The Hunter And His Dying Steed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEDFGHG IJKJLMNM OPDPQRSR TUCUOGEG VWXWVYVY ZA2VA2B2VC2V| Wo worth the chase Wo worth the day | A |
| That cost thy life my gallant grey Scott | B |
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| The Hunter stooped o er his dying steed | C |
| With sad dejected mien | D |
| And softly stroked its glossy neck | E |
| Lustrous as silken sheen | D |
| With iron will and nerve of steel | F |
| And pale lips tight compressed | G |
| He kept the tears from eyes that long | H |
| Were strange to such a guest | G |
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| Thou rt dying now my faithful one | I |
| Alas tis easy known | J |
| Thy neck would arch beneath my touch | K |
| Thou dst brighten at my tone | J |
| But turn not thus thy restless eyes | L |
| Upon my saddened brow | M |
| Nor look with such imploring gaze | N |
| I cannot help thee now | M |
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| No more we ll bound o er dew gemmed sward | O |
| At break of summer morn | P |
| Or follow on through forests green | D |
| The hunter s merry horn | P |
| No more we ll brave the rapid stream | Q |
| Nor battle with the tide | R |
| Nor cross the slipp ry mountain path | S |
| As we were wont to ride | R |
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| Oh we have travelled many miles | T |
| And dangers have we braved | U |
| And more than once thy matchless speed | C |
| Thy master s life hath saved | U |
| And many nights the forest sward | O |
| Has been the couch we ve pressed | G |
| Where pillowed on thy glossy neck | E |
| Most sweet has been my rest | G |
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| How often too I we shared with thee | V |
| The hunter s scanty fare | W |
| To see thee suffer want or pain | X |
| Mute friend I could not bear | W |
| And now thou best in agony | V |
| As if thy heart would burst | Y |
| And I what can I do for thee | V |
| Save slake thy burning thirst | Y |
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| That parting sob that failing glance | Z |
| The pains of death are past | A2 |
| Thy glazing eyes still turned on me | V |
| With love unto the last | A2 |
| Well may my tears o er thy cold form | B2 |
| My steed flow fast and free | V |
| For oh I have had many friends | C2 |
| Yet none so true as thee | V |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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