How Salvator Won Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEE FFGGHHIIJJ KK LMMNNOOPPQQRRSTUUVWX X YYMMZZNNA2A2B2B2C2C2 EEMMD2D2E2E2F2F2G2G2 H2H2I2I2| The gate was thrown open I rode out alone | A |
| More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne | A |
| I am but a jockey yet shout upon shout | B |
| Went up from the people who watched me ride out | B |
| And the cheers that rang forth from that warm hearted crowd | C |
| Were as earnest as those to which monarch e'er bowed | C |
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| My heart thrilled with pleasure so keen it was pain | D |
| As I patted my Salvator's soft silken mane | D |
| And a sweet shiver shot from his hide to my hand | E |
| As we passed by the multitude down to the stand | E |
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| The great waves of cheering came billowing back | F |
| As the hoofs of brave Tenny rang swift down the track | F |
| And he stood there beside us all bone and all muscle | G |
| Our noble opponent well trained for the tussle | G |
| That waited us there on the smooth shining course | H |
| My Salvator fair to the lovers of horse | H |
| As a beautiful woman is fair to man's sight | I |
| Pure type of the thoroughbred clean limbed and bright | I |
| Stood taking the plaudits as only his due | J |
| And nothing at all unexpected or new | J |
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| And then there before us the bright flag is spread | K |
| There's a roar from the grand stand and Tenny's ahead | K |
| At the sound of the voices that shouted 'a go ' | - |
| He sprang like an arrow shot straight from the bow | L |
| I tighten the reins on Prince Charlie's great son | M |
| He is off like a rocket the race is begun | M |
| Half way down the furlong their heads are together | N |
| Scarce room 'twixt their noses to wedge in a feather | N |
| Past grand stand and judges in neck to neck strife | O |
| Ah Salvator boy 'tis the race of your life | O |
| I press my knees closer I coax him I urge | P |
| I feel him go out with a leap and a surge | P |
| I see him creep on inch by inch stride by stride | Q |
| While backward still backward falls Tenny beside | Q |
| We are nearing the turn the first quarter is past | R |
| 'Twixt leader and chaser the daylight is cast | R |
| The distance elongates still Tenny sweeps on | S |
| As graceful and free limbed and swift as a fawn | T |
| His awkwardness vanished his muscles all strained | U |
| A noble opponent well born and well trained | U |
| I glanced o'er my shoulder ha Tenny the cost | V |
| Of that one second's flagging will be the race lost | W |
| One second's weak yielding of courage and strength | X |
| And the daylight between us has doubled its length | X |
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| The first mile is covered the race is mine no | Y |
| For the blue blood of Tenny responds to a blow | Y |
| He shoots through the air like a ball from a gun | M |
| And the two lengths between us are shortened to one | M |
| My heart is contracted my throat feels a lump | Z |
| For Tenny's long neck is at Salvator's rump | Z |
| And now with new courage grown bolder and bolder | N |
| I see him once more running shoulder to shoulder | N |
| With knees hands and body I press my grand steed | A2 |
| I urge him I coax him I pray him to heed | A2 |
| Oh Salvator Salvator list to my calls | B2 |
| For the blow of my whip will hurt both if it falls | B2 |
| There's a roar from the crowd like the ocean in storm | C2 |
| As close to my saddle leaps Tenny's great form | C2 |
| One more mighty plunge and with knee limb and hand | E |
| I lift my horse first by a nose past the stand | E |
| We are under the string now the great race is done | M |
| And Salvator Salvator Salvator won | M |
| Cheer hoar headed patriarchs cheer loud I say | D2 |
| 'Tis the race of a century witnessed to day | D2 |
| Though ye live twice the space that's allotted to men | E2 |
| Ye never will see such a grand race again | E2 |
| Let the shouts of the populace roar like the surf | F2 |
| For Salvator Salvator king of the turf | F2 |
| He has broken the record of thirteen long years | G2 |
| He has won the first place in a vast line of peers | G2 |
| 'Twas a neck to neck contest a grand honest race | H2 |
| And even his enemies grant him his place | H2 |
| Down into the dust let old records be hurled | I2 |
| And hang out in the gaze of the world | I2 |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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