Phantasmagoria Canto Vi ( Dyscomfyture ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD EFEGF HIHHI JKJJL MNMMN OPOOP Q QQR SBSSB TUTTT VUVVT WTWTT XUXXU LMLKM YUYYU TUTTT WZWTZ TTTTT TXTTX TTTTA2 TUTTU B2UB2B2U C2D2C2C2 TE2TTF2| As one who strives a hill to climb | A |
| Who never climbed before | B |
| Who finds it in a little time | A |
| Grow every moment less sublime | A |
| And votes the thing a bore | B |
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| Yet having once begun to try | C |
| Dares not desert his quest | D |
| But climbing ever keeps his eye | C |
| On one small hut against the sky | C |
| Wherein he hopes to rest | D |
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| Who climbs till nerve and force are spent | E |
| With many a puff and pant | F |
| Who still as rises the ascent | E |
| In language grows more violent | G |
| Although in breath more scant | F |
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| Who climbing gains at length the place | H |
| That crowns the upward track | I |
| And entering with unsteady pace | H |
| Receives a buffet in the face | H |
| That lands him on his back | I |
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| And feels himself like one in sleep | J |
| Glide swiftly down again | K |
| A helpless weight from steep to steep | J |
| Till with a headlong giddy sweep | J |
| He drops upon the plain | L |
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| So I that had resolved to bring | M |
| Conviction to a ghost | N |
| And found it quite a different thing | M |
| From any human arguing | M |
| Yet dared not quit my post | N |
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| But keeping still the end in view | O |
| To which I hoped to come | P |
| I strove to prove the matter true | O |
| By putting everything I knew | O |
| Into an axiom | P |
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| Commencing every single phrase | Q |
| With 'therefore' or 'because ' | - |
| I blindly reeled a hundred ways | Q |
| About the syllogistic maze | Q |
| Unconscious where I was | R |
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| Quoth he quot That's regular clap trap | S |
| Don't bluster any more | B |
| Now DO be cool and take a nap | S |
| Such a ridiculous old chap | S |
| Was never seen before | B |
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| quot You're like a man I used to meet | T |
| Who got one day so furious | U |
| In arguing the simple heat | T |
| Scorched both his slippers off his feet quot | T |
| I said quot THAT'S VERY CURIOUS quot | T |
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| quot Well it IS curious I agree | V |
| And sounds perhaps like fibs | U |
| But still it's true as true can be | V |
| As sure as your name's Tibbs quot said he | V |
| I said quot My name's NOT Tibbs quot | T |
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| quot NOT Tibbs quot he cried his tone became | W |
| A shade or two less hearty | T |
| quot Why no quot said I quot My proper name | W |
| Is Tibbets quot quot Tibbets quot quot Aye the same quot | T |
| quot Why then YOU'RE NOT THE PARTY quot | T |
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| With that he struck the board a blow | X |
| That shivered half the glasses | U |
| quot Why couldn't you have told me so | X |
| Three quarters of an hour ago | X |
| You prince of all the asses | U |
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| quot To walk four miles through mud and rain | L |
| To spend the night in smoking | M |
| And then to find that it's in vain | L |
| And I've to do it all again | K |
| It's really TOO provoking | M |
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| quot Don't talk quot he cried as I began | Y |
| To mutter some excuse | U |
| quot Who can have patience with a man | Y |
| That's got no more discretion than | Y |
| An idiotic goose | U |
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| quot To keep me waiting here instead | T |
| Of telling me at once | U |
| That this was not the house quot he said | T |
| quot There that'll do be off to bed | T |
| Don't gape like that you dunce quot | T |
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| quot It's very fine to throw the blame | W |
| On ME in such a fashion | Z |
| Why didn't you enquire my name | W |
| The very minute that you came quot | T |
| I answered in a passion | Z |
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| quot Of course it worries you a bit | T |
| To come so far on foot | T |
| But how was I to blame for it quot | T |
| quot Well well quot said he quot I must admit | T |
| That isn't badly put | T |
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| quot And certainly you've given me | T |
| The best of wine and victual | X |
| Excuse my violence quot said he | T |
| quot But accidents like this you see | T |
| They put one out a little | X |
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| quot 'Twas MY fault after all I find | T |
| Shake hands old Turnip top quot | T |
| The name was hardly to my mind | T |
| But as no doubt he meant it kind | T |
| I let the matter drop | A2 |
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| quot Good night old Turnip top good night | T |
| When I am gone perhaps | U |
| They'll send you some inferior Sprite | T |
| Who'll keep you in a constant fright | T |
| And spoil your soundest naps | U |
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| quot Tell him you'll stand no sort of trick | B2 |
| Then if he leers and chuckles | U |
| You just be handy with a stick | B2 |
| Mind that it's pretty hard and thick | B2 |
| And rap him on the knuckles | U |
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| quot Then carelessly remark 'Old coon | C2 |
| Perhaps you're not aware | D2 |
| That if you don't behave you'll soon | C2 |
| Be chuckling to another tune | C2 |
| And so you'd best take care ' | - |
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| quot That's the right way to cure a Sprite | T |
| Of such like goings on | E2 |
| But gracious me It's getting light | T |
| Good night old Turnip top good night quot | T |
| A nod and he was gone | F2 |
Lewis Carroll
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