Anthony Considine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBDEDEFE CGCCG HBHHBAB IAIABA CBJJB KLKLKL CBCCCBOUT in the wastes of the West countrie | A |
Out where the white stars shine | B |
Grim and silent as such men be | C |
Rideth a man with a history | C |
Anthony Considine | B |
For the ways of men they are manifold | D |
As their differing views in life | E |
Some sell themselves for the lust of gold | D |
And some for the lust of strife | E |
But this man counted the world well lost | F |
For the love of his neighbour s wife | E |
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They fled together as those must flee | C |
Whom all men hold in blame | G |
Each to the other must all things be | C |
Who cross the gulf of iniquity | C |
And live in the land of shame | G |
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But a light o love if she sins with one | H |
She sinneth with ninety nine | B |
The rule holds good since the world begun | H |
Since ever the streams began to run | H |
And the stars began to shine | B |
The rule holds still and he found it true | A |
Anthony Considine | B |
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A nobler spirit had turned in scorn | I |
From a love that was stained with mire | A |
A weaker being might mourn and mourn | I |
For the loss of his Heart s Desire | A |
But the anger of Anthony Considine | B |
Blazed up like a gaming fire | A |
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And she with her new love presently | C |
Came past with her eyes ashine | B |
And Gad so willed it and God knows why | J |
She turned and laughed as they passed hire by | J |
Anthony Considine | B |
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Her laughter stung as a whip might sting | K |
And mad with his wounded pride | L |
He turned and sprang with a panther s spring | K |
And struck at his rival s side | L |
And only the woman shuddering | K |
Could tell how the dead man died | L |
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She dared not speak and the mystery | C |
Is buried in auld lang syne | B |
But out on the wastes of the West countrie | C |
Grim and silent as such men be | C |
Rideth a man with a history | C |
Anthony Considine | B |
Banjo Paterson
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