Thompson Of Angels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC ADEC FAGC AHIHJK ALEE KIMAC NKOG KGGE PQRE AESE MKTAEIt is the story of Thompson of Thompson the hero of Angels | A |
Frequently drunk was Thompson but always polite to the stranger | B |
Light and free was the touch of Thompson upon his revolver | B |
Great the mortality incident on that lightness and freedom | C |
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Yet not happy or gay was Thompson the hero of Angels | A |
Often spoke to himself in accents of anguish and sorrow | D |
Why do I make the graves of the frivolous youth who in folly | E |
Thoughtlessly pass my revolver forgetting its lightness and freedom | C |
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Why in my daily walks does the surgeon drop his left eyelid | F |
The undertaker smile and the sculptor of gravestone marbles | A |
Lean on his chisel and gaze I care not o'er much for attention | G |
Simple am I in my ways save but for this lightness and freedom | C |
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So spake that pensive man this Thompson the hero of Angels | A |
Bitterly smiled to himself as he strode through the chapparal musing | H |
Why oh why echoed the pines in the dark olive depth far | I |
resounding | H |
Why indeed whispered the sage brush that bent 'neath his feet | J |
non elastic | K |
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Pleasant indeed was that morn that dawned o'er the barroom at Angels | A |
Where in their manhood's prime was gathered the pride of the hamlet | L |
Six took sugar in theirs and nine to the barkeeper lightly | E |
Smiled as they said Well Jim you can give us our regular fusil | E |
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Suddenly as the gray hawk swoops down on the barnyard alighting | K |
Where pensively picking their corn the favorite pullets are | I |
gathered | M |
So in that festive bar room dropped Thompson the hero of Angels | A |
Grasping his weapon dread with his pristine lightness and freedom | C |
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Never a word he spoke divesting himself of his garments | N |
Danced the war dance of the playful yet truculent Modoc | K |
Uttered a single whoop and then in the accents of challenge | O |
Spake Oh behold in me a Crested Jay Hawk of the mountain | G |
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Then rose a pallid man a man sick with fever and ague | K |
Small was he and his step was tremulous weak and uncertain | G |
Slowly a Derringer drew and covered the person of Thompson | G |
Said in his feeblest pipe I'm a Bald headed Snipe of the Valley | E |
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As on its native plains the kangaroo startled by hunters | P |
Leaps with successive bounds and hurries away to the thickets | Q |
So leaped the Crested Hawk and quietly hopping behind him | R |
Ran and occasionally shot that Bald headed Snipe of the Valley | E |
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Vain at the festive bar still lingered the people of Angels | A |
Hearing afar in the woods the petulant pop of the pistol | E |
Never again returned the Crested Jay Hawk of the mountains | S |
Never again was seen the Bald headed Snipe of the Valley | E |
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Yet in the hamlet of Angels when truculent speeches are uttered | M |
When bloodshed and life alone will atone for some trifling | K |
misstatement | T |
Maidens and men in their prime recall the last hero of Angels | A |
Think of and vainly regret the Bald headed Snipe of the Valley | E |
Bret Harte
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