Nationality In Drinks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDD A EFEFDD GHGHIIHJHJJHHKKK FFLMNNOOCCHHKK| I | A |
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| My heart sank with our Claret flask | B |
| Just now beneath the heavy sedges | C |
| That serve this Pond's black face for mask | B |
| And still at yonder broken edges | C |
| O' the hole where up the bubbles glisten | D |
| After my heart I look and listen | D |
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| II | A |
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| Our laughing little flask compelled | E |
| Thro' depth to depth more bleak and shady | F |
| As when both arms beside her held | E |
| Feet straightened out some gay French lady | F |
| Is caught up from life's light and motion | D |
| And dropped into death's silent ocean | D |
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| Up jumped Tokay on our table | G |
| Like a pygmy castle warder | H |
| Dwarfish to see but stout and able | G |
| Arms and accoutrements all in order | H |
| And fierce he looked North then wheeling South | I |
| Blew with his bugle a challenge to Drouth | I |
| Cocked his flap hat with the tosspot feather | H |
| Twisted his thumb in his red moustache | J |
| Jingled his huge brass spurs together | H |
| Tightened his waist with its Buda sash | J |
| And then with an impudence nought could abash | J |
| Shrugged his hump shoulder to tell the beholder | H |
| For twenty such knaves he should laugh but the bolder | H |
| And so with his sword hilt gallantly jutting | K |
| And dexter hand on his haunch abutting | K |
| Went the little man Sir Ausbruch strutting | K |
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| Here's to Nelson's memory | F |
| 'Tis the second time that I at sea | F |
| Right off Cape Trafalgar here | L |
| Have drunk it deep in British Beer | M |
| Nelson for ever any time | N |
| Am I his to command in prose or rhyme | N |
| Give me of Nelson only a touch | O |
| And I save it be it little or much | O |
| Here's one our Captain gives and so | C |
| Down at the word by George shall it go | C |
| He says that at Greenwich they point the beholder | H |
| To Nelson's coat still with tar on the shoulder | H |
| For he used to lean with one shoulder digging | K |
| Jigging as it were and zig zag zigging | K |
| Up against the mizen rigging '' | - |
Robert Browning
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