Artemis In Sierra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCD B EFEF C GHGH B CICI DJDKJ C JC B LCK C LMNO B MN P QN C RR B GRG C S B CTCT RGRG U C VTCT DWDW B X C CYCY D B Z C CA2B2 D C2A2 GIGI B B C X D MHMH B X D C C D D H| DRAMATIS PERSONAE | A |
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| Poet | B |
| Philosopher | C |
| Jones of Mariposa | D |
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| POET | B |
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| Halt Here we are Now wheel your mare a trifle | E |
| Just where you stand then doff your hat and swear | F |
| Never yet was scene you might cover with your rifle | E |
| Half as complete or as marvelously fair | F |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Dropped from Olympus or lifted out of Tempe | G |
| Swung like a censer betwixt the earth and sky | H |
| He who in Greece sang of flocks and flax and hemp he | G |
| Here might recall them six thousand feet on high | H |
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| POET | B |
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| Well you may say so The clamor of the river | C |
| Hum of base toil and man's ignoble strife | I |
| Halt far below where the stifling sunbeams quiver | C |
| But never climb to this purer higher life | I |
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| Not to this glade where Jones of Mariposa | D |
| Simple and meek as his flocks we're looking at | J |
| Tends his soft charge nor where his daughter Rosa | D |
| A shot | K |
| Hallo What's that | J |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| A something thro' my hat | J |
| Bullet I think You were speaking of his daughter | C |
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| POET | B |
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| Yes but your hat you were moving through the leaves | L |
| Likely he thought it some eagle bent on slaughter | C |
| Lightly he shoots A second shot | K |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| As one readily perceives | L |
| Still he improves This time YOUR hat has got it | M |
| Quite near the band Eh Oh just as you please | N |
| Stop or go on | O |
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| POET | B |
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| Perhaps we'd better trot it | M |
| Down through the hollow and up among the trees | N |
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| BOTH | P |
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| Trot trot trot where the bullets cannot follow | Q |
| Trot down and up again among the laurel trees | N |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Thanks that is better now of this shot dispensing | R |
| Jones and his girl you were saying | R |
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| POET | B |
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| Well you see | G |
| I hang it all Oh what's the use of fencing | R |
| Sir I confess it these shots were meant for ME | G |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Are you mad | S |
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| POET | B |
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| God knows I shouldn't wonder | C |
| I love this coy nymph who coldly as yon peak | T |
| Shines on the river it feeds yet keeps asunder | C |
| Long have I worshiped but never dared to speak | T |
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| Till she no doubt her love no longer hiding | R |
| Waked by some chance word her father's jealousy | G |
| Slips her disdain as an avalanche down gliding | R |
| Sweeps flocks and kin away to clear a path for ME | G |
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| Hence his attack | U |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| I see What I admire | V |
| Chiefly I think in your idyl so to speak | T |
| Is the cool modesty that checks your youthful fire | C |
| Absence of self love and abstinence of cheek | T |
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| Still I might mention I've met the gentle Rosa | D |
| Danced with her thrice to her father's jealous dread | W |
| And it is possible she's happened to disclose a | D |
| Ahem You can fancy why he shoots at ME instead | W |
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| POET | B |
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| YOU | X |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Me But kindly take your hand from your revolver | C |
| I am not choleric but accidents may chance | Y |
| And here's the father who alone can be the solver | C |
| Of this twin riddle of the hat and the romance | Y |
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| Enter JONES OF MARIPOSA | D |
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| POET | B |
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| Speak shepherd mine | Z |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Hail Time and cartridge waster | C |
| Aimless exploder of theories and skill | A2 |
| Whom do you shoot | B2 |
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| JONES OF MARIPOSA | D |
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| Well shootin' ain't my taste or | C2 |
| EF I shoot anything I only shoot to kill | A2 |
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| That ain't what's up I only kem to tell ye | G |
| Sportin' or courtin' trot homeward for your life | I |
| Gals will be gals and p'r'aps it's just ez well ye | G |
| Larned there was one had no wish to be a wife | I |
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| POET | B |
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| What | B |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Is this true | X |
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| JONES OF MARIPOSA | D |
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| I reckon it looks like it | M |
| She saw ye comin' My gun was standin' by | H |
| She made a grab and 'fore I up could strike it | M |
| Blazed at ye both The critter is SO shy | H |
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| POET | B |
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| Who | X |
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| JONES OF MARIPOSA | D |
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| My darter | C |
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| PHILOSOPHER | C |
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| Rosa | D |
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| JONES OF MARIPOSA | D |
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| Same Good by | H |
Bret Harte
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