The Stage-driver's Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH IJDK DHLD JMLN MOKN HDPD MQLH JRDH GLDF

It was the stage driver's story as he stood with his back to the wheelersA
Quietly flecking his whip and turning his quid of tobaccoB
While on the dusty road and blent with the rays of the moonlightC
We saw the long curl of his lash and the juice of tobacco descendingD
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Danger Sir I believe you indeed I may say on that subjectE
You your existence might put to the hazard and turn of a wagerF
I have seen danger Oh no not me sir indeed I assure youG
'Twas only the man with the dog that is sitting alone in yon wagonH
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It was the Geiger Grade a mile and a half from the summitI
Black as your hat was the night and never a star in the heavensJ
Thundering down the grade the gravel and stones we sent flyingD
Over the precipice side a thousand feet plumb to the bottomK
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Half way down the grade I felt sir a thrilling and creakingD
Then a lurch to one side as we hung on the bank of the canyonH
Then looking up the road I saw in the distance behind meL
The off hind wheel of the coach just loosed from its axle and followingD
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One glance alone I gave then gathered together my ribbonsJ
Shouted and flung them outspread on the straining necks of my cattleM
Screamed at the top of my voice and lashed the air in my frenzyL
While down the Geiger Grade on three wheels the vehicle thunderedN
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Speed was our only chance when again came the ominous rattleM
Crack and another wheel slipped away and was lost in the darknessO
Two only now were left yet such was our fearful momentumK
Upright erect and sustained on two wheels the vehicle thunderedN
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As some huge boulder unloosed from its rocky shelf on the mountainH
Drives before it the hare and the timorous squirrel far leapingD
So down the Geiger Grade rushed the Pioneer coach and before itP
Leaped the wild horses and shrieked in advance of the danger impendingD
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But to be brief in my tale Again ere we came to the levelM
Slipped from its axle a wheel so that to be plain in my statementQ
A matter of twelve hundred yards or more as the distance may beL
We traveled upon one wheel until we drove up to the stationH
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Then sir we sank in a heap but picking myself from the ruinsJ
I heard a noise up the grade and looking I saw in the distanceR
The three wheels following still like moons on the horizon whirlingD
Till circling they gracefully sank on the road at the side of the stationH
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This is my story sir a trifle indeed I assure youG
Much more perchance might be said but I hold him of all men most lightlyL
Who swerves from the truth in his tale No thank you Well since you are pressingD
Perhaps I don't care if I do you may give me the same Jim no sugarF

Bret Harte (francis)



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