A Tale Of The Miser And The Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACCDDEEAAAAFFGG HHIIAADDFH AAJJIIDDKL DDIIKKDD AAHHDDIIMJEENNOOAAPP DD DDQ QDDAAADDDDPP AADDDDLLDDDDRRKSDDA WIT transported with Inditing | A |
Unpay'd unprais'd yet ever Writing | A |
Who for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends | B |
Had Poems at his Fingers Ends | B |
For new Events was still providing | A |
Yet now desirous to be riding | A |
He pack'd up ev'ry Ode and Ditty | C |
And in Vacation left the City | C |
So rapt with Figures and Allusions | D |
With secret Passions sweet Confusions | D |
With Sentences from Plays well known | E |
And thousand Couplets of his own | E |
That ev'n the chalky Road look'd gay | A |
And seem'd to him the Milky Way | A |
But Fortune who the Ball is tossing | A |
And Poets ever will be crossing | A |
Misled the Steed which ill he guided | F |
Where several gloomy Paths divided | F |
The steepest in Descent he follow'd | G |
Enclos'd by Rocks which Time had hollow'd | G |
Till he believ'd alive and booted | H |
He'd reach'd the Shades by Homer quoted | H |
But all that he cou'd there discover | I |
Was in a Pit with Thorns grown over | I |
Old Mammon digging straining sweating | A |
As Bags of Gold he thence was getting | A |
Who when reprov'd for such Dejections | D |
By him who liv'd on high Reflections | D |
Reply'd Brave Sir your Time is ended | F |
And Poetry no more befriended | H |
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I hid this Coin when Charles was swaying | A |
When all was Riot Masking Playing | A |
When witty Beggars were in fashion | J |
And Learning had o'er run the Nation | J |
But since Mankind is so much wiser | I |
That none is valued like the Miser | I |
I draw it hence and now these Sums | D |
In proper Soil grow up to Plumbs | D |
Which gather'd once from that rich Minute | K |
We rule the World and all that's in it | L |
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But quoth the Poet can you raise | D |
As well as Plumb trees Groves of Bays | D |
Where you which I wou'd chuse much rather | I |
May Fruits of Reputation gather | I |
Will Men of Quality and Spirit | K |
Regard you for intrinsick Merit | K |
And seek you out before your Betters | D |
For Conversation Wit and Letters | D |
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Fool quoth the Churl who knew no Breeding | A |
Have these been Times for such Proceeding | A |
Instead of Honour'd and Rewarded | H |
Are you not Slighted or Discarded | H |
What have you met with but Disgraces | D |
Your PRIOR cou'd not keep in Places | D |
And your VAN BRUG had found no Quarter | I |
But for his dabbling in the Morter | I |
ROWE no Advantages cou'd hit on | M |
Till Verse he left to write North Briton | J |
PHILIPS who's by the Shilling known | E |
Ne'er saw a Shilling of his own | E |
Meets PHILOMELA in the Town | N |
Her due Proportion of Renown | N |
What Pref'rence has ARDELIA seen | O |
T'expel tho' she cou'd write the Spleen | O |
Of Coach or Tables can you brag | A |
Or better Cloaths than Poet RAG | A |
Do wealthy Kindred when they meet you | P |
With Kindness or Distinction greet you | P |
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Or have your lately flatter'd Heroes | D |
Enrich'd you like the Roman Maroes | D |
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No quoth the Man of broken Slumbers | D |
Yet we have Patrons for our Numbers | D |
There are Mec nas's among 'em | Q |
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Quoth Mammon pray Sir do not wrong 'em | Q |
But in your Censures use a Conscience | D |
Nor charge Great Men with thriftless Nonsense | D |
Since they as your own Poets sing | A |
Now grant no Worth in any thing | A |
But so much Money as 'twill bring | A |
Then never more from your Endeavours | D |
Expect Preferment or less Favours | D |
But if you'll 'scape Contempt or worse | D |
Be sure put Money in your Purse | D |
Money which only can relieve you | P |
When Fame and Friendship will deceive you | P |
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Sir quoth the Poet humbly bowing | A |
And all that he had said allowing | A |
Behold me and my airy Fancies | D |
Subdu'd like Giants in Romances | D |
I here submit to your Discourses | D |
Which since Experience too enforces | D |
I in that solitary Pit | L |
Your Gold withdrawn will hide my Wit | L |
Till Time which hastily advances | D |
And gives to all new Turns and Chances | D |
Again may bring it into use | D |
Roscommons may again produce | D |
New Augustean Days revive | R |
When Wit shall please and Poets thrive | R |
Till when let those converse in private | K |
Who taste what others don't arrive at | S |
Yielding that Mammonists surpass us | D |
And let the Bank out swell Parnassus | D |
Anne Kingsmill Finch
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