The Comet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHGHIJKJ LMNMOPQP RJSJQTUT VWXWYZA2Z B2C2D2C2E2B2F2B2 G2H2LH2I2VJ2V K2SL2SM2N2VN2 PO2P2O2Q2R2IR2

The Comet He is on his wayA
And singing as he fliesB
The whizzing planets shrink beforeC
The spectre of the skiesB
Ah well may regal orbs burn blueD
And satellites turn paleE
Ten million cubic miles of headF
Ten billion leagues of tailE
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On on by whistling spheres of lightG
He flashes and he flamesH
He turns not to the left nor rightG
He asks them not their namesH
One spurn from his demoniac heelI
Away away they flyJ
Where darkness might be bottled upK
And sold for Tyrian dyeJ
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And what would happen to the landL
And how would look the seaM
If in the bearded devil s pathN
Our earth should chance to beM
Full hot and high the sea would boilO
Full red the forests gleamP
Methought I saw and heard it allQ
In a dyspeptic dreamP
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I saw a tutor take his tubeR
The Comet s course to spyJ
I heard a scream the gathered raysS
Had stewed the tutor s eyeJ
I saw a fort the soldiers allQ
Were armed with goggles greenT
Pop cracked the guns whiz flew the ballsU
Bang went the magazineT
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I saw a poet dip a scrollV
Each moment in a tubW
I read upon the warping backX
The Dream of BeelzebubW
He could not see his verses burnY
Although his brain was friedZ
And ever and anon he bentA2
To wet them as they driedZ
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I saw the scalding pitch roll downB2
The crackling sweating pinesC2
And streams of smoke like water spoutsD2
Burst through the rumbling minesC2
I asked the firemen why they madeE2
Such noise about the townB2
They answered not but all the whileF2
The brakes went up and downB2
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I saw a roasting pullet sitG2
Upon a baking eggH2
I saw a cripple scorch his handL
Extinguishing his legH2
I saw nine geese upon the wingI2
Towards the frozen poleV
And every mother s gosling fellJ2
Crisped to a crackling coalV
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I saw the ox that browsed the grassK2
Writhe in the blistering raysS
The herbage in his shrinking jawsL2
Was all a fiery blazeS
I saw huge fishes boiled to ragsM2
Bob through the bubbling brineN2
And thoughts of supper crossed my soulV
I had been rash at mineN2
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Strange sights strange sounds Oh fearful dreamP
Its memory haunts me stillO2
The steaming sea the crimson glareP2
That wreathed each wooded hillO2
Stranger if through thy reeling brainQ2
Such midnight visions sweepR2
Spare spare oh spare thine evening mealI
And sweet shall be thy sleepR2

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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