Fox-hunting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDBDB EFEFGHGH IJKJLJLJ MNMJAOAO HJHJPBPB QAQABBBB RHRHSTSJTHE FOX MEDITATES | A |
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When Samson set my brush afire | B |
To spoil the Timnites barley | C |
I made my point for Leicestershire | B |
And left Philistia early | C |
Through Gath and Rankesborough Gorse I fled | D |
And took the Coplow Road sir | B |
And was a Gentleman in Red | D |
When all the Quorn wore woad sir | B |
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When Rome lay massed on Hadrian's Wall | E |
And nothing much was doing | F |
Her bored Centurions heard my call | E |
O' nights when I went wooing | F |
They raised a pack they ran it well | G |
For I was there to run 'em | H |
From Aesica to Carter Fell | G |
And down North Tyne to Hunnum | H |
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When William landed hot for blood | I |
And Harold's hosts were smitten | J |
I lay at earth in Battle Wood | K |
While Domesday Book was written | J |
Whatever harm he did to man | L |
I owe him pure affection | J |
For in his righteous reign began | L |
The first of Game Protection | J |
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When Charles my namesake lost his mask | M |
And Oliver dropped his'n | N |
I found those Northern Squires a task | M |
To keep 'em out of prison | J |
In boots as big as milking pails | A |
With holsters on the pommel | O |
They chevied me across the Dales | A |
Instead of fighting Cromwell | O |
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When thrifty Walpole took the helm | H |
And hedging came in fashion | J |
The March of Progress gave my realm | H |
Enclosure and Plantation | J |
'Twas then to soothe their discontent | P |
I showed each pounded Master | B |
However fast the Commons went | P |
I went a little faster | B |
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When Pigg and Jorrocks held the stage | Q |
And Steam had linked the Shires | A |
I broke the staid Victorian age | Q |
To posts and rails and wires | A |
Then fifty mile was none too far | B |
To go by train to cover | B |
Till some dam' sutler pupped a car | B |
And decent sport was over | B |
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When men grew shy of hunting stag | R |
For fear the Law might try 'em | H |
The Car put up an average bag | R |
Of twenty dead per diem | H |
Then every road was made a rink | S |
For Coroners to sit on | T |
And so began in skid and stink | S |
The real blood sport of Britain | J |
Rudyard Kipling
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