Gotham - Book I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLCCEEMMNNOOPPQQRR SSTTUUFFVVWWXXQQYYZZ A2A2B2B2KKC2C2D2E2F2 F2G2G2H2H2III2I2J2J2 AARRK2K2L2L2M2M2N2N2 O2O2SSP2P2Q2Q2R2R2MM O2O2S2S2T2T2U2U2V2V2 W2W2QQKKX2X2Y2Y2R2R2 Z2Z2Z2Z2Z2Z2Z2Z2BBA3 A3Z2Z2B3B3C3C3D3D3Z2 Z2E3E3P2P2F3F3R2R2Z2 Z2U2U2V2V2AAG3G3H3H3 E3E3Z2Z2I3J3Far off no matter whether east or west | A |
A real country or one made in jest | A |
Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced | B |
Nor by map jobbers wretchedly misplaced | B |
There lies an island neither great nor small | C |
Which for distinction sake I Gotham call | C |
The man who finds an unknown country out | D |
By giving it a name acquires no doubt | D |
A Gospel title though the people there | E |
The pious Christian thinks not worth his care | E |
Bar this pretence and into air is hurl'd | F |
The claim of Europe to the Western world | F |
Cast by a tempest on the savage coast | G |
Some roving buccaneer set up a post | G |
A beam in proper form transversely laid | H |
Of his Redeemer's cross the figure made | H |
Of that Redeemer with whose laws his life | I |
From first to last had been one scene of strife | I |
His royal master's name thereon engraved | J |
Without more process the whole race enslaved | J |
Cut off that charter they from Nature drew | K |
And made them slaves to men they never knew | K |
Search ancient histories consult records | L |
Under this title the most Christian lords | L |
Hold thanks to conscience more than half the ball | C |
O'erthrow this title they have none at all | C |
For never yet might any monarch dare | E |
Who lived to Truth and breathed a Christian air | E |
Pretend that Christ who came we all agree | M |
To bless his people and to set them free | M |
To make a convert ever one law gave | N |
By which converters made him first a slave | N |
Spite of the glosses of a canting priest | O |
Who talks of charity but means a feast | O |
Who recommends it whilst he seems to feel | P |
The holy glowings of a real zeal | P |
To all his hearers as a deed of worth | Q |
To give them heaven whom they have robb'd of earth | Q |
Never shall one one truly honest man | R |
Who bless'd with Liberty reveres her plan | R |
Allow one moment that a savage sire | S |
Could from his wretched race for childish hire | S |
By a wild grant their all their freedom pass | T |
And sell his country for a bit of glass | T |
Or grant this barbarous right let Spain and France | U |
In slavery bred as purchasers advance | U |
Let them whilst Conscience is at distance hurl'd | F |
With some gay bauble buy a golden world | F |
An Englishman in charter'd freedom born | V |
Shall spurn the slavish merchandise shall scorn | V |
To take from others through base private views | W |
What he himself would rather die than lose | W |
Happy the savage of those early times | X |
Ere Europe's sons were known and Europe's crimes | X |
Gold cursed gold slept in the womb of earth | Q |
Unfelt its mischiefs as unknown its worth | Q |
In full content he found the truest wealth | Y |
In toil he found diversion food and health | Y |
Stranger to ease and luxury of courts | Z |
His sports were labours and his labours sports | Z |
His youth was hardy and his old age green | A2 |
Life's morn was vigorous and her eve serene | A2 |
No rules he held but what were made for use | B2 |
No arts he learn'd nor ills which arts produce | B2 |
False lights he follow'd but believed them true | K |
He knew not much but lived to what he knew | K |
Happy thrice happy now the savage race | C2 |
Since Europe took their gold and gave them grace | C2 |
Pastors she sends to help them in their need | D2 |
Some who can't write with others who can't read | E2 |
And on sure grounds the gospel pile to rear | F2 |
Sends missionary felons every year | F2 |
Our vices with more zeal than holy prayers | G2 |
She teaches them and in return takes theirs | G2 |
Her rank oppressions give them cause to rise | H2 |
Her want of prudence means and arms supplies | H2 |
Whilst her brave rage not satisfied with life | I |
Rising in blood adopts the scalping knife | I |
Knowledge she gives enough to make them know | I2 |
How abject is their state how deep their woe | I2 |
The worth of freedom strongly she explains | J2 |
Whilst she bows down and loads their necks with chains | J2 |
Faith too she plants for her own ends impress'd | A |
To make them bear the worst and hope the best | A |
And whilst she teaches on vile Interest's plan | R |
As laws of God the wild decrees of man | R |
Like Pharisees of whom the Scriptures tell | K2 |
She makes them ten times more the sons of Hell | K2 |
But whither do these grave reflections tend | L2 |
Are they design'd for any or no end | L2 |
Briefly but this to prove that by no act | M2 |
Which Nature made that by no equal pact | M2 |
'Twixt man and man which might if Justice heard | N2 |
Stand good that by no benefits conferr'd | N2 |
Or purchase made Europe in chains can hold | O2 |
The sons of India and her mines of gold | O2 |
Chance led her there in an accursed hour | S |
She saw and made the country hers by power | S |
Nor drawn by virtue's love from love of fame | P2 |
Shall my rash folly controvert the claim | P2 |
Or wish in thought that title overthrown | Q2 |
Which coincides with and involves my own | Q2 |
Europe discover'd India first I found | R2 |
My right to Gotham on the self same ground | R2 |
I first discover'd it nor shall that plea | M |
To her be granted and denied to me | M |
I plead possession and till one more bold | O2 |
Shall drive me out will that possession hold | O2 |
With Europe's rights my kindred rights I twine | S2 |
Hers be the Western world be Gotham mine | S2 |
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice | T2 |
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice | T2 |
The voice of gladness and on every tongue | U2 |
In strains of gratitude be praises hung | U2 |
The praises of so great and good a king | V2 |
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing | V2 |
As on a day a high and holy day | W2 |
Let every instrument of music play | W2 |
Ancient and modern those which drew their birth | Q |
Punctilios laid aside from Pagan earth | Q |
As well as those by Christian made and Jew | K |
Those known to many and those known to few | K |
Those which in whim and frolic lightly float | X2 |
And those which swell the slow and solemn note | X2 |
Those which whilst Reason stands in wonder by | Y2 |
Make some complexions laugh and others cry | Y2 |
Those which by some strange faculty of sound | R2 |
Can build walls up and raze them to the ground | R2 |
Those which can tear up forests by the roots | Z2 |
And make brutes dance like men and men like brutes | Z2 |
Those which whilst Ridicule leads up the dance | Z2 |
Make clowns of Monmouth ape the fops of France | Z2 |
Those which where Lady Dulness with Lord Mayors | Z2 |
Presides disdaining light and trifling airs | Z2 |
Hallow the feast with psalmody and those | Z2 |
Which planted in our churches to dispose | Z2 |
And lift the mind to Heaven are disgraced | B |
With what a foppish organist calls Taste | B |
All from the fiddle on which every fool | A3 |
The pert son of dull sire discharged from school | A3 |
Serves an apprenticeship in college ease | Z2 |
And rises through the gamut to degrees | Z2 |
To those which though less common not less sweet | B3 |
From famed Saint Giles's and more famed Vine Street | B3 |
Where Heaven the utmost wish of man to grant | C3 |
Gave me an old house and an older aunt | C3 |
Thornton whilst Humour pointed out the road | D3 |
To her arch cub hath hitch'd into an ode | D3 |
All instruments attend ye listening spheres | Z2 |
Attend ye sons of men and hear with ears | Z2 |
All instruments nor shall they seek one hand | E3 |
Impress'd from modern Music's coxcomb band | E3 |
All instruments self acted at my name | P2 |
Shall pour forth harmony and loud proclaim | P2 |
Loud but yet sweet to the according globe | F3 |
My praises whilst gay Nature in a robe | F3 |
A coxcomb doctor's robe to the full sound | R2 |
Keeps time like Boyce and the world dances round | R2 |
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice | Z2 |
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice | Z2 |
The voice of gladness and on every tongue | U2 |
In strains of gratitude be praises hung | U2 |
The praises of so great and good a king | V2 |
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing | V2 |
Infancy straining backward from the breast | A |
Tetchy and wayward what he loveth best | A |
Refusing in his fits whilst all the while | G3 |
The mother eyes the wrangler with a smile | G3 |
And the fond father sits on t' other side | H3 |
Laughs at his moods and views his spleen with pride | H3 |
Shall murmur forth my name whilst at his hand | E3 |
Nurse stands interpreter through Gotham's land | E3 |
Childhood who like an April morn appears | Z2 |
Sunshine and rain hopes clouded o'er with fears | Z2 |
Pleased and displeased by starts in passion warm | I3 |
In reason | J3 |
Charles Churchill
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