Alice Fell, Or Poverty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHJ B BK LMLM NON PQPQ R R STST UVW PXP TYTY ZA2ZA2 B2 B2V

THE post boy drove with fierce careerA
For threatening clouds the moon had drownedB
When as we hurried on my earC
Was smitten with a startling soundB
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As if the wind blew many waysD
I heard the sound and more and moreE
It seemed to follow with the chaiseD
And still I heard it as beforeE
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At length I to the boy called outF
He stopped his horses at the wordG
But neither cry nor voice nor shoutF
Nor aught else like it could be heardG
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The boy then smacked his whip and fastH
The horses scampered through the rainI
But hearing soon upon the blastH
The cry I bade him halt againJ
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Forthwith alighting on the groundB
'Whence comes ' said I 'this piteous moan '-
And there a little Girl I foundB
Sitting behind the chaise aloneK
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'My cloak ' no other word she spakeL
But loud and bitterly she weptM
As if her innocent heart would breakL
And down from off her seat she leaptM
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'What ails you child ' she sobbed 'Look here '-
I saw it in the wheel entangledN
A weather beaten rag as e'erO
From any garden scare crow dangledN
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There twisted between nave and spokeP
It hung nor could at once be freedQ
But our joint pains unloosed the cloakP
A miserable rag indeedQ
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'And whither are you going childR
To night alone these lonesome ways '-
'To Durham ' answered she half wildR
'Then come with me into the chaise '-
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Insensible to all reliefS
Sat the poor girl and forth did sendT
Sob after sob as if her griefS
Could never never have an endT
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'My child in Durham do you dwell '-
She checked herself in her distressU
And said 'My name is Alice FellV
I'm fatherless and motherlessW
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'And I to Durham Sir belong '-
Again as if the thought would chokeP
Her very heart her grief grew strongX
And all was for her tattered cloakP
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The chaise drove on our journey's endT
Was nigh and sitting by my sideY
As if she had lost her only friendT
She wept nor would be pacifiedY
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Up to the tavern door we postZ
Of Alice and her grief I toldA2
And I gave money to the hostZ
To buy a new cloak for the oldA2
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'And let it be of duffil greyB2
As warm a cloak as man can sell '-
Proud creature was she the next dayB2
The little orphan Alice FellV

William Wordsworth



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