Don Juan: Canto The Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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XXIVA
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The ship call'd the most holy TrinidadaB
Was steering duly for the port LeghornC
For there the Spanish family MoncadaB
Were settled long ere Juan's sire was bornC
They were relations and for them he had aB
Letter of introduction which the mornC
Of his departure had been sent him byD
His Spanish friends for those in Italy XXVA
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His suite consisted of three servants andB
A tutor the licentiate PedrilloE
Who several languages did understandB
But now lay sick and speechless on his pillowE
And rocking in his hammock long'd for landB
His headache being increas'd by every billowE
And the waves oozing through the port hole madeB
His berth a little damp and him afraid XXVIA
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'Twas not without some reason for the windB
Increas'd at night until it blew a galeE
And though 'twas not much to a naval mindB
Some landsmen would have look'd a little paleE
For sailors are in fact a different kindB
At sunset they began to take in sailE
For the sky show'd it would come on to blowE
And carry away perhaps a mast or so XXVIIA
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At one o'clock the wind with sudden shiftB
Threw the ship right into the trough of the seaF
Which struck her aft and made an awkward riftB
Started the stern post also shatter'd theB
Whole of her stern frame and ere she could liftB
Herself from out her present jeopardyF
The rudder tore away 'twas time to soundB
The pumps and there were four feet water found XXVIIIA
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One gang of people instantly was putB
Upon the pumps and the remainder setB
To get up part of the cargo and what notB
But they could not come at the leak as yetB
At last they did get at it really butB
Still their salvation was an even betB
The water rush'd through in a way quite puzzlingG
While they thrust sheets shirts jackets bales of muslin XXIXF
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Into the opening but all such ingredientsF
Would have been vain and they must have gone downH
Despite of all their efforts and expedientsF
But for the pumps I'm glad to make them knownI
To all the brother tars who may have need henceF
For fifty tons of water were upthrownI
By them per hour and they had all been undoneI
But for the maker Mr Mann of London XXXF
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As day advanc'd the weather seem'd to abateB
And then the leak they reckon'd to reduceF
And keep the ship afloat though three feet yetB
Kept two hand and one chain pump still in useF
The wind blew fresh again as it grew lateB
A squall came on and while some guns broke looseF
A gust which all descriptive power transcendsF
Laid with one blast the ship on her beam ends XXXIF
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There she lay motionless and seem'd upsetB
The water left the hold and wash'd the decksF
And made a scene men do not soon forgetB
For they remember battles fires and wrecksF
Or any other thing that brings regretB
Or breaks their hopes or hearts or heads or necksF
Thus drownings are much talked of by the diversF
And swimmers who may chance to be survivors XXXIIF
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Immediately the masts were cut awayJ
Both main and mizen first the mizen wentB
The mainmast follow'd but the ship still layJ
Like a mere log and baffled our intentB
Foremast and bowsprit were cut down and theyJ
Eas'd her at last although we never meantB
To part with all till every hope was blightedB
And then with violence the old ship righted XXXIIIF
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It may be easily suppos'd while thisF
Was going on some people were unquietB
That passengers would find it much amissF
To lose their lives as well as spoil their dietB
That even the able seaman deeming hisF
Days nearly o'er might be dispos'd to riotB
As upon such occasions tars will askK
For grog and sometimes drink rum from the cask XXXIVA
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There's nought no doubt so much the spirit calmsF
As rum and true religion thus it wasF
Some plunder'd some drank spirits some sung psalmsF
The high wind made the treble and as bassF
The hoarse harsh waves kept time fright cur'd the qualmsF
Of all the luckless landsmen's sea sick mawsF
Strange sounds of wailing blasphemy devotionI
Clamour'd in chorus to the roaring ocean XXXVA
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Perhaps more mischief had been done but forL
Our Juan who with sense beyond his yearsF
Got to the spirit room and stood beforeL
It with a pair of pistols and their fearsF
As if Death were more dreadful by his doorL
Of fire than water spite of oaths and tearsF
Kept still aloof the crew who ere they sunkM
Thought it would be becoming to die drunk XXXVIA
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Give us more grog they cried for it will beF
All one an hour hence Juan answer'd NoI
'Tis true that Death awaits both you and meF
But let us die like men not sink belowI
Like brutes and thus his dangerous post kept heF
And none lik'd to anticipate the blowI
And even Pedrillo his most reverend tutorN
Was for some rum a disappointed suitor XXXVIIA
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The good old gentleman was quite aghastB
And made a loud and pious lamentationI
Repented all his sins and made a lastB
Irrevocable vow of reformationI
Nothing should tempt him more this peril pastB
To quit his academic occupationI
In cloisters of the classic SalamancaB
To follow Juan's wake like Sancho Panca XXXVIIIA
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But now there came a flash of hope once moreL
Day broke and the wind lull'd the masts were goneI
The leak increas'd shoals round her but no shoreL
The vessel swam yet still she held her ownI
They tried the pumps again and though beforeL
Their desperate efforts seem'd all useless grownI
A glimpse of sunshine set some hands to baleE
The stronger pump'd the weaker thrumm'd a sail XXXIXF
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Under the vessel's keel the sail was pass'dB
And for the moment it had some effectB
But with a leak and not a stick of mastB
Nor rag of canvas what could they expectB
But still 'tis best to struggle to the lastB
'Tis never too late to be wholly wreck'dB
And though 'tis true that man can only die onceF
'Tis not so pleasant in the Gulf of Lyons XLE
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There winds and waves had hurl'd them and from thenceF
Without their will they carried them awayJ
For they were forc'd with steering to dispenseF
And never had as yet a quiet dayJ
On which they might repose or even commenceF
A jurymast or rudder or could sayJ
The ship would swim an hour which by good luckO
Still swam though not exactly like a duck XLIE
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The wind in fact perhaps was rather lessF
But the ship labour'd so they scarce could hopeP
To weather out much longer the distressF
Was also great with which they had to copeP
For want of water and their solid messF
Was scant enough in vain the telescopeP
Was us'd nor sail nor shore appear'd in sightB
Nought but the heavy sea and coming night XLIIE
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Again the weather threaten'd again blewE
A gale and in the fore and after holdB
Water appear'd yet though the people knewE
All this the most were patient and some boldB
Until the chains and leathers were worn throughE
Of all our pumps a wreck complete she roll'dB
At mercy of the waves whose mercies areQ
Like human beings during civil war XLIIIE
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Then came the carpenter at last with tearsF
In his rough eyes and told the captain heF
Could do no more he was a man in yearsF
And long had voyag'd through many a stormy seaF
And if he wept at length they were not fearsF
That made his eyelids as a woman's beF
But he poor fellow had a wife and childrenI
Two things for dying people quite bewildering XLIVA
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The ship was evidently settling nowI
Fast by the head and all distinction goneI
Some went to prayers again and madB

George Gordon Byron



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