The Hawk's Nest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF EGEG HEHE IBIB FEFE JKJK JBJB BIBI EKEK BFBFWe checked our pace the red road sharply rounding | A |
We heard the troubled flow | B |
Of the dark olive depths of pines resounding | A |
A thousand feet below | B |
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Above the tumult of the canyon lifted | C |
The gray hawk breathless hung | D |
Or on the hill a winged shadow drifted | C |
Where furze and thorn bush clung | D |
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Or where half way the mountain side was furrowed | E |
With many a seam and scar | F |
Or some abandoned tunnel dimly burrowed | E |
A mole hill seen so far | F |
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We looked in silence down across the distant | E |
Unfathomable reach | G |
A silence broken by the guide's consistent | E |
And realistic speech | G |
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Walker of Murphy's blew a hole through Peters | H |
For telling him he lied | E |
Then up and dusted out of South Hornitos | H |
Across the Long Divide | E |
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We ran him out of Strong's and up through Eden | I |
And 'cross the ford below | B |
And up this canyon Peters' brother leadin' | I |
And me and Clark and Joe | B |
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He fou't us game somehow I disremember | F |
Jest how the thing kem round | E |
Some say 'twas wadding some a scattered ember | F |
From fires on the ground | E |
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But in one minute all the hill below him | J |
Was just one sheet of flame | K |
Guardin' the crest Sam Clark and I called to him | J |
And well the dog was game | K |
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He made no sign the fires of hell were round him | J |
The pit of hell below | B |
We sat and waited but we never found him | J |
And then we turned to go | B |
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And then you see that rock that's grown so bristly | B |
With chapparal and tan | I |
Suthin crep' out it might hev been a grizzly | B |
It might hev been a man | I |
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Suthin that howled and gnashed its teeth and shouted | E |
In smoke and dust and flame | K |
Suthin that sprang into the depths about it | E |
Grizzly or man but game | K |
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That's all Well yes it does look rather risky | B |
And kinder makes one queer | F |
And dizzy looking down A drop of whiskey | B |
Ain't a bad thing right here | F |
Bret Harte (francis)
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