Thompson Of Angels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC ADEC FAGC AHIHJK ALEE KIMAC NKOG KGGE PQRE AESE MKTAE| It 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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