeping a blackbird I beI
Laugh laugh little Jinnie again gain gainJ
Laugh laugh little Jinnie againK
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Ah me what a strange what a gladsome duetB
From a house in the deeps of a woodB
Such shrill and such harsh voices never met yetB
A laughing as loud as they could could couldB
A laughing as loud as they couldB
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Come Jinnie come dwarf cocksparrow and beeI
There's a ring gaudy green in the dellL
Sing sing ye sweet cherubs that flit in the treeI
La who can draw tears from a well well wellL
Who ever drew tears from a wellL

Walter De La Mare



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