The Hunting Of The Snark Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| THE LANDING | B |
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| Just the place for a Snark the Bellman cried | C |
| As he landed his crew with care | D |
| Supporting each man on the top of the tide | C |
| By a finger entwined in his hair | D |
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| Just the place for a Snark I have said it twice | E |
| That alone should encourage the crew | F |
| Just the place for a Snark I have said it thrice | E |
| What i tell you three times is true | F |
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| The crew was complete it included a Boots | G |
| A maker of Bonnets and Hoods | H |
| A Barrister brought to arrange their disputes | G |
| And a Broker to value their goods | H |
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| A Billiard maker whose skill was immense | I |
| Might perhaps have won more than his share | D |
| But a Banker engaged at enormous expense | I |
| Had the whole of their cash in his care | D |
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| There was also a Beaver that paced on the deck | J |
| Or would sit making lace in the bow | K |
| And had often the Bellman said saved them from wreck | J |
| Though none of the sailors knew how | K |
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| There was one who was famed for the number of things | L |
| He forgot when he entered the ship | M |
| His umbrella his watch all his jewels and rings | L |
| And the clothes he had bought for the trip | M |
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| He had forty two boxes all carefully packed | N |
| With his name painted clearly on each | O |
| But since he omitted to mention the fact | N |
| They were all left behind on the beach | O |
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| The loss of his clothes hardly mattered because | P |
| He had seven coats on when he came | Q |
| With three pairs of boots but the worst of it was | R |
| He had wholly forgotten his name | Q |
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| He would answer to Hi or to any loud cry | S |
| Such as Fry me or Fritter my wig | T |
| To What you may call um or What was his name | Q |
| But especially Thing um a jig | T |
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| While for those who preferred a more forcible word | U |
| He had different names from these | V |
| His intimate friends called him Candle ends | W |
| And his enemies Toasted cheese | V |
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| His form in ungainly his intellect small | X |
| So the Bellman would often remark | Y |
| But his courage is perfect And that after all | X |
| Is the thing that one needs with a Snark | Y |
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| He would joke with hyenas returning their stare | D |
| With an impudent wag of the head | Z |
| And he once went a walk paw in paw with a bear | D |
| Just to keep up its spirits he said | Z |
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| He came as a Baker but owned when too late | A2 |
| And it drove the poor Bellman half mad | B2 |
| He could only bake Bridecake for which I may state | A2 |
| No materials were to be had | B2 |
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| The last of the crew needs especial remark | Y |
| Though he looked an incredible dunce | V |
| He had just one idea but that one being Snark | Y |
| The good Bellman engaged him at once | V |
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| He came as a Butcher but gravely declared | C2 |
| When the ship had been sailing a week | Y |
| He could only kill Beavers The Bellman looked scared | C2 |
| And was almost too frightened to speak | Y |
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| But at length he explained in a tremulous tone | D2 |
| There was only one Beaver on board | E2 |
| And that was a tame one he had of his own | D2 |
| Whose death would be deeply deplored | E2 |
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| The Beaver who happened to hear the remark | Y |
| Protested with tears in its eyes | V |
| That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark | Y |
| Could atone for that dismal surprise | V |
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| It strongly advised that the Butcher should be | F2 |
| Conveyed in a separate ship | M |
| But the Bellman declared that would never agree | F2 |
| With the plans he had made for the trip | M |
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| Navigation was always a difficult art | G2 |
| Though with only one ship and one bell | H2 |
| And he feared he must really decline for his part | G2 |
| Undertaking another as well | H2 |
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| The Beaver's best course was no doubt to procure | I2 |
| A second hand dagger proof coat | J2 |
| So the Baker advised it and next to insure | I2 |
| Its life in some Office of note | J2 |
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| This the Banker suggested and offered for hire | K2 |
| On moderate terms or for sale | L2 |
| Two excellent Policies one Against Fire | K2 |
| And one Against Damage From Hail | L2 |
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| Yet still ever after that sorrowful day | M2 |
| Whenever the Butcher was by | S |
| The Beaver kept looking the opposite way | M2 |
| And appeared unaccountably shy | S |
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| Fit the Second | N2 |
| THE BELLMAN'S SPEECH | O |
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| The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies | V |
| Such a carriage such ease and such grace | V |
| Such solemnity too One could see he was wise | V |
| The moment one looked in his face | V |
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| He had bought a large map representing the sea | F2 |
| Without the least vestige of land | O2 |
| And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be | F2 |
| A map they could all understand | O2 |
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| What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators | V |
| Tropics Zones and Meridian Lines | V |
| So the Bellman would cry and the crew would reply | S |
| They are merely conventional signs | V |
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| Other maps are such shapes with their islands and capes | V |
| But we've got our brave Captain to thank | Y |
| So the crew would protest that he's bought us the best | P2 |
| A perfect and absolute blank | Y |
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| This was charming no doubt but they shortly found out | Q2 |
| That the Captain they trusted so well | H2 |
| Had only one notion for crossing the ocean | R2 |
| And that was to tingle his bell | H2 |
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| He was thoughtful and grave but the orders he gave | S2 |
| Were enough to bewilder a crew | F |
| When he cried Steer to starboard but keep her head larboard | Q2 |
| What on earth was the helmsman to do | Q2 |
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| Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes | V |
| A thing as the Bellman remarked | Q2 |
| That frequently happens in tropical climes | V |
| When a vessel is so to speak snarked | Q2 |
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| But the principal failing occurred in the sailing | Y |
| And the Bellman perplexed and distressed | Q2 |
| Said he had hoped at least when the wind blew due East | Q2 |
| That the ship would not travel due West | Q2 |
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| But the danger was past they had landed at last | Q2 |
| With their boxes portmanteaus and bags | V |
| Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view | Q2 |
| Which consisted to chasms and crags | V |
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| The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low | T2 |
| And repeated in musical tone | D2 |
| Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe | T2 |
| But the crew would do nothing but groan | D2 |
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| He served out some grog with a liberal hand | Q2 |
| And bade them sit down on the beach | O |
| And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand | Q2 |
| As he stood and delivered his speech | O |
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| Friends Romans and countrymen lend me your ears | V |
| They were all of them fond of quotations | V |
| So they drank to his health and they gave him three cheers | V |
| While he served out additional rations | V |
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| We have sailed many months we have sailed many weeks | V |
| Four weeks to the month you may mark | Y |
| But never as yet 'tis your Captain who speaks | V |
| Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark | Y |
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| We have sailed many weeks we have sailed many days | V |
| Seven days to the week I allow | K |
| But a Snark on the which we might lovingly gaze | V |
| We have never beheld till now | K |
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| Come listen my men while I tell you again | U2 |
| The five unmistakable marks | V |
| By which you may know wheresoever you go | Y |
| The warranted genuine Snarks | V |
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| Let us take them in order The first is the taste | Q2 |
| Which is meager and hollow but crisp | V2 |
| Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist | Q2 |
| With a flavor of Will o the wisp | V2 |
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| Its habit of getting up late you'll agree | F2 |
| That it carries too far when I say | V |
| That it frequently breakfasts at five o'clock tea | F2 |
| And dines on the following day | V |
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| The third is its slowness in taking a jest | Q2 |
| Should you happen to venture on one | R2 |
| It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed | Q2 |
| And it always looks grave at a pun | R2 |
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| The fourth is its fondness for bathing machines | V |
| Which is constantly carries about | Q2 |
| And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes | V |
| A sentiment open to doubt | Q2 |
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| The fifth is ambition It next will be right | Q2 |
| To describe each particular batch | W2 |
| Distinguishing those that have feathers and bite | Q2 |
| And those that have whiskers and scratch | W2 |
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| For although common Snarks do no manner of harm | X2 |
| Yet I feel it my duty to say | V |
| Some are Boojums The Bellman broke off in alarm | X2 |
| For the Baker had fainted away | V |
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| Fit the Third | Q2 |
| THE BAKER'S TALE | L2 |
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| They roused him with muffins they roused him with ice | V |
| They roused him with mustard and cress | V |
| They roused him with jam and judicious advice | V |
| They set him conundrums to guess | V |
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| When at length he sat up and was able to speak | Y |
| His sad story he offered to tell | H2 |
| And the Bellman cried Silence Not even a shriek | Y |
| And excitedly tingled his bell | H2 |
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| There was silence supreme Not a shriek not a scream | Y2 |
| Scarcely even a howl or a groan | D2 |
| As the man they called Ho told his story of woe | Y |
| In an antediluvian tone | D2 |
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| My father and mother were honest though poor | Z2 |
| Skip all that cried the Bellman in haste | Q2 |
| If it once becomes dark there's no chance of a Snark | Y |
| We have hardly a minute to waste | Q2 |
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| I skip forty years said the Baker in tears | V |
| And proceed without further remark | Y |
| To the day when you took me aboard of your ship | M |
| To help you in hunting the Snark | Y |
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| A dear uncle of mine after whom I was named | Q2 |
| Remarked when I bade him farewell | H2 |
| Oh skip your dear uncle the Bellman exclaimed | Q2 |
| As he angrily tingled his bell | H2 |
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| He remarked to me then said that mildest of men | U2 |
| 'If your Snark be a Snark that is right | Q2 |
| Fetch it home by all means you may serve it with greens | V |
| And it's handy for striking a light | Q2 |
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| 'You may seek it with thimbles and seek it with care | D |
| You may hunt it with forks and hope | A3 |
| You may threaten its life with a railway share | D |
| You may charm it with smiles and soap ' | - |
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| That's exactly the method the Bellman bold | Q2 |
| In a hasty parenthesis cried | Q2 |
| That's exactly the way I have always been told | Q2 |
| That the capture of Snarks should be tried | Q2 |
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| 'But oh beamish nephew beware of the day | V |
| If your Snark be a Boojum For then | U2 |
| You will softly and suddenly vanish away | V |
| And never be met with again ' | - |
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| It is this it is this that oppresses my soul | B3 |
| When I think of my uncle's last words | V |
| And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl | B3 |
| Brimming over with quivering curds | V |
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| It is this it is this We have had that before | C3 |
| The Bellman indignantly said | Q2 |
| And the Baker replied Let me say it once more | C3 |
| It is this it is this that I dread | Q2 |
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| I engage with the Snark every night after dark | Y |
| In a dreamy delirious fight | Q2 |
| I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes | V |
| And I use it for striking a light | Q2 |
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| But if ever I meet with a Boojum that day | V |
| In a moment of this I am sure | I2 |
| I shall softly and suddenly vanish away | V |
| And the notion I cannot endure | I2 |
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| Fit the fourth | D3 |
| THE HUNTING | Y |
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| The Bellman looked uffish and wrinkled his brow | K |
| If only you'd spoken before | C3 |
| It's excessively awkward to mention it now | K |
| With the Snark so to speak at the door | C3 |
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| We should all of us grieve as you well may believe | E3 |
| If you never were met with again | U2 |
| But surely my man when the voyage began | F3 |
| You might have suggested it then | U2 |
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| It's excessively awkward to mention it now | K |
| As I think I've already remarked | Q2 |
| And the man they called Hi replied with a sigh | S |
| I informed you the day we embarked | Q2 |
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| You may charge me with murder or want of sense | V |
| We are all of us weak at times | V |
| But the slightest approach to a false pretense | V |
| Was never among my crimes | V |
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| I said it in Hebrew I said it in Dutch | G3 |
| I said it in German and Greek | Y |
| But I wholly forgot and it vexes me much | G3 |
| That English is what you speak | Y |
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| 'Tis a pitiful tale said the Bellman whose face | V |
| Had grown longer at every word | Q2 |
| But now that you've stated the whole of your case | V |
| More debate would be simply absurd | Q2 |
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| The rest of my speech he explained to his men | U2 |
| You shall hear when I've leisure to speak it | Q2 |
| But the Snark is at hand let me tell you again | U2 |
| 'Tis your glorious duty to seek it | Q2 |
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| To seek it with thimbles to seek it with care | D |
| To pursue it with forks and hope | A3 |
| To threaten its life with a railway share | D |
| To charm it with smiles and soap | A3 |
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| For the Snark's a peculiar creature that won't | Q2 |
| Be caught in a commonplace way | V |
| Do all that you know and try all that you don't | Q2 |
| Not a chance must be wasted to day | V |
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| For England expects I forbear to proceed | Q2 |
| 'Tis a maxim tremendous but trite | Q2 |
| And you'd best be unpacking the things that you need | Q2 |
| To rig yourselves out for the fight | Q2 |
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| Then the Banker endorsed a blank check which he crossed | Q2 |
| And changed his loose silver for notes | V |
| The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair | D |
| And shook the dust out of his coats | V |
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| The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade | Q2 |
| Each working the grindstone in turn | H3 |
| But the Beaver went on making lace and displayed | Q2 |
| No interest in the concern | H3 |
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| Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride | Q2 |
| And vainly proceeded to cite | Q2 |
| A number of cases in which making laces | V |
| Had been proved an infringement of right | Q2 |
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| The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned | Q2 |
| A novel arrangement of bows | V |
| While the Billiard marker with quivering hand | Q2 |
| Was chalking the tip of his nose | V |
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| But the Butcher turned nervous and dressed himself fine | I3 |
| With yellow kid gloves and a ruff | J3 |
| Said he felt it exactly like going to dine | I3 |
| Which the Bellman declared was all stuff | J3 |
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| Introduce me now there's a good fellow he said | Q2 |
| If we happen to meet it together | K2 |
| And the Bellman sagaciously nodding his head | Q2 |
| Said That must depend on the weather | K2 |
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| The Beaver went simply galumphing about | Q2 |
| At seeing the Butcher so shy | S |
| And even the Baker though stupid and stout | Q2 |
| Made an effort to wink with one eye | S |
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| Be a man said the Bellman in wrath as he heard | Q2 |
| The Butcher beginning to sob | K3 |
| Should we meet with a Jubjub that desperate bird | Q2 |
| We shall need all our strength for the job | K3 |
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| Fit the Fifth | L3 |
| THE BEAVER'S LESSON | R2 |
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| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | D |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | A3 |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | D |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | A3 |
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| Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan | F3 |
| For making a separate sally | F2 |
| And fixed on a spot unfrequented by man | F3 |
| A dismal and desolate valley | F2 |
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| But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred | Q2 |
| It had chosen the very same place | V |
| Yet neither betrayed by a sign or a word | Q2 |
| The disgust that appeared in his face | V |
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| Each thought he was thinking of nothing but Snark | Y |
| And the glorious work of the day | V |
| And each tried to pretend that he did not remark | Y |
| That the other was going that way | V |
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| But the valley grew narrow and narrower still | M3 |
| And the evening got darker and colder | K2 |
| Till merely from nervousness not from goodwill | M3 |
| They marched along shoulder to shoulder | K2 |
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| Then a scream shrill and high rent the shuddering sky | Y |
| And they knew that some danger was near | N3 |
| The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail | L2 |
| And even the Butcher felt queer | N3 |
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| He thought of his childhood left far far behind | Q2 |
| That blissful and innocent state | Q2 |
| The sound so exactly recalled to his mind | Q2 |
| A pencil that squeaks on a slate | Q2 |
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| 'Tis the voice of the Jubjub he suddenly cried | Q2 |
| This man that they used to call Dunce | V |
| As the Bellman would tell you he added with pride | Q2 |
| I have uttered that sentiment once | V |
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| 'Tis the note of the Jubjub Keep count I entreat | Q2 |
| You will find I have told it you twice | V |
| 'Tis the song of the Jubjub The proof is complete | Q2 |
| If only I've stated it thrice | V |
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| The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care | D |
| Attending to every word | Q2 |
| But it fairly lost heart and outgrabe in despair | D |
| When the third repetition occurred | Q2 |
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| It felt that in spite of all possible pains | V |
| It had somehow contrived to lose count | Q2 |
| And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains | V |
| By reckoning up the amount | Q2 |
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| Two added to one if that could but be done | R2 |
| It said with one's fingers and thumbs | V |
| Recollecting with tears how in earlier years | V |
| It had taken no pains with its sums | V |
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| The thing can be done said the Butcher I think | Y |
| The thing must be done I am sure | I2 |
| The thing shall be done Bring me paper and ink | Y |
| The best there is time to procure | I2 |
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| The Beaver brought paper portfolio pens | V |
| And ink in unfailing supplies | V |
| While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens | V |
| And watched them with wondering eyes | V |
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| So engrossed was the Butcher he heeded them not | Q2 |
| As he wrote with a pen in each hand | Q2 |
| And explained all the while in a popular style | O3 |
| Which the Beaver could well understand | Q2 |
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| Taking Three as the subject to reason about | Q2 |
| A convenient number to state | Q2 |
| We add Seven and Ten and then multiply out | Q2 |
| By One Thousand diminished by Eight | Q2 |
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| The result we proceed to divide as you see | V |
| By Nine Hundred and Ninety Two | Q2 |
| Then subtract Seventeen and the answer must be | V |
| Exactly and perfectly true | Q2 |
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| The method employed I would gladly explain | P3 |
| While I have it so clear in my head | Q2 |
| If I had but the time and you had but the brain | P3 |
| But much yet remains to be said | Q2 |
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| In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been | Q3 |
| Enveloped in absolute mystery | V |
| And without extra charge I will give you at large | R3 |
| A Lesson in Natural History | V |
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| In his genial way he proceeded to say | V |
| Forgetting all laws of propriety | V |
| And that giving instruction without introduction | R2 |
| Would have caused quite a thrill in Society | V |
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| As to temper the Jubjub's a desperate bird | Q2 |
| Since it lives in perpetual passion | R2 |
| Its taste in costume is entirely absurd | Q2 |
| It is ages ahead of the fashion | R2 |
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| But it knows any friend it has met once before | C3 |
| It never will look at a bride | Q2 |
| And in charity meetings it stands at the door | C3 |
| And collects though it does not subscribe | S3 |
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| Its flavor when cooked is more exquisite far | T3 |
| Than mutton or oysters or eggs | V |
| Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar | T3 |
| And some in mahogany kegs | V |
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| You boil it in sawdust you salt it in glue | Q2 |
| You condense it with locusts and tape | U3 |
| Still keeping one principal object in view | Q2 |
| To preserve its symmetrical shape | U3 |
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| The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day | V |
| But he felt that the lesson must end | Q2 |
| And he wept with delight in attempting to say | V |
| He considered the Beaver his friend | Q2 |
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| While the Beaver confessed with affectionate looks | V |
| More eloquent even than tears | V |
| It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books | V |
| Would have taught it in seventy years | V |
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| They returned hand in hand and the Bellman unmanned | Q2 |
| For a moment with noble emotion | R2 |
| Said This amply repays all the wearisome days | V |
| We have spent on the billowy ocean | R2 |
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| Such friends as the Beaver and Butcher became | Q |
| Have seldom if ever been known | D2 |
| In winter or summer 'twas always the same | Q |
| You could never meet either alone | D2 |
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| And when quarrels arose as one frequently finds | V |
| Quarrels will spite of every endeavor | K2 |
| The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds | V |
| And cemented their friendship for ever | K2 |
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| Fit the Sixth | V3 |
| THE BARRISTER'S DREAM | Y2 |
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| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | D |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | A3 |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | D |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | A3 |
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| But the Barrister weary of proving in vain | P3 |
| That the Beaver's lace making was wrong | Y |
| Fell asleep and in dreams saw the creature quite plain | P3 |
| That his fancy had dwelt on so long | Y |
| - | |
| He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court | Q2 |
| Where the Snark with a glass in its eye | Y |
| Dressed in gown bands and wig was defending a pig | Y |
| On the charge of deserting its sty | Y |
| - | |
| The Witnesses proved without error or flaw | W3 |
| That the sty was deserted when found | Q2 |
| And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law | W3 |
| In a soft under current of sound | Q2 |
| - | |
| The indictment had never been clearly expressed | Q2 |
| And it seemed that the Snark had begun | R2 |
| And had spoken three hours before any one guessed | Q2 |
| What the pig was supposed to have done | R2 |
| - | |
| The Jury had each formed a different view | Q2 |
| Long before the indictment was read | Q2 |
| And they all spoke at once so that none of them knew | Q2 |
| One word that the others had said | Q2 |
| - | |
| You must know said the Judge but the Snark exclaimed Fudge | X3 |
| That statute is obsolete quite | Q2 |
| Let me tell you my friends the whole question depends | V |
| On an ancient manorial right | Q2 |
| - | |
| In the matter of Treason the pig would appear | N3 |
| To have aided but scarcely abetted | Q2 |
| While the charge of Insolvency fails it is clear | N3 |
| If you grant the plea 'never indebted ' | - |
| - | |
| The fact of Desertion I will not dispute | Q2 |
| But its guilt as I trust is removed | Q2 |
| So far as related to the costs of this suit | Q2 |
| By the Alibi which has been proved | Q2 |
| - | |
| My poor client's fate now depends on you votes | V |
| Here the speaker sat down in his place | V |
| And directed the Judge to refer to his notes | V |
| And briefly to sum up the case | V |
| - | |
| But the Judge said he never had summed up before | C3 |
| So the Snark undertook it instead | Q2 |
| And summed it so well that it came to far more | C3 |
| Than the Witnesses ever had said | Q2 |
| - | |
| When the verdict was called for the Jury declined | Q2 |
| As the word was so puzzling to spell | H2 |
| But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn't mind | Q2 |
| Undertaking that duty as well | H2 |
| - | |
| So the Snark found the verdict although as it owned | Q2 |
| It was spent with the toils of the day | V |
| When it said the word GUILTY the Jury all groaned | Q2 |
| And some of them fainted away | V |
| - | |
| Then the Snark pronounced sentence the Judge being quite | Q2 |
| Too nervous to utter a word | Q2 |
| When it rose to its feet there was silence like night | Q2 |
| And the fall of a pin might be heard | Q2 |
| - | |
| Transportation for lift was the sentence it gave | S2 |
| - | |
| And then to be fined forty pound | Q2 |
| The Jury all cheered though the Judge said he feared | Q2 |
| That the phrase was not legally sound | Q2 |
| - | |
| But their wild exultation was suddenly checked | Q2 |
| When the jailer informed them with tears | V |
| Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect | Q2 |
| As the pig had been dead for some years | V |
| - | |
| The Judge left the Court looking deeply disgusted | Q2 |
| But the Snark though a little aghast | Q2 |
| As the lawyer to whom the defense was entrusted | Q2 |
| Went bellowing on to the last | Q2 |
| - | |
| Thus the Barrister dreamed while the bellowing seemed | Q2 |
| To grow every moment more clear | N3 |
| Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell | H2 |
| Which the Bellman rang close at his ear | Y3 |
| - | |
| - | |
| Fit the Seventh | Z3 |
| THE BANKER'S FATE | Q2 |
| - | |
| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | D |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | A3 |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | D |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | A3 |
| - | |
| And the Banker inspired with a courage so new | Q2 |
| It was matter for general remark | Y |
| Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view | Q2 |
| In his zeal to discover the Snark | Y |
| - | |
| But while he was seeking with thimbles and care | D |
| A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh | Y |
| And grabbed at the Banker who shrieked in despair | D |
| For he knew it was useless to fly | Y |
| - | |
| He offered large discount he offered a check | Y |
| Drawn to bearer for seven pounds ten | U2 |
| But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck | Y |
| And grabbed at the Banker again | U2 |
| - | |
| Without rest or pause while those frumious jaws | V |
| Went savagely snapping around | Q2 |
| He skipped and he hopped and he floundered and flopped | Q2 |
| Till fainting he fell to the ground | Q2 |
| - | |
| The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared | Q2 |
| Led on by that fear stricken yell | H2 |
| And the Bellman remarked It is just as I feared | Q2 |
| And solemnly tolled on his bell | H2 |
| - | |
| He was black in the face and they scarcely could trace | V |
| The least likeness to what he had been | Q3 |
| While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white | Q2 |
| A wonderful thing to be seen | A4 |
| - | |
| To the horror of all who were present that day | V |
| He uprose in full evening dress | V |
| And with senseless grimaces endeavored to say | V |
| What his tongue could no longer express | V |
| - | |
| Down he sank in a chair ran his hands through his hair | D |
| And chanted in mimsiest tones | V |
| Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity | V |
| While he rattled a couple of bones | V |
| - | |
| Leave him here to his fate it is getting so late | Q2 |
| The Bellman exclaimed in a fright | Q2 |
| We have lost half the day Any further delay | V |
| And we sha'nt catch a Snark before night | Q2 |
| - | |
| - | |
| Fit the Eighth | B4 |
| THE VANISHING | Y |
| - | |
| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | D |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | A3 |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | D |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | A3 |
| - | |
| They shuddered to think that the chase might fail | L2 |
| And the Beaver excited at last | Q2 |
| Went bounding along on the tip of its tail | L2 |
| For the daylight was nearly past | Q2 |
| - | |
| There is Thingumbob shouting the Bellman said | Q2 |
| He is shouting like mad only hark | Y |
| He is waving his hands he is wagging his head | Q2 |
| He has certainly found a Snark | Y |
| - | |
| They gazed in delight while the Butcher exclaimed | Q2 |
| He was always a desperate wag | Y |
| They beheld him their Baker their hero unnamed | Q2 |
| On the top of a neighboring crag | Y |
| - | |
| Erect and sublime for one moment of time | C4 |
| In the next that wild figure they saw | W3 |
| As if stung by a spasm plunge into a chasm | D4 |
| While they waited and listened in awe | E4 |
| - | |
| It's a Snark was the sound that first came to their ears | V |
| And seemed almost too good to be true | Q2 |
| Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers | V |
| Then the ominous words It's a Boo | Q2 |
| - | |
| Then silence Some fancied they heard in the air | D |
| A weary and wandering sigh | Y |
| Then sounded like jum but the others declare | D |
| It was only a breeze that went by | Y |
| - | |
| They hunted till darkness came on but they found | Q2 |
| Not a button or feather or mark | Y |
| By which they could tell that they stood on the ground | Q2 |
| Where the Baker had met with the Snark | Y |
| - | |
| In the midst of the word he was trying to say | V |
| In the midst of his laughter and glee | V |
| He had softly and suddenly vanished away | V |
| For the Snark was a Boojum you see | V |
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