On The Range Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCBDBDBEFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL IMIMNONOPDPDQRQRIPIP STSTUVUVWCWC LXLXYZYZA2BA2BWBWBIB 2IB2 HBHBC2BC2BD2E2D2E2F2 JF2JHG2HG2 ACACHH2HH2HI2HI2OJ2O J2K2JK2J LL2LL2HHHHOn Nungar the mists of the morning hung low | A |
The beetle browed hills brooded silent and black | B |
Not yet warmed to life by the sun's loving glow | A |
As through the tall tussocks rode young Charlie Mac | B |
What cared he for mists at the dawning of day | C |
What cared he that over the valley stern Jack | B |
The Monarch of frost held his pitiless sway | C |
A bold mountaineer born and bred was young Mac | B |
A galloping son of a galloping sire | D |
Stiffest fence roughest ground never took him aback | B |
With his father's cool judgement his dash and his fire | D |
The pick of Manaro rode young Charlie Mac | B |
And the pick of the stable the mare he bestrode | E |
Arab grey built to stay lithe of limb deep of chest | F |
She seemed to be happy to bear such a load | E |
As she tossed the soft forelock that curled on her crest | F |
They crossed Nungar Creek where its span is but short | G |
At its head where together spring two mountain rills | H |
When a mob of wild horses sprang up with a snort | G |
By thunder quoth Mac there's the Lord of the Hills | H |
Decoyed from her paddock a Murray bred mare | I |
Had fled to the hills with a warrigal band | J |
A pretty bay foal had been born to her there | I |
Whose veins held the very best blood in the land | J |
The Lord of the Hills as the bold mountain men | K |
Whose courage and skill he was wont to defy | L |
Had named him they yarded him once but since then | K |
He held to the saying Once bitten twice shy | L |
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The scrubber thus suddenly roused from his lair | I |
Struck straight for the timber with fear in his heart | M |
As Charlie rose up in his stirrups the mare | I |
Sprang forward no need to tell Empress to start | M |
She laid to the chase just as soon as she felt | N |
Her rider's skill'd touch light yet firm on the rein | O |
Stride for stride lengthened wide for the green timber belt | N |
The fastest half mile ever done on the plain | O |
They reached the low sallee before he could wheel | P |
The warrigal mob up they dashed with a stir | D |
Of low branches and undergrowth Charlie could feel | P |
His mare catch her breath on the side of the spur | D |
That steeply slopes up till it meets the bald cone | Q |
'Twas here on the range that the trouble began | R |
For a slip on the sidling a loose rolling stone | Q |
And the chase would be done but the bay in the van | R |
And the little grey mare were a sure footed pair | I |
He looked once around as she crept to his heel | P |
And the swish that he gave his long tale in the air | I |
Seemed to say Here's a foeman well worthy my steel | P |
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They raced to within half a mile of the bluff | S |
That drops to the river the squadron strung out | T |
I wonder quoth Mac has the bay had enough | S |
But he was not left very much longer in doubt | T |
For the Lord of the Hills struck a spur for the flat | U |
And followed it leaving his mob mares and all | V |
While Empress brave heart she could climb like a cat | U |
Down the stony descent raced with never a fall | V |
Once down on the level 'twas galloping ground | W |
For a while Charlie thought he might yard the big bay | C |
At his uncle's out station but no He wheeled round | W |
And down the sharp dip to the Gulf made his way | C |
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Betwixt those twin portals that towering high | L |
And backwardly sloping in watchfulness lift | X |
Their smooth grassy summits to the far sky | L |
The course of the clear Murrumbidgee runs swift | X |
No time then to seek where the crossing might be | Y |
It was in at the one side and out where you could | Z |
But fear never dwelt in the hearts of those three | Y |
Who emerged from the shade of the low muzzle wood | Z |
Once more did the Lord of the Hills strike a line | A2 |
Up the side of the range and once more he looked back | B |
So close were they now he could see the sun shine | A2 |
In the bold grey eyes flashing of young Charlie Mac | B |
He saw little Empress stretched out like a hound | W |
On the trail of its quarry the pick of the pack | B |
With ne'er tiring stride and his heart gave a bound | W |
As he saw the lithe stockwhip of young Charlie Mac | B |
Showing snaky and black on the neck of the mare | I |
In three hanging coils with a turn round the wrist | B2 |
And he heartily wished himself back in his lair | I |
'Mid the tall tussocks beaded with chill morning mist | B2 |
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Then he fancied the straight mountain ashes the gums | H |
And the wattles all mocked him and whispered You lack | B |
The speed to avert cruel capture that comes | H |
To the warrigal fancied by young Charlie Mac | B |
For he'll yard you and rope you and then you'll be stuck | C2 |
In the crush while his saddle is girthed to your back | B |
Then out in the open and there you may buck | C2 |
Till you break your bold heart but you'll never throw Mac | B |
The Lord of the Hills at the thought felt the sweat | D2 |
Break over the smooth summer gloss of his hide | E2 |
He spurted his utmost to leave her but yet | D2 |
The Empress crept up to him stride upon stride | E2 |
No need to say Charlie was riding her now | F2 |
Yet still for all that he had something in hand | J |
With here a sharp stoop to avoid a low bough | F2 |
Or quick rise and fall as a tree trunk they spanned | J |
In his terror the brumby struck down the rough falls | H |
T'wards Yiack with fierce disregard for his neck | G2 |
'Tis useless he finds for the mare overhauls | H |
Him slowly no timber could keep her in check | G2 |
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There's a narrow beat pathway that winds to and fro | A |
Down the deeps of the gully half hid from the day | C |
There's a turn in the track where the hop bushes grow | A |
And hide the grey granite that crosses the way | C |
While sharp swerves the path round the boulder's broad base | H |
And now the last scene in the drama is played | H2 |
As the Lord of the Hills with the mare in full chase | H |
Swept t'wards it but ere his long stride could be stayed | H2 |
With a gathered momentum that gave not a chance | H |
Of escape and a shuddering sickening shock | I2 |
He struck on the granite that barred his advance | H |
And sobbed out his life a the foot of the rock | I2 |
While Charlie pulled off with a twitch of the rein | O |
And an answering spring from his surefooted mount | J2 |
One might say unscathed though a crimsoning stain | O |
Marked the graze of the granite but that would ne'er count | J2 |
With Charlie who speedily sprang to the earth | K2 |
To ease the mare's burden his deft fingered hand | J |
Unslackened her surcingle loosened tight girth | K2 |
And cleansed with a tussock the spurs' ruddy brand | J |
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There he lay by the rock drooping head glazing eye | L |
Strong limbs stilled for ever no more would he fear | L2 |
The tread of a horseman no more would he fly | L |
Through the hills with his harem in rapid career | L2 |
The pick of the Mountain Mob bays greys or roans | H |
He proved by his death that the pace 'tis that kills | H |
And a sun shrunken hide o'er a few whitened bones | H |
Marks the last resting place of the Lord of the Hills | H |
Barcroft Boake
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