The Lord And The Bramble Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBCDCCD EFEGF HIHHI BJBBJ KLKKM NMNNO DPDDP

To view his stately Walks and GrovesA
A Man of Pow'r and PlaceB
Was hast'ning on but as he rovesB
His Foe the slighted Bramble provesB
And stops his eager PaceB
That Shrub was qualify'd to BiteC
And now there went a TaleD
That this injurious partial WightC
Had bid his Gard'ner rid it quiteC
And throw it o'er the PailD
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Often the Bry'r had wish'd to speakE
That this might not be doneF
But from the Abject and the WeakE
Who no important Figure makeG
What Statesman does not runF
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But clinging now about his WasteH
Ere he had time to flyI
My Lord quoth he for all your hasteH
I'll know why I must be displac'dH
And 'mongst the Rubbish lieI
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Must none but buffle headed TreesB
Within your Ground be seenJ
Or tap'ring Yews here court the BreezeB
That like some Beaux whom Time does freezeB
At once look Old and GreenJ
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I snarl 'tis true and sometimes scratchK
A tender footed SquireL
Who does a rugged Tartar catchK
When me he thinks to over matchK
And jeers for my AttireM
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As to Yourself who 'gainst me fretN
E'en give this Project o'erM
For know where'er my Root is setN
These rambling Twigs will Passage getN
And vex you more and moreO
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No Wants no Threatnings nor the JailD
Will curb an angry WitP
Then think not to chastise or railD
Appease the Man if you'd prevailD
Who some sharp Satire writP

Anne Kingsmill Finch



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