An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGHIIJEKKEE LLMMHNOPQQMRSSTTUUUU VHOOEEWWXX| As to a northern people whom the sun | A |
| Uses just as the Romish church has done | A |
| Her prophane laity and does assign | B |
| Bread only both to serve for bread and wine | B |
| A rich Canary fleet welcome arrives | C |
| Such comfort to us here your letter gives | D |
| Fraught with brisk racy verses in which we | E |
| The soil from whence they came taste smell and see | E |
| Such is your present to us for you must know | F |
| Sir that verse does not in this island grow | F |
| No more than sack one lately did not fear | G |
| Without the Muses' leave to plant it here | H |
| But it produc'd such base rough crabbed hedge | I |
| Rhymes as ev'n set the hearers' ears on edge | I |
| Written by Esquire the | J |
| Year of our Lord six hundred thirty three | E |
| Brave Jersey Muse and he's for this high style | K |
| Call'd to this day the Homer of the Isle | K |
| Alas to men here no words less hard be | E |
| To rhyme with than Mount Orgueil is to me | E |
| Mount Orgueil which in scorn o' th' Muses' law | L |
| With no yoke fellow word will deign to draw | L |
| Stubborn Mount Orgueil 't is a work to make it | M |
| Come into rhyme more hard than 't were to take it | M |
| Alas to bring your tropes and figures here | H |
| Strange as to bring camels and elephants were | N |
| And metaphor is so unknown a thing | O |
| 'T would need the preface of 'God save the King ' | P |
| Yet this I'll say for th' honour of the place | Q |
| That by God's extraordinary grace | Q |
| Which shows the people have judgment if not wit | M |
| The land is undefil'd with Clinches yet | R |
| Which in my poor opinion I confess | S |
| Is a most singular blessing and no less | S |
| Than Ireland's wanting spiders And so far | T |
| From th' actual sin of bombast too they are | T |
| That other crying sin o' th' English Muse | U |
| That even Satan himself can accuse | U |
| None here no not so much as the divines | U |
| For th' motus prim primi to strong lines | U |
| Well since the soil then does not naturally bear | V |
| Verse who a devil should import it here | H |
| For that to me would seem as strange a thing | O |
| As who did first wild beasts into islands bring | O |
| Unless you think that it might taken be | E |
| As Green did Gondibert in a prize at sea | E |
| But that's a fortune falls not every day | W |
| 'Tis true Green was made by it for they say | W |
| The parliament did a noble bounty do | X |
| And gave him the whole prize their tenths and fifteens too | X |
Abraham Cowley
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