Peg Of Limavaddy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDBEE EFGFHFFAFFIFJEEE KEEELFEFMNON EP QRSTUVTV AFEFFTWTNTETXEFE YNANTTETTNZ ENA2NAEEEEFNA ENFNEEA2EB2TET ENC2ND2TA2TENTN D2FTFEEE2 C2E2TF2 AEG2EEETETNEN NE2TE2AEFEENEN TTH2TI2TETNEEE NENENENENENE NENENENENJ2NE| Riding from Coleraine | A |
| Famed for lovely Kitty | B |
| Came a Cockney bound | C |
| Unto Derry city | B |
| Weary was his soul | D |
| Shivering and sad he | B |
| Bumped along the road | E |
| Leads to Limavaddy | E |
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| Mountains stretch'd around | E |
| Gloomy was their tinting | F |
| And the horse's hoofs | G |
| Made a dismal clinting | F |
| Wind upon the heath | H |
| Howling was and piping | F |
| On the heath and bog | F |
| Black with many a snipe in | A |
| Mid the bogs of black | F |
| Silver pools were flashing | F |
| Crows upon their sides | I |
| Picking were and splashing | F |
| Cockney on the car | J |
| Closer folds his plaidy | E |
| Grumbling at the road | E |
| Leads to Limavaddy | E |
| - | |
| Through the crashing woods | K |
| Autumn brawld and bluster'd | E |
| Tossing round about | E |
| Leaves the hue of mustard | E |
| Yonder lay Lough Foyle | L |
| Which a storm was whipping | F |
| Covering with mist | E |
| Lake and shores and shipping | F |
| Up and down the hill | M |
| Nothing could be bolder | N |
| Horse went with a raw | O |
| Bleeding on his shoulder | N |
| 'Where are horses changed ' | - |
| Said I to the laddy | E |
| Driving on the box | P |
| 'Sir at Limavaddy ' | - |
| - | |
| Limavaddy inn's | Q |
| But a humble bait house | R |
| Where you may procure | S |
| Whiskey and potatoes | T |
| Landlord at the door | U |
| Gives a smiling welcome | V |
| To the shivering wights | T |
| Who to his hotel come | V |
| - | |
| Landlady within | A |
| Sits and knits a stocking | F |
| With a wary foot | E |
| Baby's cradle rocking | F |
| To the chimney nook | F |
| Having found admittance | T |
| There I watch a pup | W |
| Playing with two kittens | T |
| Playing round the fire | N |
| Which of blazing turf is | T |
| Roaring to the pot | E |
| Which bubbles with the murphies | T |
| And the cradled babe | X |
| Fond the mother nursed it | E |
| Singing it a song | F |
| As she twists the worsted | E |
| - | |
| Up and down the stair | Y |
| Two more young ones patter | N |
| Twins were never seen | A |
| Dirtier nor fatter | N |
| Both have mottled legs | T |
| Both have snubby noses | T |
| Both have Here the host | E |
| Kindly interposes | T |
| 'Sure you must be froze | T |
| With the sleet and hail sir | N |
| So will you have some punch | Z |
| Or will you have some ale sir ' | - |
| - | |
| Presently a maid | E |
| Enters with the liquor | N |
| Half a pint of ale | A2 |
| Frothing in a beaker | N |
| Gads didn't know | A |
| What my beating heart meant | E |
| Hebe's self I thought | E |
| Entered the apartment | E |
| As she came she smiled | E |
| And the smile bewitching | F |
| On my word and honor | N |
| Lighted all the kitchen | A |
| - | |
| With a curtsy neat | E |
| Greeting the new comer | N |
| Lovely smiling Peg | F |
| Offers me the rummer | N |
| But my trembling hand | E |
| Up the beaker tilted | E |
| And the glass of ale | A2 |
| Every drop I spilt it | E |
| Spilt it every drop | B2 |
| Dames who read my volumes | T |
| Pardon such a word | E |
| On my what d'ye call 'ems | T |
| - | |
| Witnessing the sight | E |
| Of that dire disaster | N |
| Out began to laugh | C2 |
| Missis maid and master | N |
| Such a merry peal | D2 |
| 'Specially Miss Peg's was | T |
| As the glass of ale | A2 |
| Trickling down my legs was | T |
| That the joyful sound | E |
| Of that mingling laughter | N |
| Echoed in my ears | T |
| Many a long day after | N |
| - | |
| Such a silver peal | D2 |
| In the meadows listening | F |
| You who've heard the bells | T |
| Ringing to a christening | F |
| You who ever heard | E |
| Caradori pretty | E |
| Smiling like an angel | E2 |
| Singing 'Giovinetti ' | - |
| Fancy Peggy's laugh | C2 |
| Sweet and clear and cheerful | E2 |
| At my pantaloons | T |
| With half a pint of beer full | F2 |
| - | |
| When the laugh was done | A |
| Peg the pretty hussy | E |
| Moved about the room | G2 |
| Wonderfully busy | E |
| Now she looks to see | E |
| If the kettle keep hot | E |
| Now she rubs the spoons | T |
| Now she cleans the teapot | E |
| Now she sets the cups | T |
| Trimly and secure | N |
| Now she scours a pot | E |
| And so it was I drew her | N |
| - | |
| Thus it was I drew her | N |
| Scouring of a kettle | E2 |
| Faith her blushing cheeks | T |
| Redden'd on the metal | E2 |
| Ah but 'tis in vain | A |
| That I try to sketch it | E |
| The pot perhaps is like | F |
| But Peggy's face is wretched | E |
| No the best of lead | E |
| And of indian rubber | N |
| Never could depict | E |
| That sweet kettle scrubber | N |
| - | |
| See her as she moves | T |
| Scarce the ground she touches | T |
| Airy as a fay | H2 |
| Graceful as a duchess | T |
| Bare her rounded arm | I2 |
| Bare her little leg is | T |
| Vestris never show'd | E |
| Ankles like to Peggy's | T |
| Braided is her hair | N |
| Soft her look and modest | E |
| Slim her little waist | E |
| Comfortably bodiced | E |
| - | |
| This I do declare | N |
| Happy is the laddy | E |
| Who the heart can share | N |
| Of Peg of Limavaddy | E |
| Married if she were | N |
| Blest would be the daddy | E |
| Of the children fair | N |
| Of Peg of Limavaddy | E |
| Beauty is not rare | N |
| In the land of Paddy | E |
| Fair beyond compare | N |
| Is Peg of Limavaddy | E |
| - | |
| Citizen or Squire | N |
| Tory Whig or Radi | E |
| cal would all desire | N |
| Peg of Limavaddy | E |
| Had I Homer's fire | N |
| Or that of Serjeant Taddy | E |
| Meetly I'd admire | N |
| Peg of Limavaddy | E |
| And till I expire | N |
| Or till I grow mad I | J2 |
| Will sing unto my lyre | N |
| Peg of Limavaddy | E |
William Makepeace Thackeray
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