The Double-headed Snake Of Newbury Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGG HHIIJJKKLLMMNHJJOOPP MMQQRR SSTUVVWWIIXXYY ZZA2A2A2B2B2C2C2D2D2 E2E2AAA2A2A2 JJF2F2F2B2B2PPG2G2H2 H2I2I2 J2J2J2K2K2B2B2GGJ2Far away in the twilight time | A |
Of every people in every clime | A |
Dragons and griffins and monsters dire | B |
Born of water and air and fire | C |
Or nursed like the Python in the mud | D |
And ooze of the old Deucalion flood | D |
Crawl and wriggle and foam with rage | E |
Through dusk tradition and ballad age | E |
So from the childhood of Newbury town | F |
And its time of fable the tale comes down | F |
Of a terror which haunted bush and brake | G |
The Amphisbaena the Double Snake | G |
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Thou who makest the tale thy mirth | H |
Consider that strip of Christian earth | H |
On the desolate shore of a sailless sea | I |
Full of terror and mystery | I |
Half redeemed from the evil hold | J |
Of the wood so dreary and dark and old | J |
Which drank with its lips of leaves the dew | K |
When Time was young and the world was new | K |
And wove its shadows with sun and moon | L |
Ere the stones of Cheops were squared and hewn | L |
Think of the sea's dread monotone | M |
Of the mournful wail from the pine wood blown | M |
Of the strange vast splendors that lit the North | N |
Of the troubled throes of the quaking earth | H |
And the dismal tales the Indian told | J |
Till the settler's heart at his hearth grew cold | J |
And he shrank from the tawny wizard boasts | O |
And the hovering shadows seemed full of ghosts | O |
And above below and on every side | P |
The fear of his creed seemed verified | P |
And think if his lot were now thine own | M |
To grope with terrors nor named nor known | M |
How laxer muscle and weaker nerve | Q |
And a feebler faith thy need might serve | Q |
And own to thyself the wonder more | R |
That the snake had two heads and not a score | R |
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Whether he lurked in the Oldtown fen | S |
Or the gray earth flax of the Devil's Den | S |
Or swam in the wooded Artichoke | T |
Or coiled by the Northman's Written Rock | U |
Nothing on record is left to show | V |
Only the fact that be lived we know | V |
And left the cast of a double head | W |
In the scaly mask which he yearly shed | W |
For he carried a head where his tail should be | I |
And the two of course could never agree | I |
But wriggled about with main and might | X |
Now to the left and now to the right | X |
Pulling and twisting this way and that | Y |
Neither knew what the other was at | Y |
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A snake with two beads lurking so near | Z |
Judge of the wonder guess at the fear | Z |
Think what ancient gossips might say | A2 |
Shaking their heads in their dreary way | A2 |
Between the meetings on Sabbath day | A2 |
How urchins searching at day's decline | B2 |
The Common Pasture for sheep or kine | B2 |
The terrible double ganger heard | C2 |
In leafy rustle or whir of bird | C2 |
Think what a zest it gave to the sport | D2 |
In berry time of the younger sort | D2 |
As over pastures blackberry twined | E2 |
Reuben and Dorothy lagged behind | E2 |
And closer and closer for fear of harm | A |
The maiden clung to her lover's arm | A |
And how the spark who was forced to stay | A2 |
By his sweetheart's fears till the break of day | A2 |
Thanked the snake for the fond delay | A2 |
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Far and wide the tale was told | J |
Like a snowball growing while it rolled | J |
The nurse hushed with it the baby's cry | F2 |
And it served in the worthy minister's eye | F2 |
To paint the primitive serpent by | F2 |
Cotton Mather came galloping down | B2 |
All the way to Newbury town | B2 |
With his eyes agog and his ears set wide | P |
And his marvellous inkhorn at his side | P |
Stirring the while in the shallow pool | G2 |
Of his brains for the lore he learned at school | G2 |
To garnish the story with here a streak | H2 |
Of Latin and there another of Greek | H2 |
And the tales he heard and the notes he took | I2 |
Behold are they not in his Wonder Book | I2 |
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Stories like dragons are hard to kill | J2 |
If the snake does not the tale runs still | J2 |
In Byfield Meadows on Pipestave Hill | J2 |
And still whenever husband and wife | K2 |
Publish the shame of their daily strife | K2 |
And with mad cross purpose tug and strain | B2 |
At either end of the marriage chain | B2 |
The gossips say with a knowing shake | G |
Of their gray heads 'Look at the Double Snake | G |
One in body and two in will | J2 |
The Amphisbaena is living still ' | - |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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