The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEFDEF GHGHIJKIJK LMNMJOPOJQ JRJJSGJS T TUVKGKGV WNLXNY YZN A2B2A2B2C2JD2C2JD2 E2F2G2F2F2H2F2F2H2F2 I2F2I2F2H2 F2F2H2F2 JJJ U JUM J2F2J2F2OF2F2OF2F2 OUOUJKF2JKF2 K2JK2JF2F2F2F2F2F2 OUOUUL2M2L2UM2 NF2NGOSWOS F2UF2 JF2JF2U N2UN2UF2F2F2UF2F2 WJWO2A | |
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A yellow band of light upon the street | B |
Pours from an open door and makes a wide | C |
Pathway of bright gold across a sheet | B |
Of calm and liquid moonshine From inside | C |
Come shouts and streams of laughter and a snatch | D |
Of song soon drowned and lost again in mirth | E |
The clip of tankards on a table top | F |
And stir of booted heels Against the patch | D |
Of candle light a shadow falls its girth | E |
Proclaims the host himself and master of his shop | F |
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This is the tavern of one Hilverdink | G |
Jan Hilverdink whose wines are much esteemed | H |
Within his cellar men can have to drink | G |
The rarest cordials old monks ever schemed | H |
To coax from pulpy grapes and with nice art | I |
Improve and spice their virgin juiciness | J |
Here froths the amber beer of many a brew | K |
Crowning each pewter tankard with as smart | I |
A cap as ever in his wantonness | J |
Winter set glittering on top of an old yew | K |
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Tall candles stand upon the table where | L |
Are twisted glasses ruby sparked with wine | M |
Clarets and ports Those topaz bumpers were | N |
Drained from slim long necked bottles of the Rhine | M |
The centre of the board is piled with pipes | J |
Slender and clean the still unbaptized clay | O |
Awaits its burning fate Behind the vault | P |
Stretches from dim to dark a groping way | O |
Bordered by casks and puncheons whose brass stripes | J |
And bands gleam dully still beyond the gay tumult | Q |
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'For good old Master Hilverdink a toast ' | - |
Clamoured a youth with tassels on his boots | J |
'Bring out your oldest brandy for a boast | R |
From that small barrel in the very roots | J |
Of your deep cellar man Why here is Max | J |
Ho Welcome Max you're scarcely here in time | S |
We want to drink to old Jan's luck and smoke | G |
His best tobacco for a grand climax | J |
Here Jan a paper fragrant as crushed thyme | S |
We'll have the best to wish you luck or may we choke ' | - |
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Max Breuck unclasped his broadcloth cloak and sat | T |
'Well thought of Franz here's luck to Mynheer Jan ' | - |
The host set down a jar then to a vat | T |
Lost in the distance of his cellar ran | U |
Max took a pipe as graceful as the stem | V |
Of some long tulip crammed it full and drew | K |
The pungent smoke deep to his grateful lung | G |
It curled all blue throughout the cave and flew | K |
Into the silver night At once there flung | G |
Into the crowded shop a boy who cried to them | V |
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'Oh sirs is there some learned lawyer here | W |
Some advocate or all wise counsellor | N |
My master sent me to inquire where | L |
Such men do mostly be but every door | X |
Was shut and barred for late has grown the hour | N |
I pray you tell me where I may now find | Y |
One versed in law the matter will not wait ' | - |
'I am a lawyer boy ' said Max 'my mind | Y |
Is not locked to my business though 'tis late | Z |
I shall be glad to serve what way is in my power | N |
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Then once more cloaked and ready he set out | A2 |
Tripping the footsteps of the eager boy | B2 |
Along the dappled cobbles while the rout | A2 |
Within the tavern jeered at his employ | B2 |
Through new burst elm leaves filtered the white moon | C2 |
Who peered and splashed between the twinkling boughs | J |
Flooded the open spaces and took flight | D2 |
Before tall serried houses in platoon | C2 |
Guarded by shadows Past the Custom House | J |
They took their hurried way in the Spring scented night | D2 |
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Before a door which fronted a canal | E2 |
The boy halted A dim tree shaded spot | F2 |
The water lapped the stones in musical | G2 |
And rhythmic tappings and a galliot | F2 |
Slumbered at anchor with no light aboard | F2 |
The boy knocked twice and steps approached A flame | H2 |
Winked through the keyhole then a key was turned | F2 |
And through the open door Max went toward | F2 |
Another door whence sound of voices came | H2 |
He entered a large room where candelabra burned | F2 |
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An aged man in quilted dressing gown | I2 |
Rose up to greet him 'Sir ' said Max 'you sent | F2 |
Your messenger to seek throughout the town | I2 |
A lawyer I have small accomplishment | F2 |
But I am at your service and my name | H2 |
Is Max Breuck Counsellor at your command ' | - |
'Mynheer ' replied the aged man 'obliged | F2 |
Am I and count myself much privileged | F2 |
I am Cornelius Kurler and my fame | H2 |
Is better known on distant oceans than on land | F2 |
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My ship has tasted water in strange seas | J |
And bartered goods at still uncharted isles | J |
She's oft coquetted with a tropic breeze | J |
And sheered off hurricanes with jaunty smiles ' | - |
'Tush Kurler ' here broke in the other man | U |
'Enough of poetry draw the deed and sign ' | - |
The old man seemed to wizen at the voice | J |
'My good friend Grootver ' he at once began | U |
'No introductions let us have some wine | M |
And business now that you at last have made your choice ' | - |
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A harsh and disagreeable man he proved to be | J2 |
This Grootver with no single kindly thought | F2 |
Kurler explained his old hands nervously | J2 |
Twisting his beard His vessel he had bought | F2 |
From Grootver He had thought to soon repay | O |
The ducats borrowed but an adverse wind | F2 |
Had so delayed him that his cargo brought | F2 |
But half its proper price the very day | O |
He came to port he stepped ashore to find | F2 |
The market glutted and his counted profits naught | F2 |
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Little by little Max made out the way | O |
That Grootver pressed that poor harassed old man | U |
His money he must have too long delay | O |
Had turned the usurer to a ruffian | U |
'But let me take my ship with many bales | J |
Of cotton stuffs dyed crimson green and blue | K |
Cunningly patterned made to suit the taste | F2 |
Of mandarin's ladies when my battered sails | J |
Open for home such stores will I bring you | K |
That all your former ventures will be counted waste | F2 |
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Such light and foamy silks like crinkled cream | K2 |
And indigo more blue than sun whipped seas | J |
Spices and fragrant trees a massive beam | K2 |
Of sandalwood and pungent China teas | J |
Tobacco coffee ' Grootver only laughed | F2 |
Max heard it all and worse than all he heard | F2 |
The deed to which the sailor gave his word | F2 |
He shivered 'twas as if the villain gaffed | F2 |
The old man with a boat hook bleeding spent | F2 |
He begged for life nor knew at all the road he went | F2 |
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For Kurler had a daughter young and gay | O |
Carefully reared and shielded rarely seen | U |
But on one black and most unfriendly day | O |
Grootver had caught her as she passed between | U |
The kitchen and the garden She had run | U |
In fear of him his evil leering eye | L2 |
And when he came she bolted in her room | M2 |
Refused to show though gave no reason why | L2 |
The spinning of her future had begun | U |
On quiet nights she heard the whirring of her doom | M2 |
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Max mended an old goosequill by the fire | N |
Loathing his work but seeing no thing to do | F2 |
He felt his hands were building up the pyre | N |
To burn two souls and seized with vertigo | G |
He staggered to his chair Before him lay | O |
White paper still unspotted by a crime | S |
'Now young man write ' said Grootver in his ear | W |
' If in two years my vessel should yet stay | O |
From Amsterdam I give Grootver sometime | S |
A friend my daughter for his lawful wife ' Now swear ' | - |
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And Kurler swore a palsied tottering sound | F2 |
And traced his name a shaking wandering line | U |
Then dazed he sat there speechless from his wound | F2 |
Grootver got up 'Fair voyage the brigantine ' | - |
He shuffled from the room and left the house | J |
His footsteps wore to silence down the street | F2 |
At last the aged man began to rouse | J |
With help he once more gained his trembling feet | F2 |
'My daughter Mynheer Breuck is friendless now | U |
Will you watch over her I ask a solemn vow ' | - |
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Max laid his hand upon the old man's arm | N2 |
'Before God sir I vow when you are gone | U |
So to protect your daughter from all harm | N2 |
As one man may ' Thus sorrowful forlorn | U |
The situation to Max Breuck appeared | F2 |
He gave his promise almost without thought | F2 |
Nor looked to see a difficulty 'Bred | F2 |
Gently to watch a mother left alone | U |
Bound by a dying father's wish who feared | F2 |
The world's accustomed harshness when he should be dead | F2 |
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Such was my case from youth Mynheer Kurler | W |
Last Winter she died also and my days | J |
Are passed in work lest I should grieve for her | W |
And undo ha | O2 |
Amy Lowell
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