Ned Connor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCC EFEFGF HIHJKI LMLMLM NHNHKH OPOPGP QRSRRR CACACA TUVUVU PFPFPF TPTPRP WTWTWT XYXZXG A2HA2HB2H C2D2C2D2C2D2 E2F2E2F2XF2 G2XH2XPX HG2HG2HG2 I2J2I2J2I2J2 I2UI2UK2U UHUCUC L2TL2TL2T I2UI2UI2U I2RURUR TI2TI2UI2 UG2UH2UH2 I2M2I2M2UM2 TI2I2I2I2I2 RN2RN2RN2 O2I2O2I2O2I2 P2RP2TP2T I2RI2RRR I2I2I2I2I2I2 G2HI2HI2HTWAS night and where a watery sound | A |
Came moaning up the Flat | B |
Six rude and bearded stockmen round | A |
Their blazing hut fire sat | B |
And laughed as on some starting hound | A |
The cracking fuel spat | B |
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And merrier still the log fire cracks | C |
As night the darker falls | D |
While not a noisy tongue there lacks | C |
To tell of drunken brawls | D |
But most of battle with the Blacks | C |
Some bloody tale appals | C |
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Amongst them then Ned Connor spoke | E |
And up his form he drew | F |
What is there in an open stroke | E |
To boast of You but slew | F |
Those who d have done each hell black one | G |
The same or worse to you | F |
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But lost among the hills one day | H |
Which then was well nigh shut | I |
I met a Black upon my way | H |
And thus the matter put | J |
Unto him See this knife s for thee | K |
Come guide me to my hut | I |
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His savage eyes grew huge with joy | L |
As on the prize they bent | M |
And leading even like a boy | L |
He capered as he went | M |
But think you men to give the toy | L |
Ned Connor ever meant | M |
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An hour had brought us many a mile | N |
And then as closed the day | H |
The savage pointed with a smile | N |
To where my Station lay | H |
There give to me the knife said he | K |
And let me go my way | H |
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I never meant that he should touch | O |
The thing as I have said | P |
And when he stretched his hand to clutch | O |
A thought came in my head | P |
I raised my gun as though in fun | G |
I fired and he was dead | P |
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The ruffian laughed in his pitiless mood | Q |
When ended thus his tale | R |
But all the rest though men of blood | S |
With horror seemed to quail | R |
And saw though he stood boastfully | R |
That Connor too was pale | R |
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For through the moaning of the trees | C |
He seemed to hear the sound | A |
Of his own laughter in the breeze | C |
Keep roaming out till drowned | A |
In wild and bitter mockeries | C |
Up answering from the ground | A |
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Now what to hear had made them fear | T |
Had also made them dry | U |
But strange the water pail that late | V |
Brimm d in the corner nigh | U |
Was empty In amazement great | V |
There s not a drop they cry | U |
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Their thirst grew bitter and they said | P |
Come this will never do | F |
It is your turn for water Ned | P |
Then why not go He drew | F |
Full hard his breath and from his head | P |
There dripped a sudden dew | F |
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But shaming to be taxed with fear | T |
He seized the pail and said | P |
What care I Though the night be drear | T |
Who ever saw the dead | P |
And if I fail to fill this pail | R |
The devil shall instead | P |
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He sallied forth A sudden blast | W |
Went sobbing by the door | T |
Through which they heard his footsteps fast | W |
Recede and when no more | T |
They heard them round the fire aghast | W |
They gathered as before | T |
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I would not go alone to night | X |
The way that he is gone | Y |
Said one for all the gold my sight | X |
Hath ever fallen upon | Z |
To slay that creature was not right | X |
I d say t were he my son | G |
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And now impatient all and wild | A2 |
They wondered at his stay | H |
Till one outspake A weanling child | A2 |
Could not make more delay | H |
If longer slack in coming back | B2 |
He ll bring with him the day | H |
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But while they thus were wondering hark | C2 |
They hear a frantic shriek | D2 |
Then nearing footsteps through the dark | C2 |
Come waywardly and weak | D2 |
And as the dogs did howl and bark | C2 |
They stared but feared to speak | D2 |
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Against the door that to had swung | E2 |
One rushed then and twas split | F2 |
Twas Connor who amid them sprung | E2 |
And fell into a fit | F2 |
And long that night in ghastly plight | X |
He struggled there in it | F2 |
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And when his sense returned again | G2 |
The sun was rising bright | X |
But shuddering as in mental pain | H2 |
He turned him from the light | X |
And pointing said To bed to bed | P |
For Death is in my sight | X |
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They bore him to his bed straightway | H |
Those horror stricken men | G2 |
And questioned him as there he lay | H |
Of what had met his ken | G2 |
Within himself he seemed to pray | H |
And thus bespake them then | G2 |
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I went you heard with impious boast | I2 |
For water to the brook | J2 |
But when the threshold I had crost | I2 |
All strength my heart forsook | J2 |
Each forward step seemed fate but most | I2 |
I feared behind to look | J2 |
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Long murky clouds were hurrying fast | I2 |
Across the starless sky | U |
Strange sounds came drowning up the blast | I2 |
That piped by fits so high | U |
A winding gleam and lo the stream | K2 |
Went wildly moaning by | U |
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I knew not why but it struck mine eye | U |
With a dull damp sense of awe | H |
And bankward densely crawling by | U |
Crude Shapes methought I saw | C |
But I must not back I said alack | U |
But down at once and draw | C |
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Now standing at the water s edge | L2 |
Mine eyes thereon I threw | T |
And lo distinctly through the sedge | L2 |
What is it there I view | T |
Not mine own shadow from the ledge | L2 |
But him the Black I slew | T |
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Twas no delusion There he stood | I2 |
Within the gleaming brook | U |
The same as when I shed his blood | I2 |
His stature and his look | U |
Even to the dread accusing shade | I2 |
His dying aspect took | U |
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With backward bound I started round | I2 |
And up the bank did flee | R |
But ah as swiftly in my track | U |
Bare footfalls seemed to be | R |
Step step for mine close at my back | U |
I heard but nought could see | R |
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It was a horrible thing to hear | T |
Behind me still the sound | I2 |
I could not bear to have it there | T |
And desperate faced me round | I2 |
When through the dark a sudden spark | U |
Shot upward from the ground | I2 |
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Staggered as with a stunning stroke | U |
I could not turn again | G2 |
But saw whence came the spark a smoke | U |
Arise I saw it plain | H2 |
And from it an earthy odour broke | U |
That bit me to the brain | H2 |
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At first I saw it bloating out | I2 |
In size not o er a span | M2 |
Then as it slowly wreathed about | I2 |
To heighten it began | M2 |
Until it took in bulk and look | U |
The stature of a man | M2 |
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No stir was near I might but hear | T |
The beating of my blood | I2 |
And there within my reach almost | I2 |
The horrid Phantom stood | I2 |
I stared till fear in fear was lost | I2 |
So awful was my mood | I2 |
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I spoke I know not what and lo | R |
The diabolic birth | N2 |
Gan wildly writhing to and fro | R |
As if in ghostly mirth | N2 |
And then against me rushing so | R |
It dashed me to the earth | N2 |
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Mine eyes flashed out with sputtering flame | O2 |
The ground kept swimming fast | I2 |
And roaming round about there came | O2 |
Wild laughter in the blast | I2 |
A moment and then all was tame | O2 |
Forgotten painless past | I2 |
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At length my brain began to swim | P2 |
As consciousness regrew | R |
But when with eyeballs strained and dim | P2 |
I looked again I knew | T |
A form stood o er me it was him | P2 |
The savage that I slew | T |
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I shrieked and bounding to my feet | I2 |
I fled but as before | R |
Bare footsteps tracked me beat for beat | I2 |
With mine even to the door | R |
What then befel I cannot tell | R |
I know of nothing more | R |
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He ceased and turning in his bed | I2 |
Aloud for mercy cried | I2 |
And for three days and nights tis said | I2 |
He uttered nought beside | I2 |
When raving out with sudden dread | I2 |
The haunted Murderer died | I2 |
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The fearful men around him then | G2 |
Each one of them did say | H |
It was a damn ed wrong in Ned | I2 |
The savage so to slay | H |
And where he said he saw the dead | I2 |
They buried him next day | H |
Charles Harpur
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