The Distress'd Travellers; Or, Labour In Vain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEEE AFGFGEEE AHFIFI HEEE JHFEFE HEEE HHEKEK HLLL JHMEME HJJJ JHNEOEPPP JHQ HR HQREEE ISTSTUUU

IA
I sing of a journey to CliftonB
We would have perform'd if we couldC
Without cart or barrow to lift onD
Poor Mary and me through the mudE
Slee sla sludE
Stuck in the mudE
Oh it is pretty to wade through a floodE
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IIA
So away we went slipping and slidingF
Hop hop a la mode de deux frogsG
'Tis near as good walking as ridingF
When ladies are dress'd in their clogsG
Wheels no doubtE
Go briskly aboutE
But they clatter and rattle and make such a routE
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IIIA
SHEH
Well now I protest it is charmingF
How finely the weather improvesI
That cloud though is rather alarmingF
How slowly and stately it movesI
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HEH
Pshaw never mindE
'Tis not in the windE
We are travelling south and shall leave it behindE
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IVJ
SHEH
I am glad we are come for an airingF
For folks may be pounded and penn'dE
Until they grow rusty not caringF
To stir half a mile to an endE
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HEH
The longer we stayE
The longer we mayE
It's a folly to think about weather or wayE
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VH
SHEH
But now I begin to be frightedE
If I fall what a way I should rollK
I am glad that the bridge was indictedE
Stop stop I am sunk in a holeK
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HEH
Nay never careL
'Tis a common affairL
You'll not be the last that will set a foot thereL
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VIJ
SHEH
Let me breathe now alittle and ponderM
On what it were better to doE
That terrible lane I see yonderM
I think we shall never get throughE
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HEH
So think IJ
But by the byeJ
We never shall know if we never should tryJ
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VIIJ
SHEH
But should we get there how shall we get homeN
What a terrible deal of bad road we have pastE
Slipping and sliding and if we should comeO
To a difficult stile I am ruin'd at lastE
Oh this laneP
Now it is plainP
That struggling and striving is labour in vainP
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VIIIJ
HEH
Stick fast there while I go and lookQ
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SHEH
Don't go away for fear I should fallR
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HEH
I have examin'd it every nookQ
And what you have here is a sample of allR
Come wheel roundE
The dirt we have foundE
Would be an estate at a farthing a poundE
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IXI
Now Sister Anne the guitar you must takeS
Set it and sing it and make it a songT
I have vari'd the verse for variety sakeS
And cut it off short because it was longT
'Tis hobbling and lameU
Which critics won't blameU
For the sense and the sound they say should be the sameU

William Cowper



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