Part Iv: Banker-s Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB ADED FBGB CHIH JFBC KCLC FMN CBO PHQH R SHTH UFVF WHXH YHF FZA2Z B2C2D2C2 CE2TE2 FA2HA2 A2F A2 F2 A2HA2H PG2A2G2 H2 G2 A2CFC G2G2I2G2 KG2A2KG2Of chases and courses dogs dream so do horses | A |
Last night I was dozing and dreaming | B |
The crowd and the bustle were there and the rustle | C |
Of the silk in the autumn sky gleaming | B |
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The stand throng'd with faces the broadcloth and laces | A |
The booths and the tents and the cars | D |
The bookmakers' jargon for odds making bargain | E |
The nasty stale smell of cigars | D |
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We formed into line 'neath the merry sunshine | F |
Near the logs at the end of the railing | B |
'Are you ready boys Go ' cried the starter and low | G |
Sank the flag and away we went sailing | B |
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In the van of the battle we heard the stones rattle | C |
Some slogging was done but no slaughter | H |
A shout from the stand and the whole of our band | I |
Skimm'd merrily over the water | H |
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Two fences we clear'd and the roadway we near'd | J |
When three of our troop came to troublen | F |
Like a bird on the wing or a stone from a sling | B |
Flew Cadger first over the double | C |
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And Western was there head and tail in the air | K |
And Pondon was there too what noodle | C |
Could so name a horse I should feel some remorse | L |
If I gave such a name to a poodle | C |
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In and out of the lane to the racecourse again | F |
Craig's pony was first I was third | M |
And Ingleside lit in my tracks with the bit | N |
In his teeth and came up 'like a bird ' | - |
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In the van of the battle we heard the rails rattle | C |
Says he 'Though I don't care for shunning | B |
My share of the raps I shall look out for gaps | O |
When the light weight's away with the running ' | - |
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At the fence just ahead the outsider still led | P |
The chestnut play'd follow my leader | H |
Oh the devil a gap he went into it slap | Q |
And he and his jock took a header | H |
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Says Ingleside 'Mate should the pony go straight | R |
You've no time to stop or turn restive ' | - |
Says I 'Who means to stop I shall go till I drop ' | - |
Says he 'Go it old cuss gay and festive ' | - |
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The fence stiff and tall just beyond the log wall | S |
We cross'd and the walls and the water | H |
I took off too near a small made fence to clear | T |
And just touch'd the grass with my snorter | H |
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At the next post and rail up went Western's bang tail | U |
And down by the very same token | F |
To earth went his nose for the panel he chose | V |
Stood firm and refused to be broken | F |
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I dreamt someone said that the bay would have made | W |
The race safe if he'd stood a while longer | H |
If he had but like if there the panel stands stiff | X |
He stood but the panel stood stronger | H |
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In and out of the road with a clear lead still show'd | Y |
The violet fluted with amber | H |
Says Johnson 'Old man catch him now if you can | F |
'Tis the second time round you'll remember ' | - |
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At the road once again pulling hard on the rein | F |
Craig's pony popp'd in and popp'd out | Z |
I followed like smoke and the pace was no joke | A2 |
For his friends were beginning to shout | Z |
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And Ingleside came to my side strong and game | B2 |
And once he appear'd to outstrip me | C2 |
But I felt the steel gore and I shot to the fore | D2 |
Only Cadger seem'd likely to whip me | C2 |
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In the van of the battle I heard the logs rattle | C |
His stroke never seem'd to diminish | E2 |
And thrice I drew near him and thrice he drew clear | T |
For the weight served him well at the finish | E2 |
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Ha Cadger goes down see he stands on his crown | F |
Those rails take a power of clouting | A2 |
A long sliding blunder he's up well I wonder | H |
If now it's all over but shouting | A2 |
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All loosely he's striding the amateur's riding | A2 |
All loosely some reverie locked in | F |
Of a 'vision in smoke ' or a 'wayfaring bloke ' | - |
His poetical rubbish concocting | A2 |
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Now comes from afar the faint cry 'Here they are ' | - |
'The violet winning with ease ' | - |
'Fred goes up like a shot ' 'Does he catch him or not ' | - |
Level money I'll take the cerise | F2 |
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To his haunches I spring and my muzzle I bring | A2 |
To his flank to his girth to his shoulder | H |
Through the shouting and yelling I hear my name swelling | A2 |
The hearts of my backers grow bolder | H |
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Neck and neck head and head staring eye nostrils spread | P |
Girth and stifle laid close to the ground | G2 |
Stride for stride stroke for stroke through one hurdle we've broke | A2 |
On the splinters we've lit with one bound | G2 |
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And 'Banker for choice' is the cry and one voice | H2 |
Screams 'Six to four once upon Banker ' | - |
'Banker wins ' 'Banker's beat ' 'Cadger wins ' 'A dead heat' | G2 |
'Ah there goes Fred's whalebone a flanker ' | - |
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Springs the whip with a crack nine stone ten on his back | A2 |
Fit and light he can race like the devil | C |
I draw past him 'tis vain he draws past me again | F |
Springs the whip and again we are level | C |
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Steel and cord do their worst now my head struggles first | G2 |
That tug my last spurt has expended | G2 |
Nose to nose lip to lip from the sound of the whip | I2 |
He strains to the utmost extended | G2 |
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How they swim through the air as we roll to the chair | K |
Stand faces and railings flit past | G2 |
Now I spring | A2 |
from my lair with a snort and a stare | K |
Rous'd by Fred with my supper at last | G2 |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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