Ode To Captain Paery Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCDDC EEFGGF HHIJJI KKLMML M NNOPPO QQPRRP SSPTTP QQGPPG P UUVWWV P XXYZZY P A2A2VB2B2V P C2C2D2PPP P E2E2F2DDF2 PP G2G2 PPPH2H2P PPOPPI2 IIJ2 J2 K2K2PL2L2P P PPPVVP P A2A2D2VVD2 P PPM2VVM2 P N2N2O2IIO2 P P2P2P P PPDFFD E2E2PQ2Q2P GGR2PPR2 DDPL2L2P IIJ2PPJ2 P QK2LVVL P K2K2IK2K2I P K2K2PS2S2P P K2K2R2K2K2IK2R2| 'By the North Pole I do challenge thee ' | A |
| From 'Love's Labour's Lost ' | A |
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| Paery my man has thy brave leg | B |
| Yet struck its foot against the peg | B |
| On which the world is spun | C |
| Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare | D |
| Writ by the hand of Nature there | D |
| Where man has never run | C |
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| Hast thou yet traced the Great Unknown | E |
| Of channels in the Frozen Zone | E |
| Or held at Icy Bay | F |
| Hast thou still miss'd the proper track | G |
| For homeward Indian men that lack | G |
| A bracing by the way | F |
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| III | - |
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| Still hast thou wasted toil and trouble | H |
| On nothing but the North Sea Bubble | H |
| Of geographic scholar | I |
| Or found new ways for ships to shape | J |
| Instead of winding round the Cape | J |
| A short cut thro' the collar | I |
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| Hast found the way that sighs were sent to | K |
| The Pole tho' God knows whom they went to | K |
| That track reveal'd to Pope | L |
| Or if the Arctic waters sally | M |
| Or terminate in some blind alley | M |
| A chilly path to grope | L |
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| V | M |
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| Alas tho' Ross in love with snows | N |
| Has painted them couleur de rose | N |
| It is a dismal doom | O |
| As Clauclio saith to Winter thrice | P |
| 'In regions of thick ribbed ice' | P |
| All bright and yet all gloom | O |
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| 'Tis well for Gheber souls that sit | Q |
| Before the fire and worship it | Q |
| With pecks of Wallsend coals | P |
| With feet upon the fender's front | R |
| Roasting their corns like Mr Hunt | R |
| To speculate on poles | P |
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| 'Tis easy for our Naval Board | S |
| 'Tis easy for our Civic Lord | S |
| Of London and of ease | P |
| That lies in ninety feet of down | T |
| With fur on his nocturnal gown | T |
| To talk of Frozen Seas | P |
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| VIII | - |
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| 'Tis fine for Monsieur Ude to sit | Q |
| And prate about the mundane spit | Q |
| And babble of Cook's track | G |
| He'd roast the leather off his toes | P |
| Ere he would trudge thro' polar snows | P |
| To plant a British Jack | G |
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| IX | P |
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| Oh not the proud licentious great | U |
| That travel on a carpet skate | U |
| Can value toils like thine | V |
| What 'tis to take a Hecla range | W |
| Through ice unknown to Mrs Grange | W |
| And alpine lumps of brine | V |
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| X | P |
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| But we that mount the Hill o' Rhyme | X |
| Can tell how hard it is to climb | X |
| The lofty slippery steep | Y |
| Ah there are more Snow Hills than that | Z |
| Which doth black Newgate like a hat | Z |
| Upon its forehead keep | Y |
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| XI | P |
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| Perchance thou'rt now while I am writing | A2 |
| Feeling a bear's wet grinder biting | A2 |
| About thy frozen spine | V |
| Or thou thyself art eating whale | B2 |
| Oily and underdone and stale | B2 |
| That haply cross'd thy line | V |
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| XII | P |
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| But I'll not dream such dreams of ill | C2 |
| Rather will I believe thee still | C2 |
| Safe cellar'd in the snow | D2 |
| Reciting many a gallant story | P |
| Of British kings and British glory | P |
| To crony Esquimaux | P |
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| XIII | P |
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| Cheering that dismal game where Night | E2 |
| Makes one slow move from black to white | E2 |
| Thro' all the tedious year | F2 |
| Or smitten by some fond frost fair | D |
| That comb'd out crystals from her hair | D |
| Wooing a seal skin dear | F2 |
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| XIV | - |
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| So much a long communion tends | P |
| As Byron says to make us friends | P |
| With what we daily view | - |
| God knows the daintiest taste may come | G2 |
| To love a nose that's like a plum | G2 |
| In marble cold and blue | - |
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| To dote on hair an oily fleece | P |
| As tho' it hung from Helen o' Greece | P |
| They say that love prevails | P |
| Ev'n in the veriest polar land | H2 |
| And surely she may steal thy hand | H2 |
| That used to steal thy nails | P |
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| XVI | - |
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| But ah ere thou art fixed to marry | P |
| And take a polar Mrs Parry | P |
| Think of a six months' gloom | O |
| Think of the wintry waste and hers | P |
| Each furnish'd with a dozen furs | P |
| Think of thine icy dome | I2 |
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| Think of the children born to blubber | I |
| Ah me hast thou an Indian rubber | I |
| Inside to hold a meal | J2 |
| For months about a stone and half | - |
| Of whale and part of a sea calf | - |
| A fillet of salt veal | J2 |
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| XVIII | - |
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| Some walrus ham no trifle but | K2 |
| A decent steak a solid cut | K2 |
| Of seal no wafer slice | P |
| A reindeer's tongue and drink beside | L2 |
| Gallons of sperm not rectified | L2 |
| And pails of water ice | P |
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| XIX | P |
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| Oh canst thou fast and then feast thus | P |
| Still come away and teach to us | P |
| Those blessed alternations | P |
| To day to run our dinners fine | V |
| To feed on air and then to dine | V |
| With Civic Corporations | P |
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| XX | P |
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| To save th' Old Bailey daily shilling | A2 |
| And then to take a half year's filling | A2 |
| In P N 's pious Row | D2 |
| When ask'd to Hock and haunch o' ven'son | V |
| Thro' something we have worn our pens on | V |
| For Longman and his Co | D2 |
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| XXI | P |
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| O come and tell us what the Pole is | P |
| Whether it singular and sole is | P |
| Or straight or crooked bent | M2 |
| If very thick or very thin | V |
| Made of what wood and if akin | V |
| To those there be in Kent | M2 |
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| XXII | P |
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| There's Combe there's Spurzheim and there's Gall | N2 |
| Have talk'd of poles yet after all | N2 |
| What has the public learn'd | O2 |
| And Hunt's account must still defer | I |
| He sought the poll at Westminster | I |
| And is not yet return'd | O2 |
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| XXIII | P |
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| Alvanly asks if whist dear soul | P2 |
| Is play'd in snow towns near the Pole | P2 |
| And how the fur man deals | P |
| And Eldon doubts if it be true | - |
| That icy Chancellors really do | - |
| Exist upon the seals | P |
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| Barrow by well fed office grates | P |
| Talks of his own bechristen'd Straits | P |
| And longs that he were there | D |
| And Croker in his cabriolet | F |
| Sighs o'er his brown horse at his Bay | F |
| And pants to cross the mer | D |
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| XXV | - |
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| O come away and set us right | E2 |
| And haply throw a northern light | E2 |
| On questions such as these | P |
| Whether when this drown'd world was lost | Q2 |
| The surflux waves were lock'd in frost | Q2 |
| And turned to Icy Seas | P |
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| XXVI | - |
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| Is Ursa Major white or black | G |
| Or do the Polar tribes attack | G |
| Their neighbors and what for | R2 |
| Whether they ever play at cuffs | P |
| And then if they take off their muffs | P |
| In pugilistic war | R2 |
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| Tells us is Winter champion there | D |
| As in our milder fighting air | D |
| Say what are Chilly loans | P |
| What cures they have for rheums beside | L2 |
| And if their hearts get ossified | L2 |
| From eating bread of bones | P |
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| Whether they are such dwarfs the quicker | I |
| To circulate the vital liquor | I |
| And then from head to heel | J2 |
| How short the Methodists must choose | P |
| Their dumpy envoys not to lose | P |
| Their toes in spite of zeal | J2 |
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| XXIX | P |
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| Whether 'twill soften or sublime it | Q |
| To preach of Hell in such a climate | K2 |
| Whether may Wesley hope | L |
| To win their souls or that old function | V |
| Of seals with the extreme of unction | V |
| Bespeaks them for the Pope | L |
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| XXX | P |
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| Whether the lamps will e'er be 'learn'd' | K2 |
| Where six months' 'midnight oil' is burn'd | K2 |
| Or Letters must confer | I |
| With people that have never conn'd | K2 |
| An A B C but live beyond | K2 |
| The Sound of Lancaster | I |
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| XXXI | P |
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| O come away at any rate | K2 |
| Well hast thou earn'd a downier state | K2 |
| With all thy hardy peers | P |
| Good lack thou must be glad to smell dock | S2 |
| And rub thy feet with opodeldock | S2 |
| After such frosty years | P |
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| XXXII | P |
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| Mayhap some gentle dame at last | K2 |
| Smit by the perils thou hast pass'd | K2 |
| However coy before | R2 |
| Shall bid thee now set up thy rest | K2 |
| In that | K2 |
| Brest Harbor | I |
| woman's breast | K2 |
| And tempt the Fates no more | R2 |
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