A Runnable Stag Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCDEED FGFGGDCCD HIHIIDEED JKJLLCAAD CCCCCDEED MCMCCNOOD PQPQQDRRD ASASSDCCD TUTUUDRRD CVCVVDCCDWhen the pods went pop on the broom green broom | A |
And apples began to be golden skinn'd | B |
We harbour'd a stag in the Priory coomb | A |
And we feather'd his trail up wind up wind | C |
We feather'd his trail up wind | C |
A stag of warrant a stag a stag | D |
A runnable stag a kingly crop | E |
Brow bay and tray and three on top | E |
A stag a runnable stag | D |
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Then the huntsman's horn rang yap yap yap | F |
And 'Forwards' we heard the harbourer shout | G |
But 'twas only a brocket that broke a gap | F |
In the beechen underwood driven out | G |
From the underwood antler'd out | G |
By warrant and might of the stag the stag | D |
The runnable stag whose lordly mind | C |
Was bent on sleep though beam'd and tined | C |
He stood a runnable stag | D |
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So we tufted the covert till afternoon | H |
With Tinkerman's Pup and Bell of the North | I |
And hunters were sulky and hounds out of tune | H |
Before we tufted the right stag forth | I |
Before we tufted him forth | I |
The stag of warrant the wily stag | D |
The runnable stag with his kingly crop | E |
Brow bay and tray and three on top | E |
The royal and runnable stag | D |
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It was Bell of the North and Tinkerman's Pup | J |
That stuck to the scent till the copse was drawn | K |
'Tally ho tally ho ' and the hunt was up | J |
The tufters whipp'd and the pack laid on | L |
The resolute pack laid on | L |
And the stag of warrant away at last | C |
The runnable stag the same the same | A |
His hoofs on fire his horns like flame | A |
A stag a runnable stag | D |
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'Let your gelding be if you check or chide | C |
He stumbles at once and you're out of the hunt | C |
For three hundred gentlemen able to ride | C |
On hunters accustom'd to bear the brunt | C |
Accustom'd to bear the brunt | C |
Are after the runnable stag the stag | D |
The runnable stag with his kingly crop | E |
Brow bay and tray and three on top | E |
The right the runnable stag | D |
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By perilous paths in coomb and dell | M |
The heather the rocks and the river bed | C |
The pace grew hot for the scent lay well | M |
And a runnable stag goes right ahead | C |
The quarry went right ahead | C |
Ahead ahead and fast and far | N |
His antler'd crest his cloven hoof | O |
Brow bay and tray and three aloof | O |
The stag the runnable stag | D |
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For a matter of twenty miles and more | P |
By the densest hedge and the highest wall | Q |
Through herds of bullocks lie baffled the lore | P |
Of harbourer huntsman hounds and all | Q |
Of harbourer hounds and all | Q |
The stag of warrant the wily stag | D |
For twenty miles and five and five | R |
He ran and he never was caught alive | R |
This stag this runnable stag | D |
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When he turn'd at bay in the leafy gloom | A |
In the emerald gloom where the brook ran deep | S |
He heard in the distance the rollers boom | A |
And he saw In a vision of peaceful sleep | S |
In a wonderful vision of sleep | S |
A stag of warrant a stag a stag | D |
A runnable stag in a jewell'd bed | C |
Under the sheltering ocean dead | C |
A stag a runnable stag | D |
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So a fateful hope lit up his eye | T |
And he open'd his nostrils wide again | U |
And he toss'd his branching antlers high | T |
As he headed the hunt down the Charlock glen | U |
As he raced down the echoing glen | U |
For five miles more the stag the stag | D |
For twenty miles and five and five | R |
Not to be caught now dead or alive | R |
The stag the runnable stag | D |
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Three hundred gentleman able to ride | C |
Three hundred horses as gallant and free | V |
Beheld him escape on the evening tide | C |
Far out till he sank in the Severn Sea | V |
Till he sank in the depths of the sea | V |
The stag the buoyant stag the stag | D |
That slept at last in a jewell'd bed | C |
Under the sheltering ocean spread | C |
The stag the runnable stag | D |
John Davidson
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