The Hawk's Nest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF EGEG HEHE IBIB FEFE JKJK JBJB BIBI EKEK BFBF| We 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
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