The Compass, With Variations.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEDCD FGHGIG JDKDLD J MNHOPN J JNQNJN J RJJJOJ J STULVT J JIGIJI I WGXGIG I YZA2TVT I B2C2YC2D2C2 I C2E2F2E2C2E2 I C2E2A2E2C2E2 J G2ITIH2I J IC2I2C2J2C2 J K2C2L2C2IC2 J JE2JE2ZE2 J M2IN2IC2I I C2O2EO2P2O2 I Q2C2R2C2S2C2 I T2C2U2C2IC2 I JQ2V2Q2JQ2 I W2E2C2E2IE2 J J2IIIQI J X2TJTE2T J Y2TTTIT J IIK2IZ2I J A3A3Q2A3A3A3 I A3E2A3E2B3E2 I JA3A3A3A3A3 I IE2JE2A3E2 I Q2TA3TC3TThe Needles have sometimes been fatal to Mariners | A |
Picture of Isle of Wight | B |
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One close of day 'twas in the Bay | C |
Of Naples bay of glory | D |
While light was hanging crowns of gold | E |
On mountains high and hoary | D |
A gallant bark got under weigh | C |
And with her sails my story | D |
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II | - |
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For Leghorn she was bound direct | F |
With wine and oil for cargo | G |
Her crew of men some nine or ten | H |
The captain's name was Jago | G |
A good and gallant bark she was | I |
La Donna call'd del Lago | G |
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III | - |
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Bronzed mariners were hers to view | J |
With brown cheeks clear or muddy | D |
Dark shining eyes and coal black hair | K |
Meet heads for painter's study | D |
But midst their tan there stood one man | L |
Whose cheek was fair and ruddy | D |
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IV | J |
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His brow was high a loftier brow | M |
Ne'er shone in song or sonnet | N |
His hair a little scant and when | H |
He doff'd his cap or bonnet | O |
One saw that Grey had gone beyond | P |
A premiership upon it | N |
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V | J |
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His eye a passenger was he | J |
The cabin he had hired it | N |
His eye was gray and when he look'd | Q |
Around the prospect fired it | N |
A fine poetic light as if | J |
The Appe Nine inspir'd it | N |
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VI | J |
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His frame was stout in height about | R |
Six feet well made and portly | J |
Of dress and manner just to give | J |
A sketch but very shortly | J |
His order seem'd a composite | O |
Of rustic with the courtly | J |
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VII | J |
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He ate and quaff'd and joked and laughed | S |
And chatted with the seamen | T |
And often task'd their skill and ask'd | U |
What weather is't to be man | L |
No demonstration there appeared | V |
That he was any demon | T |
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VIII | J |
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No sort of sign there was that he | J |
Could raise a stormy rumpus | I |
Like Prospero make breezes blow | G |
And rocks and billows thump us | I |
But little we supposed what he | J |
Could with the needle compass | I |
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IX | I |
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Soon came a storm the sea at first | W |
Seem'd lying almost fallow | G |
When lo full crash with billowy dash | X |
From clouds of black and yellow | G |
Came such a gale as blows but once | I |
A cent'ry like the aloe | G |
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X | I |
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Our stomachs we had just prepared | Y |
To vest a small amount in | Z |
When gush a flood of brine came down | A2 |
The skylight quite a fountain | T |
And right on end the table rear'd | V |
Just like the Table Mountain | T |
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XI | I |
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Down rush'd the soup down gush'd the wine | B2 |
Each roll its r 'le repeating | C2 |
Roll'd down the round of beef declar'd | Y |
For parting not for meating | C2 |
Off flew the fowls and all the game | D2 |
Was too far gone for eating | C2 |
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XII | I |
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Down knife and fork down went the pork | C2 |
The lamb too broke its tether | E2 |
Down mustard went each condiment | F2 |
Salt pepper all together | E2 |
Down everything like craft that seek | C2 |
The Downs in stormy weather | E2 |
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XIII | I |
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Down plunged the Lady of the Lake | C2 |
Her timbers seem'd to sever | E2 |
Down down a dreary derry down | A2 |
Such lurch she had gone never | E2 |
She almost seem'd about to take | C2 |
A bed of down forever | E2 |
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XIV | J |
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Down dropt the captain's nether jaw | G2 |
Thus robbed of all its uses | I |
He thought he saw the Evil One | T |
Beside Vesuvian sluices | I |
Playing at dice for soul and ship | H2 |
And throwing Sink and Deuces | I |
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XV | J |
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Down fell the steward on his face | I |
To all the Saints commending | C2 |
And candles to the Virgin vow'd | I2 |
As save alls 'gain'st his ending | C2 |
Down fell the mate he thought his fate | J2 |
Checkmate was close impending | C2 |
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XVI | J |
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Down fell the cook the cabin boy | K2 |
Their beads with fervor telling | C2 |
While Alps of surge with snowy verge | L2 |
Above the yards came yelling | C2 |
Down fell the crew and on their knees | I |
Shudder'd at each white swelling | C2 |
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XVII | J |
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Down sunk the sun of bloody hue | J |
His crimson light a cleaver | E2 |
To each red rover of a wave | J |
To eye of fancy weaver | E2 |
Neptune the god seemed tossing in | Z |
A raging scarlet fever | E2 |
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XVIII | J |
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Sore sore afraid each Papist pray'd | M2 |
To Saint aid Virgin Mary | I |
But one there was that stood composed | N2 |
Amid the waves' vagary | I |
As staunch as rock a true game cock | C2 |
'Mid chicks of Mother Carey | I |
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XIX | I |
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His ruddy cheek retained its streak | C2 |
No danger seem'd to shrink him | O2 |
His step still bold of mortal mould | E |
The crew could hardly think him | O2 |
The Lady of the Lake he seem'd | P2 |
To know could never sink him | O2 |
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XX | I |
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Relaxed at last the furious gale | Q2 |
Quite out of breath with racing | C2 |
The boiling flood in milder mood | R2 |
With gentler billows chasing | C2 |
From stem to stern with frequent turn | S2 |
The Stranger took to pacing | C2 |
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XXI | I |
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And as he walked to self he talked | T2 |
Some ancient ditty thrumming | C2 |
In undertone as not alone | U2 |
Now whistling and now humming | C2 |
You're welcome Charlie Cowdenknowes | I |
Kenmure or Campbells' Coming | C2 |
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XXII | I |
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Down went the wind down went the wave | J |
Fear quitted the most finical | Q2 |
The Saints I wot were soon forgot | V2 |
And Hope was at the pinnacle | Q2 |
When rose on high a frightful cry | J |
The Devil's in the binnacle | Q2 |
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XXIII | I |
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The Saints be near the helmsman cried | W2 |
His voice with quite a falter | E2 |
Steady's my helm but every look | C2 |
The needle seems to alter | E2 |
God only knows where China lies | I |
Jamaica or Gibraltar | E2 |
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XXIV | J |
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The captain stared aghast at mate | J2 |
The pilot at th' apprentice | I |
No fancy of the German Sea | I |
Of Fiction the event is | I |
But when they at the compass look'd | Q |
It seem'd non compass mentis | I |
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XXV | J |
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Now north now south now east now west | X2 |
The wavering point was shaken | T |
'Twas past the whole philosophy | J |
Of Newton or of Bacon | T |
Never by compass till that hour | E2 |
Such latitudes were taken | T |
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XXVI | J |
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With fearful speech each after each | Y2 |
Took turns in the inspection | T |
They found no gun no iron none | T |
To vary its direction | T |
It seem'd a new magnetic case | I |
Of Poles in Insurrection | T |
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XXVII | J |
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Farewell to wives farewell their lives | I |
And all their household riches | I |
Oh while they thought of girl or boy | K2 |
And dear domestic niches | I |
All down the side which holds the heart | Z2 |
That needle gave them stitches | I |
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XXVIII | J |
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With deep amaze the Stranger gazed | A3 |
To see them so white livered | A3 |
And walked abaft the binnacle | Q2 |
To know at what they shivered | A3 |
But when he stood beside the card | A3 |
St Josef how it quivered | A3 |
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XXIX | I |
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No fancy motion brain begot | A3 |
In eye of timid dreamer | E2 |
The nervous finger of a sot | A3 |
Ne'er showed a plainer tremor | E2 |
To every brain it seemed too plain | B3 |
There stood th' Infernal Schemer | E2 |
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XXX | I |
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Mix'd brown and blue each visage grew | J |
Just like a pullet's gizzard | A3 |
Meanwhile the captain's wandering wit | A3 |
From tacking like an izzard | A3 |
Bore down in this plain course at last | A3 |
It's Michael Scott the Wizard | A3 |
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XXXI | I |
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A smile passed o'er the ruddy face | I |
To see the poles so falter | E2 |
I'm puzzled friends as much as you | J |
For with no fiends I palter | E2 |
Michael I'm not although a Scott | A3 |
My Christian name is Walter | E2 |
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XXXII | I |
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Like oil it fell that name a spell | Q2 |
On all the fearful faction | T |
The captain's head for he had read | A3 |
Confess'd the needle's action | T |
And bow'd to Him in whom the North | C3 |
Has lodged its main attraction | T |
Thomas Hood
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