Arnold, Master Of The Scud Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CADA EAFA GHDH EIII GJGJ AFKF DADA LADA EMEN KFEF KFAF AKAK OAEA PQFR EKMK EFAF KAAA KAFA DSAS CTKL KUDU AFKF AADAThere's a schooner out from Kingsport | A |
Through the morning's dazzle gleam | B |
Snoring down the Bay of Fundy | A |
With a norther on her beam | B |
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How the tough wind springs to wrestle | C |
When the tide is on the flood | A |
And between them stands young daring | D |
Arnold master of the Scud | A |
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He is only Martin's youngster | E |
To the Minas coasting fleet | A |
Twelve year old and full of Satan | F |
As a nut is full of meat | A |
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With a wake of froth behind him | G |
And the gold green waste before | H |
Just as though the sea this morning | D |
Were his boat pond by the door | H |
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Legs a straddle grips the tiller | E |
This young waif of the old sea | I |
When the wind comes harder only | I |
Laughs Hurrah and holds her free | I |
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Little wonder as you watch him | G |
With the dash in his blue eye | J |
Long ago his father called him | G |
Arnold Master on the sly | J |
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While his mother's heart foreboded | A |
Reckless father makes rash son | F |
So to day the schooner carries | K |
Just these two whose will is one | F |
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Now the wind grows moody shifting | D |
Point by point into the east | A |
Wing and wing the Scud is flying | D |
With her scuppers full of yeast | A |
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And the father's older wisdom | L |
On the sea line has descried | A |
Like a stealthy cloud bank making | D |
Up to windward with the tide | A |
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Those tall navies of disaster | E |
The pale squadrons of the fog | M |
That maraud this gray world border | E |
Without pilot chart or log | N |
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Ranging wanton as marooners | K |
From Minudie to Manan | F |
Heave to and we'll reef my master | E |
Cries he when no will of man | F |
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Spills the foresail but a clumsy | K |
Wind flaw with a hand like stone | F |
Hurls the boom round In an instant | A |
Arnold Master there alone | F |
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Sees a crushed corpse shot to seaward | A |
With the gray doom in its face | K |
And the climbing foam receives it | A |
To its everlasting place | K |
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What does Arnold Master think you | O |
Whimper like a child for dread | A |
That's not Arnold Foulest weather | E |
Strongest sailors ever bred | A |
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And this slip of taut sea faring | P |
Grows a man who throttles fear | Q |
Let the storm and dark in spite now | F |
Do their worst with valor here | R |
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Not a reef and not a shiver | E |
While the wind jeers in her shrouds | K |
And the flauts of foam and sea fog | M |
Swarm upon her deck in crowds | K |
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Flies the Scud like a mad racer | E |
And with iron in his frown | F |
Holding hard by wrath and dreadnought | A |
Arnold Master rides her down | F |
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Let the taffrail shriek through foam heads | K |
Let the licking seas go glut | A |
Elsewhere their old hunger baffled | A |
Arnold's making for the Gut | A |
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Cleft sheer down the sea wall mountains | K |
Give that one port on the coast | A |
Made the Basin lies in sunshine | F |
Missed the little Scud is lost | A |
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Come now fog horn let your warning | D |
Rip the wind to starboard there | S |
Suddenly that burly throated | A |
Welcome ploughs the cumbered air | S |
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The young master hauls a little | C |
Crowds her up and sheets her home | T |
Heading for the narrow entry | K |
Whence the safety signals come | L |
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Then the wind lulls and an eddy | K |
Tells of ledges where away | U |
Veers the Scud sheet free sun breaking | D |
Through the rifts and there's the bay | U |
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Like a bird in from the storm beat | A |
As the summer sun goes down | F |
Slows the schooner to her moorings | K |
By the wharf at Digby town | F |
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All the world next morning wondered | A |
Largest letters there it stood | A |
Storm in Fundy A Boy's Daring | D |
Arnold Master of the Scud | A |
Bliss Carman
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