Fit The Second ( Hunting Of The Snark ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE FGHG IJKJ LMNM OPLL QLQL RLLL LSLS TUTU LALA SSSS SVSV SWSW XSVS LYLY DSDS LNLN SLSL LZLZ A2SA2S

The Bellman's SpeechA
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The Bellman himself they all praised to the skiesB
Such a carriage such ease and such graceC
Such solemnity too One could see he was wiseB
The moment one looked in his faceC
He had bought a large map representing the seaD
Without the least vestige of landE
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to beD
A map they could all understandE
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What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and EquatorsF
Tropics Zones and Meridian LinesG
So the Bellman would cry and the crew would replyH
They are merely conventional signsG
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Other maps are such shapes with their islands and capesI
But we've got our brave Captain to thankJ
So the crew would protest that he's bought us the bestK
A perfect and absolute blankJ
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This was charming no doubt but they shortly found outL
That the Captain they trusted so wellM
Had only one notion for crossing the oceanN
And that was to tingle his bellM
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He was thoughtful and grave but the orders he gaveO
Were enough to bewilder a crewP
When he cried Steer to starboard but keep her head larboardL
What on earth was the helmsman to doL
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Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimesQ
A thing as the Bellman remarkedL
That frequently happens in tropical climesQ
When a vessel is so to speak snarkedL
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But the principal failing occurred in the sailingR
And the Bellman perplexed and distressedL
Said he had hoped at least when the wind blew due EastL
That the ship would not travel due WestL
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But the danger was past they had landed at lastL
With their boxes portmanteaus and bagsS
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the viewL
Which consisted of chasms and cragsS
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The Bellman perceived that their spirits were lowT
And repeated in musical toneU
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woeT
But the crew would do nothing but groanU
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He served out some grog with a liberal handL
And bade them sit down on the beachA
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grandL
As he stood and delivered his speechA
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Friends Romans and countrymen lend me your earsS
They were all of them fond of quotationsS
So they drank to his health and they gave him three cheersS
While he served out additional rationsS
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We have sailed many months we have sailed many weeksS
Four weeks to the month you may markV
But never as yet 'tis your Captain who speaksS
Have we caught the least glimpse of a SnarkV
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We have sailed many weeks we have sailed many daysS
Seven days to the week I allowW
But a Snark on the which we might lovingly gazeS
We have never beheld till nowW
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Come listen my men while I tell you againX
The five unmistakable marksS
By which you may know wheresoever you goV
The warranted genuine SnarksS
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Let us take them in order The first is the tasteL
Which is meagre and hollow but crispY
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waistL
With a flavour of Will o' the WispY
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Its habit of getting up late you'll agreeD
That it carries too far when I sayS
That it frequently breakfasts at five o'clock teaD
And dines on the following dayS
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The third is its slowness in taking a jestL
Should you happen to venture on oneN
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressedL
And it always looks grave at a punN
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The fourth is its fondness for bathing machinesS
Which it constantly carries aboutL
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenesS
A sentiment open to doubtL
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The fifth is ambition It next will be rightL
To describe each particular batchZ
Distinguishing those that have feathers and biteL
From those that have whiskers and scratchZ
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For although common Snarks do no manner of harmA2
Yet I feel it my duty to sayS
Some are Boojums The Bellman broke off in alarmA2
For the Baker had fainted awayS

Lewis Carroll



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