The Cunning Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ IKIK LMLM NONO MPMP QOQO RSRS IGBG BTIT BUBU BVBA RMRM WAWA XYXY UIZB DA2DA2 B2AB2A BBB2B C2B2D2B2 AB2AB2 VRE2R F2B2E2B2On all Arcadia's sunny plain | A |
On all Arcadia's hill | B |
None were so blithe as BILL and JANE | A |
So blithe as JANE and BILL | B |
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No social earthquake e'er occurred | C |
To rack their common mind | D |
To them a Panic was a word | C |
A Crisis empty wind | D |
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No Stock Exchange disturbed the lad | E |
With overwhelming shocks | F |
BILL ploughed with all the shares he had | E |
JANE planted all her stocks | F |
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And learn in what a simple way | G |
Their pleasures they enhanced | H |
JANE danced like any lamb all day | G |
BILL piped as well as danced | H |
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Surrounded by a twittling crew | I |
Of linnet lark and thrush | J |
BILL treated his young lady to | I |
This sentimental gush | J |
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Oh JANE how true I am to you | I |
How true you are to me | K |
And how we woo and how we coo | I |
So fond a pair are we | K |
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To think dear JANE that anyways | L |
Your chiefest end and aim | M |
Is one of these fine summer days | L |
To bear my humble name | M |
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Quoth JANE Well as you put the case | N |
I'm true enough no doubt | O |
But then you see in this here place | N |
There's none to cut you out | O |
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But oh if anybody came | M |
A Lord or any such | P |
I do not think your humble name | M |
Would fascinate me much | P |
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For though your mates you often boast | Q |
You distance out and out | O |
Still in the abstract you're a most | Q |
Uncompromising lout | O |
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Poor BILL he gave a heavy sigh | R |
He tried in vain to speak | S |
A fat tear started to each eye | R |
And coursed adown each cheek | S |
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For oh right well in truth he knew | I |
That very self same day | G |
The LORD DE JACOB PILLALOO | B |
Was coming there to stay | G |
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The LORD DE JACOB PILLALOO | B |
All proper maidens shun | T |
He loves all women it is true | I |
But never marries one | T |
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Now JANE with all her mad self will | B |
Was no coquette oh no | U |
She really loved her faithful BILL | B |
And thus she tuned her woe | U |
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Oh willow willow o'er the lea | B |
And willow once again | V |
The Peer will fall in love with me | B |
Why wasn't I made plain | A |
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A cunning woman lived hard by | R |
A sorceressing dame | M |
MACCATACOMB DE SALMON EYE | R |
Was her uncommon name | M |
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To her good JANE with kindly yearn | W |
For BILL'S increasing pain | A |
Repaired in secrecy to learn | W |
How best to make her plain | A |
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Oh JANE the worthy woman said | X |
This mystic phial keep | Y |
And rub its liquor in your head | X |
Before you go to sleep | Y |
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When you awake next day I trow | U |
You'll look in form and hue | I |
To others just as you do now | Z |
But not to PILLALOO | B |
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When you approach him you will find | D |
He'll think you coarse unkempt | A2 |
And rudely bid you get behind | D |
With undisguised contempt | A2 |
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The LORD DE PILLALOO arrived | B2 |
With his expensive train | A |
And when in state serenely hived | B2 |
He sent for BILL and JANE | A |
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Oh spare her LORD OF PILLALOO | B |
Said BILL if wed you be | B |
There's anything I'D rather do | B2 |
Than flirt with LADY P | B |
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The Lord he gazed in Jenny's eyes | C2 |
He looked her through and through | B2 |
The cunning woman's prophecies | D2 |
Were clearly coming true | B2 |
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LORD PILLALOO the Rustic's Bane | A |
Bad person he and proud | B2 |
HE LAUGHED HA HA AT PRETTY JANE | A |
AND SNEERED AT HER ALOUD | B2 |
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He bade her get behind him then | V |
And seek her mother's stye | R |
Yet to her native countrymen | E2 |
She was as fair as aye | R |
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MACCATACOMB continue green | F2 |
Grow SALMON EYE in might | B2 |
Except for you there might have been | E2 |
The deuce's own delight | B2 |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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