The Pennsylvania Disaster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DEFF GGHH FIJK LLHH MMNO PPQQ RRSS TUVV MWOX YYZA2 B2C2D2O RRE2E2 F2G2FF H2I2J2J2 E2E2HH'Twas in the year of and in the month of June | A |
Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom | B |
By the bursting of a dam in Pennsylvania State | C |
And were burned and drowned by the flood oh pity their fate | C |
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The embankment of the dam was considered rather weak | D |
And by the swelled body of water the embankment did break | E |
And burst o'er the valley like a leaping river | F |
Which caused the spectators with fear to shiver | F |
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And on rushed the mighty flood like a roaring big wave | G |
Whilst the drowning people tried hard their lives to save | G |
But eight thousand were drowned and their houses swept away | H |
While the spectators looked on stricken with dismay | H |
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And when the torrent dashed against the houses they instantly toppled o'er | F |
Then many of the houses caught fire which made a terrific roar | I |
And two thousand people by the fire lost their lives | J |
Consisting of darling girls and boys also men and their wives | K |
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And when the merciless flood reached Johnstown it was fifty feet high | L |
While in pitiful accents the drowning people for help did cry | L |
But hundreds of corpses by the flood were swept away | H |
And Johnstown was blotted out like a child's toy house of clay | H |
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Alas there were many pitiful scenes enacted | M |
And many parents for the loss of their children have gone distracted | M |
Especially those that were burned in the merciless flame | N |
Their dear little ones they will never see again | O |
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And among the sad scenes to be witnessed there | P |
Was a man and his wife in great despair | P |
Who had drawn from the burning mass a cradle of their child | Q |
But oh heaven their little one was gone which almost drove them wild | Q |
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Oh heaven it was a pitiful and a most agonising sight | R |
To see parents struggling hard with all their might | R |
To save their little ones from being drowned | S |
But 'twas vain the mighty flood engulfed them with a roaring sound | S |
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There was also a beautiful girl the belle of Johnstown | T |
Standing in bare feet on the river bank sad and forlorn | U |
And clad in a loose petticoat with a shawl over her head | V |
Which was all that was left her because her parents were dead | V |
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Her parents were drowned and their property swept away with the flood | M |
And she was watching for them on the bank where she stood | W |
To see if they would rise to the surface of the water again | O |
But the dear girl's watching was all in vain | X |
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And as for Conemaugh river there's nothing could it surpass | Y |
It was dammed up by a wall of corpses in a confused mass | Y |
And the charred bodies could be seen dotting the burning debris | Z |
While the flames and sparks ascended with a terrific hiss | A2 |
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The pillaging of the houses in Johnstown is fearful to describe | B2 |
By the Hungarians and ghouls and woe betide | C2 |
Any person or party that interfered with them | D2 |
Because they were mad with drink and yelling like tigers in a den | O |
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And many were to be seen engaged in a hand to hand fight | R |
And drinking whisky and singing wild songs oh what a shameful sight | R |
But a number of the thieves were lynched and shot | E2 |
For robbing the dead of their valuables which will not be forgot | E2 |
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Mrs Ogle like a heroine in the telegraph office stood at her post | F2 |
And wired words of warning else more lives would have been lost | G2 |
Besides she was warned to flee but from her work she wouldn't stir | F |
Until at last the merciless flood engulfed her | F |
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And as for the robbery and outrage at the hands of the ghouls | H2 |
I must mention Clara Barton and her band of merciful souls | I2 |
Who made their way fearlessly to the wounded in every street | J2 |
And the wounded and half crazed survivors they kindly did treat | J2 |
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Oh heaven it was a horrible sight which will not be forgot | E2 |
So many people drowned and burned oh hard has been their lot | E2 |
But heaven's will must be done I'll venture to say | H |
And accidents will happen until doomsday | H |
William Topaz Mcgonagall
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