The Old Man Of The Sea Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HBHB IJIJ KLKL M N OPOP QCQC RSRS TUTU VCVC BWBW

A NIGHTMARE DREAM BY DAYLIGHTA
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Do you know the Old Man of the Sea of the SeaB
Have you met with that dreadful old manC
If you have n't been caught you will be you will beB
For catch you he must and he canC
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He does n't hold on by your throat by your throatD
As of old in the terrible taleE
But he grapples you tight by the coat by the coatD
Till its buttons and button holes failE
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There's the charm of a snake in his eye in his eyeF
And a polypus grip in his handsG
You cannot go back nor get by nor get byF
If you look at the spot where he standsG
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Oh you're grabbed See his claw on your sleeve on your sleeveH
It is Sinbad's Old Man of the SeaB
You're a Christian no doubt you believe you believeH
You're a martyr whatever you beB
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Is the breakfast hour past They must wait they must waitI
While the coffee boils sullenly downJ
While the Johnny cake burns on the grate on the grateI
And the toast is done frightfully brownJ
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Yes your dinner will keep let it cool let it coolK
And Madam may worry and fretL
And children half starved go to school go to schoolK
He can't think of sparing you yetL
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Hark the bell for the train 'Come along Come alongM
For there is n't a second to lose '-
'ALL ABOARD ' He holds on 'Fsht I ding dong Fsht ding dong '-
You can follow on foot if you chooseN
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There's a maid with a cheek like a peach like a peachO
That is waiting for you in the churchP
But he clings to your side like a leech like a leechO
And you leave your lost bride in the lurchP
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There's a babe in a fit hurry quick hurry quickQ
To the doctor's as fast as you canC
The baby is off while you stick while you stickQ
In the grip of the dreadful Old ManC
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I have looked on the face of the Bore of the BoreR
The voice of the Simple I knowS
I have welcomed the Flat at my door at my doorR
I have sat by the side of the SlowS
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I have walked like a lamb by the friend by the friendT
That stuck to my skirts like a burU
I have borne the stale talk without end without endT
Of the sitter whom nothing could stirU
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But my hamstrings grow loose and I shake and I shakeV
At the sight of the dreadful Old ManC
Yea I quiver and quake and I take and I takeV
To my legs with what vigor I canC
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Oh the dreadful Old Man of the Sea of the SeaB
He's come back like the Wandering JewW
He has had his cold claw upon me upon meB
And be sure that he'll have it on youW

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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