The Weather Wight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC D EE F DD GG HH I D JJ KK LL MM NN OO P QQ NN R OS TT UU VW FF XX Y MM ZZ A2 B2B2 C2C2 ZZ D2D2 NN E2E2 F2F2 G2 H2H2 H2H2 D2D2 I2I2 N H2H2 J2J2 NN| The way was long the hill was steep | A |
| My footing scarcely I could keep | A |
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| The night enshrouded me in gloom | B |
| I heard the ocean's distant boom | B |
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| The trampling of the surges vast | C |
| Was borne upon the rising blast | C |
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| 'God help the mariner ' I cried | D |
| 'Whose ship to morrow braves the tide ' | - |
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| Then from the impenetrable dark | E |
| A solemn voice made this remark | E |
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| 'For this locality warm bright | F |
| Barometer unchanged breeze light ' | - |
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| 'Unseen consoler man ' I cried | D |
| 'Whoe'er you are where'er abide | D |
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| 'Thanks but my care is somewhat less | G |
| For Jack's than for my own distress | G |
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| 'Could I but find a friendly roof | H |
| Small odds what weather were aloof | H |
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| 'For he whose comfort is secure | I |
| Another's woes can well endure ' | - |
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| 'The latch string's out ' the voice replied | D |
| 'And so's the door jes' step inside ' | - |
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| Then through the darkness I discerned | J |
| A hovel into which I turned | J |
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| Groping about beneath its thatch | K |
| I struck my head and then a match | K |
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| A candle by that gleam betrayed | L |
| Soon lent paraffinaceous aid | L |
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| A pallid bald and thin old man | M |
| I saw who this complaint began | M |
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| 'Through summer suns and winter snows | N |
| I sets observin' of my toes | N |
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| 'I rambles with increasin' pain | O |
| The path of duty but in vain | O |
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| 'Rewards and honors pass me by | P |
| No Congress hears this raven cry ' | - |
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| Filled with astonishment I spoke | Q |
| 'Thou ancient raven why this croak | Q |
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| 'With observation of your toes | N |
| What Congress has to do Heaven knows | N |
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| 'And swallow me if e'er I knew | R |
| That one could sit and ramble too ' | - |
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| To answer me that ancient swain | O |
| Took up his parable again | S |
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| 'Through winter snows and summer suns | T |
| A Weather Bureau here I runs | T |
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| 'I calls the turn and can declare | U |
| Jes' when she'll storm and when she'll fair | U |
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| 'Three times a day I sings out clear | V |
| The probs to all which wants to hear | W |
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| 'Some weather stations run with light | F |
| Frivolity is seldom right | F |
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| 'A scientist from times remote | X |
| In Scienceville my birth is wrote | X |
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| 'And when I h'ist the 'rainy' sign | Y |
| Jes' take your clo'es in off the line ' | - |
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| 'Not mine O marvelous old man | M |
| The methods of your art to scan | M |
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| 'Yet here no instruments there be | Z |
| Nor 'ometer nor 'scope I see | Z |
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| 'Did you if questions you permit | A2 |
| At the asylum leave your kit ' | - |
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| That strange old man with motion rude | B2 |
| Grew to surprising altitude | B2 |
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| 'Tools and sarcazzems too I scorns | C2 |
| I tells the weather by my corns | C2 |
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| 'No doors and windows here you see | Z |
| The wind and m'isture enters free | Z |
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| 'No fires nor lights no wool nor fur | D2 |
| Here falsifies the tempercher | D2 |
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| 'My corns unleathered I expose | N |
| To feel the rain's foretellin' throes | N |
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| 'No stockin' from their ears keeps out | E2 |
| The comin' tempest's warnin' shout | E2 |
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| 'Sich delicacy some has got | F2 |
| They know next summer's to be hot | F2 |
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| 'This here one says for that he's best | G2 |
| 'Storm center passin' to the west ' | - |
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| 'This feller's vitals is transfixed | H2 |
| With frost for Janawary sixt' | H2 |
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| 'One chap jes' now is occy'pied | H2 |
| In fig'rin on next Fridy's tide | H2 |
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| 'I've shaved this cuss so thin and true | D2 |
| He'll spot a fog in South Peru | D2 |
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| 'Sech are my tools which ne'er a swell | I2 |
| Observatory can excel | I2 |
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| 'By long a studyin' their throbs | N |
| I catches onto all the probs ' | - |
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| Much more no doubt he would have said | H2 |
| But suddenly he turned and fled | H2 |
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| For in mine eye's indignant green | J2 |
| Lay storms that he had not foreseen | J2 |
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| Till all at once with silent squeals | N |
| His toes 'caught on' and told his heels | N |
Ambrose Bierce
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