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Peter Bell - A Tale (part Second) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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PART SECOND	A
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We left our Hero in a trance	B
Beneath the alders near the river	C
The Ass is by the river side	D
And where the feeble breezes glide	D
Upon the stream the moonbeams quiver	C
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A happy respite but at length	E
He feels the glimmering of the moon	F
Wakes with glazed eve and feebly signing	G
To sink perhaps where he is lying	G
Into a second swoon	F
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He lifts his head he sees his staff	H
He touches 'tis to him a treasure	C
Faint recollection seems to tell	I
That he is yet where mortals dwell	I
A thought received with languid pleasure	C
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His head upon his elbow propped	J
Becoming less and less perplexed	K
Sky ward he looks to rock and wood	L
And then upon the glassy flood	M
His wandering eye is fixed	N
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Thought he that is the face of one	O
In his last sleep securely bound	P
So toward the stream his head he bent	Q
And downward thrust his staff intent	Q
The river's depth to sound	P
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'Now' like a tempest shattered bark	R
That overwhelmed and prostrate lies	S
And in a moment to the verge	T
Is lifted of a foaming surge	T
Full suddenly the Ass doth rise	S
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His staring bones all shake with joy	U
And close by Peter's side he stands	V
While Peter o'er the river bends	W
The little Ass his neck extends	W
And fondly licks his hands	V
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Such life is in the Ass's eyes	S
Such life is in his limbs and ears	X
That Peter Bell if he had been	Y
The veriest coward ever seen	Z
Must now have thrown aside his fears	X
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The Ass looks on and to his work	A2
Is Peter quietly resigned	B2
He touches here he touches there	C2
And now among the dead man's hair	C2
His sapling Peter has entwined	B2
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He pulls and looks and pulls again	D2
And he whom the poor Ass had lost	E2
The man who had been four days dead	F2
Head foremost from the river's bed	F2
Uprises like a ghost	G2
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And Peter draws him to dry land	H2
And through the brain of Peter pass	I2
Some poignant twitches fast and faster	C
No doubt quoth he he is the Master	C
Of this poor miserable Ass	I2
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The meagre Shadow that looks on	J2
What would he now what is he doing	G
His sudden fit of joy is flown	K2
He on his knees hath laid him down	L2
As if he were his grief renewing	G
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But no that Peter on his back	M2
Must mount he shows well as he can	N2
Thought Peter then come weal or woe	O2
I'll do what he would have me do	P2
In pity to this poor drowned man	N2
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With that resolve he boldly mounts	Q2
Upon the pleased and thankful Ass	I2
And then without a moment's stay	R2
That earnest Creature turned away	R2
Leaving the body on the grass	I2
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Intent upon his faithful watch	S2
The Beast four days and nights had past	T2
A sweeter meadow ne'er was seen	Z
And there the Ass four days had been	Y
Nor ever once did break his fast	T2
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Yet firm his step and stout his heart	U2
The mead is crossed the quarry's mouth	V2
Is reached but there the trusty guide	D
Into a thicket turns aside	D
And deftly ambles towards the south	V2
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When hark a burst of doleful sound	P
And Peter honestly might say	R2
The like came never to his ears	X
Though he has been full thirty years	X
A rover night and day	R2
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'Tis not a plover of the moors	W2
'Tis not a bittern of the fen	D2
Nor can it be a barking fox	X2
Nor night bird chambered in the rocks	X2
Nor wild cat in a woody glen	D2
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The Ass is startled and stops short	Y2
Right in the middle of the thicket	Z2
And Peter wont to whistle loud	A3
Whether alone or in a crowd	A3
Is silent as a silent cricket	B3
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What ails you now my little Bess	C3
Well may you tremble and look grave	D3
This cry that rings along the wood	L
This cry that floats adown the flood	M
Comes from the entrance of a cave	D3
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I see a blooming Wood boy there	C2
And if I had the power to say	R2
How sorrowful the wanderer is	E3
Your heart would be as sad as his	E3
Till you had kissed his tears away	R2
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Grasping a hawthorn branch in hand	H2
All bright with berries ripe and red	F2
Into the cavern's mouth he peeps	F3
Thence back into the moonlight creeps	F3
Whom seeks he whom the silent dead	F2
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His father Him doth he require	C
Him hath he sought with fruitless pains	G3
Among the rocks behind the trees	H3
Now creeping on his hands and knees	H3
Now running o'er the open plains	G3
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And hither is he come at last	T2
When he through such a day has gone	I3
By this dark cave to be distrest	T2
Like a poor bird her plundered nest	T2
Hovering around with dolorous moan	K2
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Of that intense and piercing cry	J3
The listening Ass conjectures well	I
Wild as it is he there can read	T2
Some intermingled notes that plead	T2
With touches irresistible	K3
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But Peter when he saw the Ass	I2
Not only stop but turn and change	L3
The cherished tenor of his pace	M3
That lamentable cry to chase	M3
It wrought in him conviction strange	L3
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A faith that for the dead man's sake	N3
And this poor slave who loved him well	I
Vengeance upon his head will fall	O3
Some visitation worse than all	O3
Which ever till this night befell	I
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Meanwhile the Ass to reach his home	P3
Is striving stoutly as he may	R2
But while he climbs the woody hill	Q3
The cry grows weak and weaker still	Q3
And now at last it dies away	R2
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So with his freight the Creature turns	R3
Into a gloomy grove of beech	S3
Along the shade with footsteps true	P2
Descending slowly till the two	P2
The open moonlight reach	S3
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And there along the narrow dell	I
A fair smooth pathway you discern	T3
A length of green and open road	T2
As if it from a fountain flowed	T2
Winding away between the fern	T3
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The rocks that tower on either side	T2
Build up a wild fantastic scene	Z
Temples like those among the Hindoos	R3
And mosques and spires and abbey windows	R3
And castles all with ivy green	Z
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And while the Ass pursues his way	R2
Along this solitary dell	I
As pensively his steps advance	R3
The mosques and spires change countenance	R3
And look at Peter Bell	I
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That unintelligible cry	J3
Hath left him high in preparation	O
Convinced that he or soon or late	T2
This very night will meet his fate	T2
And so he sits in expectation	O
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The strenuous Animal hath clomb	R2
With the green path and now he wends	R3
Where shining like the smoothest sea	R3
In undisturbed immensity	T2
A level plain extends	R3
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But whence this faintly rustling sound	T2
By which the journeying pair are chased	T2
A withered leaf is close behind	T2
Light plaything for the sportive wind	T2
Upon that solitary waste	T2
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When Peter spied the moving thing	G
It only doubled his distress	R3
Where there is not a bush or tree	R3
The very leaves they follow me	R3
So huge hath been my wickedness	R3
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To a close lane they now are come	R2
Where as before the enduring Ass	R3
Moves on without a moment's stop	U3
Nor once turns round his head to crop	U3
A bramble leaf or blade of grass	R3
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Between the hedges as they go	O2
The white dust sleeps upon the lane	V3
And Peter ever and anon	V3
Back looking sees upon a stone	V3
Or in the dust a crimson stain	V3
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A stain as of a drop of blood	T2
By moonlight made more faint and wan	V3
Ha why these sinkings of despair	C2
He knows not how the blood comes there	C2
And Peter is a wicked man	V3
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At length he spies a bleeding wound	T2
Where he had struck the Ass's head	T2
He sees the blood knows what it is	R3
A glimpse of sudden joy was his	R3
But then it quickly fled	T2
	-
Of him whom sudden death had seized	T2
He thought of thee O faithful Ass	R3
And once again those ghastly pains	R3
Shoot to and fro through heart and reins	R3
And through his brain like lightning pass	R3