George W. Doneghy

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Camping On The Cumberland. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNN OOPPQQRR DDSSBBTT

Where the Cumberland flows on its way to the SouthA
From its source in the hills half way to its mouthA
When Autumn has come and tempered the raysB
Of the hot blazing sun with its soft mellow hazeB
Is an Eden of bliss and a place of delightC
When the minnows are good and the jumpers will biteC
And a fellow's well fixed with a reel and a poleD
And other equipments of which I've been toldE
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To camp there and fish for a week at a timeF
And have the four pounders just tug at your lineG
Is a feeling akin to sweet visions we seeH
When we dream of that home where we all hope to beH
And no king in the world who sits on a throneI
E'er felt the rare joy that thrills to the boneI
When you throw out your line and it whizzes awayJ
Just cutting the water to foamy white sprayJ
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He darts here and there dead game to the lastK
When he feels the barbed hook and finds that he's fastK
And plunges and struggles disdaining to yieldL
Till exhausted at last to the bank he is reeledL
And carefully lifted from out the old streamM
While he flounders and gasps and his scaly sides gleamM
And you measure his length and guess at his weightN
Five inches too long and a pound too greatN
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And when shadows of evening are gathering aroundO
And the sun with pure gold each hill top has crownedO
Then pick up your trappings and leisurely wendP
Your way back to camp above the long bendP
Where the cook has prepared a supper I trowQ
Ne'er dreamt of in thoughts of DelmonicoQ
And you'll sit there and eat for an hour or moreR
With an appetite keen and unheard of beforeR
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Now bring out your pipe and fill up the bowlD
And loll there and smoke till it seems that the soulD
Is wafted away like the ringlets that riseS
As blue as the dome of the star jeweled skiesS
Then roll in a blanket with your feet to the blazeB
And the croak of the frogs and the ripple that playsB
Will lull you to sleep with music as sweetT
As that of the song when the angels you greetT

George W. Doneghy



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