Titmarsh-s Carmen Lilliense Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBD ECED FDFD FDFD GDHD IDID JDFD BDBD JDJD FDFD F FD FDFD FDFD BDBD FDFD KDKD LDLD MDMD FDFD BDBD N ODOD FDFD PDJD QDQD RDR SDSD TD| LILLE Sept | A |
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| My heart is weary my peace is gone | B |
| How shall I e'er my woes reveal | C |
| I have no money I lie in pawn | B |
| A stranger in the town of Lille | D |
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| I | - |
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| With twenty pounds but three weeks since | E |
| From Paris forth did Titmarsh wheel | C |
| I thought myself as rich a prince | E |
| As beggar poor I'm now at Lille | D |
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| Confiding in my ample means | F |
| In troth I was a happy chiel | D |
| I passed the gates of Valenciennes | F |
| I never thought to come by Lille | D |
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| I never thought my twenty pounds | F |
| Some rascal knave would dare to steal | D |
| I gayly passed the Belgic bounds | F |
| At Quievrain twenty miles from Lille | D |
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| To Antwerp town I hasten'd post | G |
| And as I took my evening meal | D |
| I felt my pouch my purse was lost | H |
| O Heaven Why came I not by Lille | D |
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| I straightway called for ink and pen | I |
| To grandmamma I made appeal | D |
| Meanwhile a loan of guineas ten | I |
| I borrowed from a friend so leal | D |
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| I got the cash from grandmamma | J |
| Her gentle heart my woes could feel | D |
| But where I went and what I saw | F |
| What matters Here I am at Lille | D |
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| My heart is weary my peace is gone | B |
| How shall I e'er my woes reveal | D |
| I have no cash I lie in pawn | B |
| A stranger in the town of Lille | D |
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| II | - |
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| To stealing I can never come | J |
| To pawn my watch I'm too genteel | D |
| Besides I left my watch at home | J |
| How could I pawn it then at Lille | D |
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| 'La note ' at times the guests will say | F |
| I turn as white as cold boil'd veal | D |
| I turn and look another way | F |
| I dare not ask the bill at Lille | D |
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| I dare not to the landlord say | F |
| 'Good sir I cannot pay your bill ' | - |
| He thinks I am a Lord Anglais | F |
| And is quite proud I stay at Lille | D |
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| He thinks I am a Lord Anglais | F |
| Like Rothschild or Sir Robert Peel | D |
| And so he serves me every day | F |
| The best of meat and drink in Lille | D |
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| Yet when he looks me in the face | F |
| I blush as red as cochineal | D |
| And think did he but know my case | F |
| How changed he'd be my host of Lille | D |
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| My heart is weary my peace is gone | B |
| How shall I e'er my woes reveal | D |
| I have no money I lie in pawn | B |
| A stranger in the town of Lille | D |
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| III | - |
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| The sun bursts out in furious blaze | F |
| I perspirate from head to heel | D |
| I'd like to hire a one horse chaise | F |
| How can I without cash at Lille | D |
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| I pass in sunshine burning hot | K |
| By cafes where in beer they deal | D |
| I think how pleasant were a pot | K |
| A frothing pot of beer of Lille | D |
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| What is yon house with walls so thick | L |
| All girt around with guard and grille | D |
| O gracious gods it makes me sick | L |
| It is the PRISON HOUSE of Lille | D |
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| O cursed prison strong and barred | M |
| It does my very blood congeal | D |
| I tremble as I pass the guard | M |
| And quit that ugly part of Lille | D |
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| The church door beggar whines and prays | F |
| I turn away at his appeal | D |
| Ah church door beggar go thy ways | F |
| You're not the poorest man in Lille | D |
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| My heart is weary my peace is gone | B |
| How shall I e'er any woes reveal | D |
| I have no money I lie in pawn | B |
| A stranger in the town of Lille | D |
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| IV | N |
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| Say shall I to you Flemish church | O |
| And at a Popish altar kneel | D |
| Oh do not leave me in the lurch | O |
| I'll cry ye patron saints of Lille | D |
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| Ye virgins dressed in satin hoops | F |
| Ye martyrs slain for mortal weal | D |
| Look kindly down before you stoops | F |
| The miserablest man in Lille | D |
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| And lo as I beheld with awe | P |
| A pictured saint I swear 'tis real | D |
| It smiled and turned to grandmamma | J |
| It did and I had hope in Lille | D |
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| 'Twas five o'clock and I could eat | Q |
| Although I could not pay my meal | D |
| I hasten back into the street | Q |
| Where lies my inn the best Lille | D |
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| What see I on my table stand | R |
| A letter with a well known seal | D |
| 'Tis grandmamma's I know her hand | R |
| 'To Mr M A Titmarsh Lille ' | - |
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| I feel a choking in my throat | S |
| I pant and stagger faint and reel | D |
| It is it is a ten pound note | S |
| And I'm no more in pawn at Lille | D |
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| He goes off by the diligence that evening and is restored to the | T |
| bosom of his happy family | D |
William Makepeace Thackeray
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