The Last Hockey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBBDEFBGHIBA BEJKLBAMBNOABBPK QRASAETBUVWXVAY BZMVABAA2VAVNVVBBB2V QBZVV AC2BBVGD2 E2BF2VG2 MVC2H2D2 VAI2C2 J2VVAVVK2BVB BL2 BJ2VM2After A T | A |
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So for the last great Hockey of the Hills | B |
Damsel v Dame by ruder cynics called | C |
The Tournament of the Dead Dignities | B |
We gained the lists and I thro' humorous lens | B |
Perused the revels Here on autumn grass | B |
Leapt the lithe elbowed Spin and strongly merged | D |
In scrimmage with the comfortable Wife | E |
And temporary Widow know you not | F |
Such trifles are the merest commonplace | B |
In loftier contours Twenty two in all | G |
They numbered and none other trod the field | H |
Save one the bold Sir Referee whose charge | I |
It was to keep fair order in the lists | B |
And peace 'twixt Dame and Damsel married he | A |
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O brothers had ye seen them O the games | B |
Fleet footed some lightly they leapt and drave | E |
Or missed the pellet then perchance would turn | J |
With hand that sought their tresses Others moved | K |
Careless in half disdain nor urged pursuit | L |
Yet ever and anon would shriek and miss | B |
The pellet while the bold Sir Referee | A |
Skipt in avoidance From the factions came | M |
The cry of voices shrilling woman wise | B |
The clash of stick on stick the muffled shin | N |
The sudden whistle and the murmurous note | O |
Of mutual disaffection Otherwhere | A |
The myriad coolie chortled knightly palms | B |
Clapped and the whole vale echoed to the noise | B |
Of ladies who in session to the West | P |
Sat with the light behind them self approved | K |
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Fortune with equal favour poised the scale | Q |
And loudlier rang the trouble till I heard | R |
'A Susan Ho A Susan ' She oh she | A |
One whom myself had picked from out the crowd | S |
Of hot girl athletes with their tousled hair | A |
Was on the ball Deftly she smote and drave | E |
On and so paddled swiftly in its wake | T |
The good ash gleamed and fell the forward ranks | B |
Gave passage once again she smote again | U |
Paddled nor passed but paddling ever neared | V |
The mournful guardian of the Sacred Goal | W |
Hewing and hacking Little need to tell | X |
Of Susan in her glory whom she smote | V |
She felled and whom she shocked she overthrew | A |
And shrieking passed exultant to her doom | Y |
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For Susan while she clove a devious course | B |
Moved crab like in a strange diagonal | Z |
And driving crossed the frontiers Thither came | M |
The bold Sir Referee and shrilled abroad | V |
The tremulous momentary 'touch ' But she | A |
Heaving with unaccustomed exercise | B |
Blinded and baffled wild with all despair | A |
Stood sweeping as a churl that sweeps the scythe | A2 |
In earlier pastures Twice he skipped and poured | V |
The desperate whistle Once again and he | A |
Skipping diffused the whistle But at last | V |
So shrewd a blow she dealt him on the shin | N |
That had he stood reverse wise on his head | V |
Not on his feet I know not what had chanced | V |
Then to the shuddering Orient skies there rose | B |
A marvellous great shriek the splintering noise | B |
Of shattered ash plant and of battered shank | B2 |
Mixed with a higher For Susan overwrought | V |
Lost footing and with one clear dolorous wail | Q |
Fell headlong only more so And I saw | B |
Clothed in black stockings mystic wonderful | Z |
That which I saw The coolies yelled The crowd | V |
Closed round and so the tourney reached an end | V |
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Then home they bore the bold Sir Referee | A |
In Susan's litter and they tended him | C2 |
With curious tendance and they drowned his views | B |
On Susan and the tourney and the place | B |
Whither he'd see them ere again he ruled | V |
Such functions with a sweet small song I call | G |
It sweet that should not This is how it ran | D2 |
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'Our Referee has fall'n has fall'n The stick | E2 |
The little stick he leapt at in the lists | B |
Has riven and cleft the bark and raised a bulk | F2 |
Of crescent span that spreads on every side | V |
A thousand hues all flushing into one | G2 |
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'Our Referee has fall'n has fall'n She came | M |
The woman with her ash and lo the wound | V |
But we will make a bandage for the limb | C2 |
And swathe it heel to knee with splints and wool | H2 |
And embrocations for the hurts of man | D2 |
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'Our Referee has fall'n has fall'n he wailed | V |
With our own ears we heard him and we knew | A |
There dwelt an iron nature in the grain | I2 |
The splintering ash was cloven on his limb | C2 |
His limb was battered to the cannon bone ' | - |
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So passed that stout but choleric knight away | J2 |
And we by certain wandering instincts led | V |
Made for a small pavilion where we found | V |
Viands and what not and the thirsty flower | A |
Of mountain knighthood gathered at the board | V |
And entering here we lingered and discussed | V |
The what not and the viands and in time | K2 |
Drew to the tourney giving each his views | B |
But mostly wondering what the coolies thought | V |
To see these ladies of the Ruling Race | B |
'Yoked in all exercise of noble end ' | - |
And Public Exhibition Was it wise | B |
Some questioned others was it quite the thing | L2 |
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And here indeed we left it for the shades | B |
Deepened the high swift narrowing crest of day | J2 |
Brake from the hills and down the path we went | V |
Well pleased for it was guest night at the Club | M2 |
John Kendall (dum-dum)
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