Ode To The Great Unknown Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEDCEFFGHHGIJJIKKLL MNNMOOM PKPKQQFRRSLPPLTTFFUE EVVU VFVFWWIXXIIIYEEYYKYK K X EWEWWEZZA2B2FZB2 X C2C2D2D2EEFEEFFE2FF X E EF2EEEEEEESS X FFFFVVVVWW X FFFEIIFVVXXFF B2 B2XB2XXVVVXVXFFXZZ B2 IG2G2IB2B2B2B2B2FFB2 B2 H2B2H2FFB2B2II2J2IIB 2B2B2B2 B2 EH2EH2H2K2K2B2B2B2J2 B2J2B2H2B2'O breathe not his name ' | A |
Moore | B |
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I | - |
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Thou Great Unknown | C |
I do not mean Eternity nor Death | D |
That vast incog | E |
For I suppose thou hast a living breath | D |
Howbeit we know not from whose lungs 'tis blown | C |
Thou man of fog | E |
Parent of many children child of none | F |
Nobody's son | F |
Nobody's daughter but a parent still | G |
Still but an ostrich parent of a batch | H |
Of orphan eggs left to the world to hatch | H |
Superlative Nil | G |
A vox and nothing more yet not Vauxhall | I |
A head in papers yet without a curl | J |
Not the Invisible Girl | J |
No hand but a handwriting on a wall | I |
A popular nonentity | K |
Still call'd the same without identity | K |
A lark heard out of sight | L |
A nothing shin'd upon invisibly bright | L |
'Dark with excess of light ' | - |
Constable's literary John a nokes | M |
The real Scottish wizard and not which | N |
Nobody in a niche | N |
Every one's hoax | M |
Maybe Sir Walter Scott | O |
Perhaps not | O |
Why dost thou so conceal and puzzle curious folks | M |
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II | - |
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Thou whom the second sighted never saw | P |
The Master Fiction of fictitious history | K |
Chief Nong tong paw | P |
No mister in the world and yet all mystery | K |
The 'tricksy spirit' of a Scotch Cock Lane | Q |
A novel Junius puzzling the world's brain | Q |
A man of Magic yet no talisman | F |
A man of clair obscure not he o' the moon | R |
A star at noon | R |
A non descriptus in a caravan | S |
A private of no corps a northern light | L |
In a dark lantern Bogie in a crape | P |
A figure but no shape | P |
A vizor and no knight | L |
The real abstract hero of the age | T |
The staple Stranger of the stage | T |
A Some One made in every man's presumption | F |
Frankenstein's monster but instinct with gumption | F |
Another strange state captive in the north | U |
Constable guarded in an iron mask | E |
Still let me ask | E |
Hast thou no silver platter | V |
No door plate or no card or some such matter | V |
To scrawl a name upon and then cast forth | U |
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III | - |
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Thou Scottish Barmecide feeding the hunger | V |
Of Curiosity with airy gammon | F |
Thou mystery monger | V |
Dealing it out like middle cut of salmon | F |
That people buy and can't make head or tail of it | W |
Howbeit that puzzle never hurts the sale of it | W |
Thou chief of authors mystic and abstractical | I |
That lay their proper bodies on the shelf | X |
Keeping thyself so truly to thyself | X |
Thou Zimmerman made practical | I |
Thou secret fountain of a Scottish style | I |
That like the Nile | I |
Hideth its source wherever it is bred | Y |
But still keeps disemboguing | E |
Not disembroguing | E |
Thro' such broad sandy mouths without a head | Y |
Thou disembodied author not yet dead | Y |
The whole world's literary Absentee | K |
Ah wherefore hast thou fled | Y |
Thou learned Nemo wise to a degree | K |
Anonymous LL D | K |
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IV | X |
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Thou nameless captain of the nameless gang | E |
That do and inquests cannot say who did it | W |
Wert thou at Mrs Donatty's death pang | E |
Hast thou made gravy of Weare's watch or hid it | W |
Hast thou a Blue Beard chamber Heaven forbid it | W |
I should be very loth to see thee hang | E |
I hope thou hast an alibi well plann'd | Z |
An innocent altho' an ink black hand | Z |
Tho' that hast newly turn'd thy private bolt on | A2 |
The curiosity of all invaders | B2 |
I hope thou art merely closeted with Colton | F |
Who knows a little of the Holy Land | Z |
Writing thy next new novel The Crusaders | B2 |
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V | X |
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Perhaps thou wert even born | C2 |
To be Unknown Perhaps hung some foggy morn | C2 |
At Captain Coram's charitable wicket | D2 |
Pinn'd to a ticket | D2 |
That Fate had made illegible foreseeing | E |
The future great unmentionable being | E |
Perhaps thou hast ridden | F |
A scholar poor on St Augustine's Back | E |
Like Chatterton and found a dusty pack | E |
Of Rowley novels in an old chest hidden | F |
A little hoard of clever simulation | F |
That took the town and Constable has bidden | E2 |
Some hundred pounds for a continuation | F |
To keep and clothe thee in genteel starvation | F |
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VI | X |
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I like thy Waverley first of thy breeding | E |
I like its modest 'sixty years ago ' | - |
As if it was not meant for ages' reading | E |
I don't like Ivanhoe | F2 |
Tho' Dymoke does it makes him think of clattering | E |
In iron overalls before the king | E |
Secure from battering to ladies flattering | E |
Tuning his challenge to the gauntlet's ring | E |
Oh better far than all that anvil clang | E |
It was to hear thee touch the famous string | E |
Of Robin Hood's tough bow and make it twang | E |
Rousing him up all verdant with his clan | S |
Like Sagittarian Pan | S |
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VII | X |
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I like Guy Mannering but not that sham son | F |
Of Brown I like that literary Sampson | F |
Nine tenths a Dyer with a smack of Porson | F |
I like Dirk Hatteraick that rough sea Orson | F |
That slew the Gauger | V |
And Dandie Dinmont like old Ursa Major | V |
And Merrilies young Bertram's old defender | V |
That Scottish Witch of Endor | V |
That doom'd thy fame She was the Witch I take it | W |
To tell a great man's fortune or to make it | W |
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VIII | X |
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I like thy Antiquary With his fit on | F |
He makes me think of Mr Britton | F |
I like thy Antiquary With Ins fit on | F |
It makes me think | E |
Who has or had within his garden wall | I |
A miniature Stone Henge so very small | I |
That sparrows find it difficult to sit on | F |
And Dousterwivel like Poyais' M'Gregor | V |
And Edie Ochiltree that old Blue Beggar | V |
Painted so cleverly | X |
I think thou surely knowest Mrs Beverly | X |
I like thy Barber him that fir'd the Beacon | F |
But that's a tender subject now to speak on | F |
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IX | B2 |
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I like long arm'd Rob Roy His very charms | B2 |
Fashion'd him for renown In sad sincerity | X |
The man that robs or writes must have long arms | B2 |
If he's to hand his deeds down to posterity | X |
Witness Miss Biffin's posthumous prosperity | X |
Her poor brown crumpled mummy nothing more | V |
Bearing the name she bore | V |
A thing Time's tooth is tempted to destroy | V |
But Roys can never die why else in verity | X |
Is Paris echoing with 'Vive le Roy' | V |
Aye Rob shall live again and deathless Di | X |
Vernon of course shall often live again | F |
Whilst there's a stone in Newgate or a chain | F |
Who can pass by | X |
Nor feel the Thief's in prison and at hand | Z |
There be Old Bailey Jarvies on the stand | Z |
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X | B2 |
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I like thy Landlord's Tales I like that Idol | I |
Of love and Lammermoor the blue eyed maid | G2 |
That led to church the mounted cavalcade | G2 |
And then pull'd up with such a bloody bridal | I |
Throwing equestrian Hymen on his haunches | B2 |
like the family not silver branches | B2 |
That hold the tapers | B2 |
To light the serious legend of Montrose | B2 |
I like M'Aulay's second sighted vapors | B2 |
As if he could not walk or talk alone | F |
Without the devil or the Great Unknown | F |
Dalgetty is the dearest of Ducrows | B2 |
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XI | B2 |
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I like St Leonard's Lily drench'd with dew | H2 |
I like thy Vision of the Covenanters | B2 |
That bloody minded Grahame shot and slew | H2 |
I like the battle lost and won | F |
The hurly burlys bravely done | F |
The warlike gallop and the warlike canters | B2 |
I like that girded chieftain of the ranters | B2 |
Ready to preach down heathens or to grapple | I |
With one eye on his sword | I2 |
And one upon the Word | J2 |
How he would cram the Caledonian Chapel | I |
I like stern Claverhouse though he cloth dapple | I |
His raven steed with blood of many a corse | B2 |
I like dear Mrs Headrigg that unravels | B2 |
Her texts of scripture on a trotting horse | B2 |
She is so like Rae Wilson when he travels | B2 |
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XII | B2 |
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I like thy Kenilworth but I'm not going | E |
To take a Retrospective Re Review | H2 |
Of all thy dainty novels merely showing | E |
The old familiar faces of a few | H2 |
The question to renew | H2 |
How thou canst leave such deeds without a name | K2 |
Forego the unclaim'd Dividends of fame | K2 |
Forego the smiles of literary houris | B2 |
Mid Lothian's trump and Fife's shrill note of praise | B2 |
And all the Carse of Gowrie's | B2 |
When thou might'st have thy statue in Cromarty | J2 |
Or see thy image on Italian trays | B2 |
Betwixt Queen Caroline and Buonapart | J2 |
Be painted by the Titian of R A's | B2 |
Or vie in signboards with the Royal Guelph | H2 |
P'rhaps | B2 |
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