Fit The Fourth - The Hunting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED AFGF HIII JKJK ILIL DMDM NONO PQRQ STST UINI VWVW XTIT YIYI ZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2 D2GD2G LE2LE2| The Bellman looked uffish and wrinkled his brow | A |
| If only you'd spoken before | B |
| It's excessively awkward to mention it now | A |
| With the Snark so to speak at the door | B |
| We should all of us grieve as you well may believe | C |
| If you never were met with again | D |
| But surely my man when the voyage began | E |
| You might have suggested it then | D |
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| It's excessively awkward to mention it now | A |
| As I think I've already remarked | F |
| And the man they called Hi replied with a sigh | G |
| I informed you the day we embarked | F |
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| You may charge me with murder or want of sense | H |
| We are all of us weak at times | I |
| But the slightest approach to a false pretence | I |
| Was never among my crimes | I |
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| I said it in Hebrew I said it in Dutch | J |
| I said it in German and Greek | K |
| But I wholly forgot and it vexes me much | J |
| That English is what you speak | K |
| - | |
| 'Tis a pitiful tale said the Bellman whose face | I |
| Had grown longer at every word | L |
| But now that you've stated the whole of your case | I |
| More debate would be simply absurd | L |
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| The rest of my speech he exclaimed to his men | D |
| You shall hear when I've leisure to speak it | M |
| But the Snark is at hand let me tell you again | D |
| 'Tis your glorious duty to seek it | M |
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| To seek it with thimbles to seek it with care | N |
| To pursue it with forks and hope | O |
| To threaten its life with a railway share | N |
| To charm it with smiles and soap | O |
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| For the Snark's a peculiar creature that wo'n't | P |
| Be caught in a commonplace way | Q |
| Do all that you know and try all that you don't | R |
| Not a chance must be wasted to day | Q |
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| For England expects I forbear to proceed | S |
| 'Tis a maxim tremendous but trite | T |
| And you'd best be unpacking the things that you need | S |
| To rig yourselves out for the fight | T |
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| Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque which he crossed | U |
| And changed his loose silver for notes | I |
| The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair | N |
| And shook the dust out of his coats | I |
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| The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade | V |
| Each working the grindstone in turn | W |
| But the Beaver went on making lace and displayed | V |
| No interest in the concern | W |
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| Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride | X |
| And vainly proceeded to cite | T |
| A number of cases in which making laces | I |
| Had proved an infringement of right | T |
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| The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned | Y |
| A novel arrangement of bows | I |
| While the Billiard marker with quivering hand | Y |
| Was chalking the tip of his nose | I |
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| But the Butcher turned nervous and dressed himself fine | Z |
| With yellow kid gloves and a ruff | A2 |
| Said he felt it exactly like going to dine | Z |
| Which the Bellman declared was all stuff | A2 |
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| Introduce me now there's a good fellow he said | B2 |
| If we happen to meet it together | C2 |
| And the Bellman sagaciously nodding his head | B2 |
| Said That must depend on the weather | C2 |
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| The Beaver went simply galumphing about | D2 |
| At seeing the Butcher so shy | G |
| And even the Baker though stupid and stout | D2 |
| Made an effort to wink with one eye | G |
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| Be a man said the Bellman in wrath as he heard | L |
| The Butcher beginning to sob | E2 |
| Should we meet with a Jubjub that desperate bird | L |
| We shall need all our strength for the job | E2 |
Lewis Carroll
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