The Warrigal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJKLK MNONPQRQ SCECTUVW XYZYA2B2C2B2 D2E2F2E2G2H2I2H2The warrigal's lair is pent in bare | A |
Black rocks at the gorge's mouth | B |
It is set in ways where Summer strays | C |
With the sprites of flame and drouth | B |
But when the heights are touched with lights | D |
Of hoar frost sleet and shine | E |
His bed is made of the dead grass blade | F |
And the leaves of the windy pine | E |
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Through forest boles the storm wind rolls | G |
Vext of the sea driv'n rain | H |
And up in the clift through many a rift | I |
The voices of torrents complain | H |
The sad marsh fowl and the lonely owl | J |
Are heard in the fog wreaths grey | K |
When the warrigal wakes and listens and takes | L |
To the woods that shelter the prey | K |
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In the gully deeps the blind creek sleeps | M |
And the silver showery moon | N |
Glides over the hills and floats and fills | O |
And dreams in the dark lagoon | N |
While halting hard by the station yard | P |
Aghast at the hut flame nigh | Q |
The warrigal yells and flats and fells | R |
Are loud with his dismal cry | Q |
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On the topmost peak of mountains bleak | S |
The south wind sobs and strays | C |
Through moaning pine and turpentine | E |
And the rippling runnel ways | C |
And strong streams flow and great mists go | T |
Where the warrigal starts to hear | U |
The watch dog's bark break sharp in the dark | V |
And flees like a phantom of fear | W |
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The swift rains beat and the thunders fleet | X |
On the wings of the fiery gale | Y |
And down in the glen of pool and fen | Z |
The wild gums whistle and wail | Y |
As over the plains and past the chains | A2 |
Of waterholes glimmering deep | B2 |
The warrigal flies from the shepherd's cries | C2 |
And the clamour of dogs and sheep | B2 |
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He roves through the lands of sultry sands | D2 |
He hunts in the iron range | E2 |
Untamed as surge of the far sea verge | F2 |
And fierce and fickle and strange | E2 |
The white man's track and the haunts of the black | G2 |
He shuns and shudders to see | H2 |
For his joy he tastes in lonely wastes | I2 |
Where his mates are torrent and tree | H2 |
Henry Kendall
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