A Song Of Exmoor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE DEFE FGHGIJKJ LMNOPQRQ STUTVWXW YEZA2B2EFE B2EFE| The Forest above and the Combe below | A |
| On a bright September morn | B |
| He's the soul of a clod who thanks not God | C |
| That ever his body was born | B |
| So hurry along the stag's afoot | D |
| The Master's up and away | E |
| Halloo Halloo we'll follow it through | F |
| From Bratton to Porlock Bay | E |
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| So hurry along the stag's afoot | D |
| The Master's up and away | E |
| Halloo Halloo we'll follow it through | F |
| From Bratton to Porlock Bay | E |
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| Hark to the tufters' challenge true | F |
| 'Tis a note that the red deer knows | G |
| His courage awakes his covert he breaks | H |
| And up for the moor he goes | G |
| He's all his rights and seven on top | I |
| His eye's the eye of a king | J |
| And he'll beggar the pride of some that ride | K |
| Before he leaves the ling | J |
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| Here comes Antony bringing the pack | L |
| Steady he's laying them on | M |
| By the sound of their chime you may tell that it's time | N |
| To harden your heart and be gone | O |
| Nightacott Narracott Hunnacott's passed | P |
| Right for the North they race | Q |
| He's leading them straight for Blackmoor Gate | R |
| And he's setting a pounding pace | Q |
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| We're running him now on a breast high scent | S |
| But he leaves us standing still | T |
| When we swing round by Westland Pound | U |
| He's far up Challacombe Hill | T |
| The pack are a string of struggling ants | V |
| The quarry's a dancing midge | W |
| They're trying their reins on the edge of the Chains | X |
| While he's on Cheriton Ridge | W |
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| He's gone by Kittuck and Lucott Moor | Y |
| He's gone by Woodcock's Ley | E |
| By the little white town he's turned him down | Z |
| And he's soiling in open sea | A2 |
| So hurry along we'll both be in | B2 |
| The crowd are a parish away | E |
| We're a field of two and we've followed it through | F |
| From Bratton to Porlock Bay | E |
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| So hurry along we'll both be in | B2 |
| The crowd are a parish away | E |
| We're a field of two and we've followed it through | F |
| From Bratton to Porlock Bay | E |
Henry Newbolt
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