Little Pierre's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGFF HHII JJKK JJLL MMBB DDNO PPQQ QKRR GGSS OTUU VVAA RRVV QQWW XXDD DDAA QQDD ANDD AAYY ZA2FF

In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boyA
By the bedside of his sick mother her only joyA
Who was called Little Pierre and who's father was deadB
There he sat poor boy hungry and crying for breadB
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There he sat humming a little song which was his ownC
But to the world it was entirely unknownC
And as he sang the song he felt heartsickD
But he resolved to get Madame Malibran to sing his song in publicD
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Then he paused for a moment and clasped his handsE
And running to the looking glass before it he standsE
Then he smoothed his yellow curls without delayF
And from a tin box takes a scroll of paper worn and greyF
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Then he gave one fond eager glance at his motherG
Trying hard brave boy his grief to smotherG
As he gazed on the bed where she layF
But he resolved to see Madame Malibran without delayF
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Then he kissed his mother while she sleptH
And stealthily from the house he creptH
And direct to Madame Malibran's house he goesI
Resolved to see her no matter who did him opposeI
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And when he reached the door he knocked like a brave gallantJ
And the door was answered by her lady servantJ
Then he told the servant Madame Malibran he wished to seeK
And the servant said oh yes I'll tell her immediatelyK
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Then away the servant goes quite confidentJ
And told her a little boy wished to see her just one momentJ
Oh well said Madame Malibran with a smileL
Fetch in the little boy he will divert me a whileL
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So Little Pierre was broght in with his hat under his armM
And in his hand a scroll of paper thinking it no harmM
Then walked straight up to Madame Malibran without dreadB
And said dear lady my mother is sick and in want of breadB
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And I have called to see if you would sing my little songD
At someof your grand concerts Ah Say before longD
Or perhaps you could sell it to a publisher for a small sumN
Then I could buy food for my mother and with it would runO
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Then Madame Malibran rose from her seat most costly and grandP
And took the scroll of paper from Pierre's handP
And hummed his little song to a plaintive airQ
Then said your song is soul stirring I do declareQ
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Dear child did you compose the words she asked PierreQ
Oh yes my dear lady just as you seeK
Well my dear boy I will sing your song to nightR
And you shall have a seat near me on the rightR
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Then Pierre said Oh lady I cannot leave my motherG
But my dear boy as for her you need not botherG
So dear child don't be the least cast downS
And in the meantime here is a crownS
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And for your mother you can buy food and medicineO
So run away and be at the concert to night in timeT
Then away he ran and bought many little necessary thingsU
And while doing so his little song he hums and singsU
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Then home to his poor sick mother he quickly ranV
And told her of his success with Madame MalibranV
Then his mother cried Oh Pierre you are a very good boyA
And to hear of your success my heart is full of joyA
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Dear mother I am going to the concert hall to nightR
To hear Madame Malibran which will my heart delightR
Oh well said his mother God speed you my little manV
I hope you will be delighted to hear Madame MalibranV
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So to the concert hall he goes and found a seat thereQ
And the lights and flashing of diamonds made him stareQ
And caused a joyous smile to play upon his faceW
For never had he been in so grand a placeW
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There the brave boy sat and Madame Malibran came at lastX
And with his eyes rivetted on her he sared aghastX
And to hear her sing Oh how he did longD
And he wondered if the lady would really sing his songD
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At last the great singer commenced his little songD
And many a heart was moved and the plaudits loud and longD
And as she sang it Pierre clapped his hands for joyA
That he felt as if it were free from the world's annoyA
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When the concert was over his heart felt as light as the airQ
And as for money now he didn't seem to careQ
Since the great singer in Europe had sung his little songD
But he hoped that dame fortune would smile on him ere longD
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The next day he was frightened by a visit from Madame MalibranA
And turning to his mother she said your little boy MadameN
Will make a fortune for himself and you before longD
Because I've been offered a large sum for his little songD
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And Madame thank God you have such a gifted sonA
But dear Madame heavens will must be doneA
Then Pierre knelt and prayed that God would the lady blessY
For helping them in the time of their distressY
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And the memory of Pierre's prayer made the singer do more goodZ
By visiting the poor and giving them clothing and foodA2
And Pierre lightened her last moments ere her soul fled awayF
And he came to be one of the most talented composers of the dayF

William Topaz Mcgonagall



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