Don Juan: Canto The Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBCDA BEBEBEBA BEBEBEEA BFBBBFBA BBBBBBGF FHFIFIIF BFBFBFFF BFBFBFFF JBJBJBBF FBFBFBKA FFFFFFIA LFLFLFMA FIFIFINA BIBIBIBA LILILIEF BBBBBBFE FJFJFJOE FPFPFPBE EBEBEBQE FFFFFFIA IIBXXIV | A |
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The ship call'd the most holy Trinidada | B |
Was steering duly for the port Leghorn | C |
For there the Spanish family Moncada | B |
Were settled long ere Juan's sire was born | C |
They were relations and for them he had a | B |
Letter of introduction which the morn | C |
Of his departure had been sent him by | D |
His Spanish friends for those in Italy XXV | A |
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His suite consisted of three servants and | B |
A tutor the licentiate Pedrillo | E |
Who several languages did understand | B |
But now lay sick and speechless on his pillow | E |
And rocking in his hammock long'd for land | B |
His headache being increas'd by every billow | E |
And the waves oozing through the port hole made | B |
His berth a little damp and him afraid XXVI | A |
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'Twas not without some reason for the wind | B |
Increas'd at night until it blew a gale | E |
And though 'twas not much to a naval mind | B |
Some landsmen would have look'd a little pale | E |
For sailors are in fact a different kind | B |
At sunset they began to take in sail | E |
For the sky show'd it would come on to blow | E |
And carry away perhaps a mast or so XXVII | A |
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At one o'clock the wind with sudden shift | B |
Threw the ship right into the trough of the sea | F |
Which struck her aft and made an awkward rift | B |
Started the stern post also shatter'd the | B |
Whole of her stern frame and ere she could lift | B |
Herself from out her present jeopardy | F |
The rudder tore away 'twas time to sound | B |
The pumps and there were four feet water found XXVIII | A |
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One gang of people instantly was put | B |
Upon the pumps and the remainder set | B |
To get up part of the cargo and what not | B |
But they could not come at the leak as yet | B |
At last they did get at it really but | B |
Still their salvation was an even bet | B |
The water rush'd through in a way quite puzzling | G |
While they thrust sheets shirts jackets bales of muslin XXIX | F |
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Into the opening but all such ingredients | F |
Would have been vain and they must have gone down | H |
Despite of all their efforts and expedients | F |
But for the pumps I'm glad to make them known | I |
To all the brother tars who may have need hence | F |
For fifty tons of water were upthrown | I |
By them per hour and they had all been undone | I |
But for the maker Mr Mann of London XXX | F |
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As day advanc'd the weather seem'd to abate | B |
And then the leak they reckon'd to reduce | F |
And keep the ship afloat though three feet yet | B |
Kept two hand and one chain pump still in use | F |
The wind blew fresh again as it grew late | B |
A squall came on and while some guns broke loose | F |
A gust which all descriptive power transcends | F |
Laid with one blast the ship on her beam ends XXXI | F |
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There she lay motionless and seem'd upset | B |
The water left the hold and wash'd the decks | F |
And made a scene men do not soon forget | B |
For they remember battles fires and wrecks | F |
Or any other thing that brings regret | B |
Or breaks their hopes or hearts or heads or necks | F |
Thus drownings are much talked of by the divers | F |
And swimmers who may chance to be survivors XXXII | F |
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Immediately the masts were cut away | J |
Both main and mizen first the mizen went | B |
The mainmast follow'd but the ship still lay | J |
Like a mere log and baffled our intent | B |
Foremast and bowsprit were cut down and they | J |
Eas'd her at last although we never meant | B |
To part with all till every hope was blighted | B |
And then with violence the old ship righted XXXIII | F |
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It may be easily suppos'd while this | F |
Was going on some people were unquiet | B |
That passengers would find it much amiss | F |
To lose their lives as well as spoil their diet | B |
That even the able seaman deeming his | F |
Days nearly o'er might be dispos'd to riot | B |
As upon such occasions tars will ask | K |
For grog and sometimes drink rum from the cask XXXIV | A |
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There's nought no doubt so much the spirit calms | F |
As rum and true religion thus it was | F |
Some plunder'd some drank spirits some sung psalms | F |
The high wind made the treble and as bass | F |
The hoarse harsh waves kept time fright cur'd the qualms | F |
Of all the luckless landsmen's sea sick maws | F |
Strange sounds of wailing blasphemy devotion | I |
Clamour'd in chorus to the roaring ocean XXXV | A |
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Perhaps more mischief had been done but for | L |
Our Juan who with sense beyond his years | F |
Got to the spirit room and stood before | L |
It with a pair of pistols and their fears | F |
As if Death were more dreadful by his door | L |
Of fire than water spite of oaths and tears | F |
Kept still aloof the crew who ere they sunk | M |
Thought it would be becoming to die drunk XXXVI | A |
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Give us more grog they cried for it will be | F |
All one an hour hence Juan answer'd No | I |
'Tis true that Death awaits both you and me | F |
But let us die like men not sink below | I |
Like brutes and thus his dangerous post kept he | F |
And none lik'd to anticipate the blow | I |
And even Pedrillo his most reverend tutor | N |
Was for some rum a disappointed suitor XXXVII | A |
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The good old gentleman was quite aghast | B |
And made a loud and pious lamentation | I |
Repented all his sins and made a last | B |
Irrevocable vow of reformation | I |
Nothing should tempt him more this peril past | B |
To quit his academic occupation | I |
In cloisters of the classic Salamanca | B |
To follow Juan's wake like Sancho Panca XXXVIII | A |
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But now there came a flash of hope once more | L |
Day broke and the wind lull'd the masts were gone | I |
The leak increas'd shoals round her but no shore | L |
The vessel swam yet still she held her own | I |
They tried the pumps again and though before | L |
Their desperate efforts seem'd all useless grown | I |
A glimpse of sunshine set some hands to bale | E |
The stronger pump'd the weaker thrumm'd a sail XXXIX | F |
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Under the vessel's keel the sail was pass'd | B |
And for the moment it had some effect | B |
But with a leak and not a stick of mast | B |
Nor rag of canvas what could they expect | B |
But still 'tis best to struggle to the last | B |
'Tis never too late to be wholly wreck'd | B |
And though 'tis true that man can only die once | F |
'Tis not so pleasant in the Gulf of Lyons XL | E |
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There winds and waves had hurl'd them and from thence | F |
Without their will they carried them away | J |
For they were forc'd with steering to dispense | F |
And never had as yet a quiet day | J |
On which they might repose or even commence | F |
A jurymast or rudder or could say | J |
The ship would swim an hour which by good luck | O |
Still swam though not exactly like a duck XLI | E |
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The wind in fact perhaps was rather less | F |
But the ship labour'd so they scarce could hope | P |
To weather out much longer the distress | F |
Was also great with which they had to cope | P |
For want of water and their solid mess | F |
Was scant enough in vain the telescope | P |
Was us'd nor sail nor shore appear'd in sight | B |
Nought but the heavy sea and coming night XLII | E |
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Again the weather threaten'd again blew | E |
A gale and in the fore and after hold | B |
Water appear'd yet though the people knew | E |
All this the most were patient and some bold | B |
Until the chains and leathers were worn through | E |
Of all our pumps a wreck complete she roll'd | B |
At mercy of the waves whose mercies are | Q |
Like human beings during civil war XLIII | E |
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Then came the carpenter at last with tears | F |
In his rough eyes and told the captain he | F |
Could do no more he was a man in years | F |
And long had voyag'd through many a stormy sea | F |
And if he wept at length they were not fears | F |
That made his eyelids as a woman's be | F |
But he poor fellow had a wife and children | I |
Two things for dying people quite bewildering XLIV | A |
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The ship was evidently settling now | I |
Fast by the head and all distinction gone | I |
Some went to prayers again and mad | B |
George Gordon Byron
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