Gotham.[1] Book I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In Three Books	A
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Far off no matter whether east or west	B
A real country or one made in jest	B
Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced	C
Nor by map jobbers wretchedly misplaced	C
There lies an island neither great nor small	D
Which for distinction sake I Gotham call	D
The man who finds an unknown country out	E
By giving it a name acquires no doubt	E
A Gospel title though the people there	F
The pious Christian thinks not worth his care	F
Bar this pretence and into air is hurl'd	G
The claim of Europe to the Western world	G
Cast by a tempest on the savage coast	H
Some roving buccaneer set up a post	H
A beam in proper form transversely laid	I
Of his Redeemer's cross the figure made	I
Of that Redeemer with whose laws his life	J
From first to last had been one scene of strife	J
His royal master's name thereon engraved	K
Without more process the whole race enslaved	K
Cut off that charter they from Nature drew	L
And made them slaves to men they never knew	L
Search ancient histories consult records	M
Under this title the most Christian lords	M
Hold thanks to conscience more than half the ball	D
O'erthrow this title they have none at all	D
For never yet might any monarch dare	F
Who lived to Truth and breathed a Christian air	F
Pretend that Christ who came we all agree	N
To bless his people and to set them free	N
To make a convert ever one law gave	O
By which converters made him first a slave	O
Spite of the glosses of a canting priest	P
Who talks of charity but means a feast	P
Who recommends it whilst he seems to feel	Q
The holy glowings of a real zeal	Q
To all his hearers as a deed of worth	R
To give them heaven whom they have robb'd of earth	R
Never shall one one truly honest man	S
Who bless'd with Liberty reveres her plan	S
Allow one moment that a savage sire	T
Could from his wretched race for childish hire	T
By a wild grant their all their freedom pass	U
And sell his country for a bit of glass	U
Or grant this barbarous right let Spain and France	V
In slavery bred as purchasers advance	V
Let them whilst Conscience is at distance hurl'd	G
With some gay bauble buy a golden world	G
An Englishman in charter'd freedom born	W
Shall spurn the slavish merchandise shall scorn	W
To take from others through base private views	X
What he himself would rather die than lose	X
Happy the savage of those early times	Y
Ere Europe's sons were known and Europe's crimes	Y
Gold cursed gold slept in the womb of earth	R
Unfelt its mischiefs as unknown its worth	R
In full content he found the truest wealth	Z
In toil he found diversion food and health	Z
Stranger to ease and luxury of courts	A2
His sports were labours and his labours sports	A2
His youth was hardy and his old age green	B2
Life's morn was vigorous and her eve serene	B2
No rules he held but what were made for use	C2
No arts he learn'd nor ills which arts produce	C2
False lights he follow'd but believed them true	L
He knew not much but lived to what he knew	L
Happy thrice happy now the savage race	D2
Since Europe took their gold and gave them grace	D2
Pastors she sends to help them in their need	E2
Some who can't write with others who can't read	F2
And on sure grounds the gospel pile to rear	G2
Sends missionary felons every year	G2
Our vices with more zeal than holy prayers	H2
She teaches them and in return takes theirs	H2
Her rank oppressions give them cause to rise	I2
Her want of prudence means and arms supplies	I2
Whilst her brave rage not satisfied with life	J
Rising in blood adopts the scalping knife	J
Knowledge she gives enough to make them know	J2
How abject is their state how deep their woe	J2
The worth of freedom strongly she explains	K2
Whilst she bows down and loads their necks with chains	K2
Faith too she plants for her own ends impress'd	B
To make them bear the worst and hope the best	B
And whilst she teaches on vile Interest's plan	S
As laws of God the wild decrees of man	S
Like Pharisees of whom the Scriptures tell	L2
She makes them ten times more the sons of Hell	L2
But whither do these grave reflections tend	M2
Are they design'd for any or no end	M2
Briefly but this to prove that by no act	N2
Which Nature made that by no equal pact	N2
'Twixt man and man which might if Justice heard	O2
Stand good that by no benefits conferr'd	O2
Or purchase made Europe in chains can hold	P2
The sons of India and her mines of gold	P2
Chance led her there in an accursed hour	T
She saw and made the country hers by power	T
Nor drawn by virtue's love from love of fame	Q2
Shall my rash folly controvert the claim	Q2
Or wish in thought that title overthrown	R2
Which coincides with and involves my own	R2
Europe discover'd India first I found	S2
My right to Gotham on the self same ground	S2
I first discover'd it nor shall that plea	N
To her be granted and denied to me	N
I plead possession and till one more bold	P2
Shall drive me out will that possession hold	P2
With Europe's rights my kindred rights I twine	T2
Hers be the Western world be Gotham mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	U2
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	U2
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
As on a day a high and holy day	X2
Let every instrument of music play	X2
Ancient and modern those which drew their birth	R
Punctilios laid aside from Pagan earth	R
As well as those by Christian made and Jew	L
Those known to many and those known to few	L
Those which in whim and frolic lightly float	Y2
And those which swell the slow and solemn note	Y2
Those which whilst Reason stands in wonder by	Z2
Make some complexions laugh and others cry	Z2
Those which by some strange faculty of sound	S2
Can build walls up and raze them to the ground	S2
Those which can tear up forests by the roots	A3
And make brutes dance like men and men like brutes	A3
Those which whilst Ridicule leads up the dance	A3
Make clowns of Monmouth ape the fops of France	A3
Those which where Lady Dulness with Lord Mayors	A3
Presides disdaining light and trifling airs	A3
Hallow the feast with psalmody and those	A3
Which planted in our churches to dispose	A3
And lift the mind to Heaven are disgraced	C
With what a foppish organist calls Taste	C
All from the fiddle on which every fool	B3
The pert son of dull sire discharged from school	B3
Serves an apprenticeship in college ease	A3
And rises through the gamut to degrees	A3
To those which though less common not less sweet	C3
From famed Saint Giles's and more famed Vine Street	C3
Where Heaven the utmost wish of man to grant	D3
Gave me an old house and an older aunt	D3
Thornton whilst Humour pointed out the road	E3
To her arch cub hath hitch'd into an ode	E3
All instruments attend ye listening spheres	A3
Attend ye sons of men and hear with ears	A3
All instruments nor shall they seek one hand	F3
Impress'd from modern Music's coxcomb band	F3
All instruments self acted at my name	Q2
Shall pour forth harmony and loud proclaim	Q2
Loud but yet sweet to the according globe	G3
My praises whilst gay Nature in a robe	G3
A coxcomb doctor's robe to the full sound	S2
Keeps time like Boyce and the world dances round	S2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
Infancy straining backward from the breast	B
Tetchy and wayward what he loveth best	B
Refusing in his fits whilst all the while	H3
The mother eyes the wrangler with a smile	H3
And the fond father sits on t' other side	I3
Laughs at his moods and views his spleen with pride	I3
Shall murmur forth my name whilst at his hand	F3
Nurse stands interpreter through Gotham's land	F3
Childhood who like an April morn appears	A3
Sunshine and rain hopes clouded o'er with fears	A3
Pleased and displeased by starts in passion warm	J3
In reason weak who wrought into a storm	J3
Like to the fretful billows of the deep	K3
Soon spends his rage and cries himself asleep	K3
Who with a feverish appetite oppress'd	B
For trifles sighs but hates them when possess'd	B
His trembling lash suspended in the air	F
Half bent and stroking back his long lank hair	F
Shall to his mates look up with eager glee	N
And let his top go down to prate of me	N
Youth who fierce fickle insolent and vain	L3
Impatient urges on to Manhood's reign	L3
Impatient urges on yet with a cast	M3
Of dear regard looks back on Childhood past	M3
In the mid chase when the hot blood runs high	Z2
And the quick spirits mount into his eye	Z2
When pleasure which he deems his greatest wealth	Z
Beats in his heart and paints his cheeks with health	Z
When the chafed steed tugs proudly at the rein	L3
And ere he starts hath run o'er half the plain	L3
When wing'd with fear the stag flies full in view	L
And in full cry the eager hounds pursue	L
Shall shout my praise to hills which shout again	N3
And e'en the huntsman stop to cry Amen	N3
Manhood of form erect who would not bow	O3
Though worlds should crack around him on his brow	O3
Wisdom serene to passion giving law	P3
Bespeaking love and yet commanding awe	Q3
Dignity into grace by mildness wrought	R3
Courage attemper'd and refined by thought	R3
Virtue supreme enthroned within his breast	B
The image of his Maker deep impress'd	B
Lord of this earth which trembles at his nod	S3
With reason bless'd and only less than God	S3
Manhood though weeping Beauty kneels for aid	I
Though Honour calls in Danger's form array'd	I
Though clothed with sackloth Justice in the gates	A3
By wicked elders chain'd Redemption waits	A3
Manhood shall steal an hour a little hour	T
Is't not a little one to hail my power	T
Old Age a second child by Nature cursed	T3
With more and greater evils than the first	T3
Weak sickly full of pains in every breath	U3
Railing at life and yet afraid of death	U3
Putting things off with sage and solemn air	F
From day to day without one day to spare	F
Without enjoyment covetous of pelf	L
Tiresome to friends and tiresome to himself	L
His faculties impair'd his temper sour'd	O2
His memory of recent things devour'd	O2
E'en with the acting on his shatter'd brain	L3
Though the false registers of youth remain	L3
From morn to evening babbling forth vain praise	A3
Of those rare men who lived in those rare days	A3
When he the hero of his tale was young	V2
Dull repetitions faltering on his tongue	V2
Praising gray hairs sure mark of Wisdom's sway	X2
E'en whilst he curses Time which made him gray	X2
Scoffing at youth e'en whilst he would afford	V3
All but his gold to have his youth restored	V3
Shall for a moment from himself set free	N
Lean on his crutch and pipe forth praise to me	N
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
Things without life shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
The snowdrop who in habit white and plain	L3
Comes on the herald of fair Flora's train	L3
The coxcomb crocus flower of simple note	Y2
Who by her side struts in a herald's coat	Y2
The tulip idly glaring to the view	L
Who though no clown his birth from Holland drew	L
Who once full dress'd fears from his place to stir	T
The fop of flowers the More of a parterre	T
The woodbine who her elm in marriage meets	A3
And brings her dowry in surrounding sweets	A3
The lily silver mistress of the vale	X3
The rose of Sharon which perfumes the gale	X3
The jessamine with which the queen of flowers	A3
To charm her god adorns his favourite bowers	A3
Which brides by the plain hand of Neatness dress'd	B
Unenvied rival wear upon their breast	B
Sweet as the incense of the morn and chaste	C
As the pure zone which circles Dian's waist	C
All flowers of various names and various forms	A3
Which the sun into strength and beauty warms	A3
From the dwarf daisy which like infants clings	A3
And fears to leave the earth from whence it springs	A3
To the proud giant of the garden race	A3
Who madly rushing to the sun's embrace	A3
O'ertops her fellows with aspiring aim	Q2
Demands his wedded love and bears his name	Q2
All one and all shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
Forming a gloom through which to spleen struck minds	A3
Religion horror stamp'd a passage finds	A3
The ivy crawling o'er the hallow'd cell	L2
Where some old hermit's wont his beads to tell	L2
By day by night the myrtle ever green	B2
Beneath whose shade Love holds his rites unseen	B2
The willow weeping o'er the fatal wave	L
Where many a lover finds a watery grave	L
The cypress sacred held when lovers mourn	W
Their true love snatch'd away the laurel worn	W
By poets in old time but destined now	O3
In grief to wither on a Whitehead's brow	O3
The fig which large as what in India grows	A3
Itself a grove gave our first parents clothes	A3
The vine which like a blushing new made bride	I3
Clustering empurples all the mountain's side	I3
The yew which in the place of sculptured stone	R2
Marks out the resting place of men unknown	R2
The hedge row elm the pine of mountain race	A3
The fir the Scotch fir never out of place	A3
The cedar whose top mates the highest cloud	Y3
Whilst his old father Lebanon grows proud	Y3
Of such a child and his vast body laid	I
Out many a mile enjoys the filial shade	I
The oak when living monarch of the wood	Z3
The English oak which dead commands the flood	A4
All one and all shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
The showers which make the young hills like young lambs	A3
Bound and rebound the old hills like old rams	A3
Unwieldy jump for joy the streams which glide	I3
Whilst Plenty marches smiling by their side	I3
And from their bosom rising Commerce springs	A3
The winds which rise with healing on their wings	A3
Before whose cleansing breath Contagion flies	A3
The sun who travelling in eastern skies	A3
Fresh full of strength just risen from his bed	F2
Though in Jove's pastures they were born and bred	F2
With voice and whip can scarce make his steeds stir	T
Step by step up the perpendicular	T
Who at the hour of eve panting for rest	B
Rolls on amain and gallops down the west	B
As fast as Jehu oil'd for Ahab's sin	B4
Drove for a crown or postboys for an inn	B4
The moon who holds o'er night her silver reign	L3
Regent of tides and mistress of the brain	L3
Who to her sons those sons who own her power	T
And do her homage at the midnight hour	T
Gives madness as a blessing but dispenses	A3
Wisdom to fools and damns them with their senses	A3
The stars who by I know not what strange right	C4
Preside o'er mortals in their own despite	C4
Who without reason govern those who most	H
How truly judge from thence of reason boast	H
And by some mighty magic yet unknown	R2
Our actions guide yet cannot guide their own	R2
All one and all shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
The moment minute hour day week month year	T
Morning and eve as they in turn appear	T
Moments and minutes which without a crime	D4
Can't be omitted in accounts of time	D4
Or if omitted proof we might afford	V3
Worthy by parliaments to be restored	V3
The hours which dress'd by turns in black and white	C4
Ordain'd as handmaids wait on Day and Night	C4
The day those hours I mean when light presides	A3
And Business in a cart with Prudence rides	A3
The night those hours I mean with darkness hung	V2
When Sense speaks free and Folly holds her tongue	V2
The morn when Nature rousing from her strife	L
With death like sleep awakes to second life	L
The eve when as unequal to the task	E4
She mercy from her foe descends to ask	E4
The week in which six days are kindly given	F4
To think of earth and one to think of heaven	F4
The months twelve sisters all of different hue	L
Though there appears in all a likeness too	L
Not such a likeness as through Hayman's works	A3
Dull mannerist in Christians Jews and Turks	A3
Cloys with a sameness in each female face	A3
But a strange something born of Art and Grace	A3
Which speaks them all to vary and adorn	W
At different times of the same parents born	W
All one and all shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
Frore January leader of the year	T
Minced pies in van and calves' heads in the rear	T
Dull February in whose leaden reign	L3
My mother bore a bard without a brain	L3
March various fierce and wild with wind crack'd cheeks	A3
By wilder Welshmen led and crown'd with leeks	A3
April with fools and May with bastards bless'd	B
June with White Roses on her rebel breast	B
July to whom the Dog star in her train	L3
Saint James gives oysters and Saint Swithin rain	L3
August who banish'd from her Smithfield stand	F3
To Chelsea flies with Doggett in her hand	F3
September when by custom right divine	T2
Geese are ordain'd to bleed at Michael's shrine	T2
Whilst the priest not so full of grace as wit	G4
Falls to unbless'd nor gives the saint a bit	G4
October who the cause of Freedom join'd	H4
And gave a second George to bless mankind	I4
November who at once to grace our earth	R
Saint Andrew boasts and our Augusta's birth	R
December last of months but best who gave	L
A Christ to man a Saviour to the slave	L
Whilst falsely grateful man at the full feast	P
To do God honour makes himself a beast	P
All one and all shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
The seasons as they roll Spring by her side	I3
Lechery and Lent lay folly and church pride	I3
By a rank monk to copulation led	F2
A tub of sainted salt fish on her head	F2
Summer in light transparent gauze array'd	I
Like maids of honour at a masquerade	I
In bawdry gauze for which our daughters leave	L
The fig more modest first brought up by Eve	L
Panting for breath inflamed with lustful fires	A3
Yet wanting strength to perfect her desires	A3
Leaning on Sloth who fainting with the heat	C3
Stops at each step and slumbers on his feet	C3
Autumn when Nature who with sorrow feels	A3
Her dread foe Winter treading on her heels	A3
Makes up in value what she wants in length	J4
Exerts her powers and puts forth all her strength	J4
Bids corn and fruits in full perfection rise	A3
Corn fairly tax'd and fruits without excise	A3
Winter benumb'd with cold no longer known	R2
By robes of fur since furs became our own	R2
A hag who loathing all by all is loathed	K4
With weekly daily hourly libels clothed	K4
Vile Faction at her heels who mighty grown	R2
Would rule the ruler and foreclose the throne	R2
Would turn all state affairs into a trade	I
Make laws one day the next to be unmade	I
Beggar at home a people fear'd abroad	L4
And force defeated make them slaves by fraud	L4
All one and all shall in this chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
The year grand circle in whose ample round	S2
The seasons regular and fix'd are bound	S2
Who in his course repeated o'er and o'er	T
Sees the same things which he had seen before	T
The same stars keep their watch and the same sun	F4
Runs in the track where he from first hath run	F4
The same moon rules the night tides ebb and flow	J2
Man is a puppet and this world a show	J2
Their old dull follies old dull fools pursue	L
And vice in nothing but in mode is new	L
He a lord now fair befall that pride	I3
He lived a villain but a lord he died	I3
Dashwood is pious Berkeley fix'd as Fate	M4
Sandwich thank Heaven first minister of state	M4
And though by fools despised by saints unbless'd	M4
By friends neglected and by foes oppress'd	M4
Scorning the servile arts of each court elf	L
Founded on honour Wilkes is still himself	L
The year encircled with the various train	L3
Which waits and fills the glories of his reign	L3
Shall taking up this theme in chorus join	W3
And dumb to others' praise be loud in mine	T2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	A3
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	A3
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	V2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	V2
The praises of so great and good a king	W2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	W2
Thus far in sport nor let our critics hence	A3
Who sell out monthly trash and call it sense	A3
Too lightly of our present labours deem	N4
Or judge at random of so high a theme	N4
High is our theme and worthy are the men	N3
To feel the sharpest stroke of Satire's pen	N3
But when kind Time a proper season brings	A3
In serious mood to treat of serious things	A3
Then shall they find disdaining idle play	X2
That I can be as grave and dull as they	X2
Thus far in sport nor let half patriots those	A3
Who shrink from every blast of Power which blows	A3
Who with tame cowardice familiar grown	R2
Would hear my thoughts but fear to speak their own	R2
Who lest bold truths to do sage Prudence spite	M4
Should burst the portals of their lips by night	M4
Tremble to trust themselves one hour in sleep	K3
Condemn our course and hold our caution cheap	K3
When brave Occasion bids for some great end	M4
When Honour calls the poet as a friend	M4
Then shall they find that e'en on Danger's brink	O4
He dares to speak what they scarce dare to think	O4

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