Fit The Seventh ( Hunting Of The Snark ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE BFBF EGEG HIJI KLKL MNOP QRQR BSTS AOQO| The Banker's Fate | A |
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| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | B |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | C |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | B |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | C |
| And the Banker inspired with a courage so new | D |
| It was matter for general remark | E |
| Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view | D |
| In his zeal to discover the Snark | E |
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| But while he was seeking with thimbles and care | B |
| A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh | F |
| And grabbed at the Banker who shrieked in despair | B |
| For he knew it was useless to fly | F |
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| He offered large discount he offered a cheque | E |
| Drawn to bearer for seven pounds ten | G |
| But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck | E |
| And grabbed at the Banker again | G |
| - | |
| Without rest or pause while those frumious jaws | H |
| Went savagely snapping around | I |
| He skipped and he hopped and he floundered and flopped | J |
| Till fainting he fell to the ground | I |
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| The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared | K |
| Led on by that fear stricken yell | L |
| And the Bellman remarked It is just as I feared | K |
| And solemnly tolled on his bell | L |
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| He was black in the face and they scarcely could trace | M |
| The least likeness to what he had been | N |
| While so great was the fright that his waistcoat turned white | O |
| A wonderful thing to be seen | P |
| - | |
| To the horror of all who were present that day | Q |
| He uprose in full evening dress | R |
| And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say | Q |
| What his tongue could no longer express | R |
| - | |
| Down he sank in a chair ran his hands through his hair | B |
| And chanted in mimsiest tones | S |
| Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity | T |
| While he rattled a couple of bones | S |
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| Leave him here to his fate it is getting so late | A |
| The Bellman exclaimed in a fright | O |
| We have lost half a day Any further delay | Q |
| And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night | O |
Lewis Carroll
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