Independence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNNOBPPQQJJRRST UUNNVVWWXXYYPPZA2B2B 2C2D2E2E2F2F2G2G2BOF 2F2H2H2B2B2HHI2I2J2J 2STC2C2K2K2L2QZZM2M2 KKN2N2O2O2M2M2M2M2F2 F2B2B2B2B2PPKKYYBOP2 P2Q2Q2R2R2S2S2T2T2U2 U2FFV2V2B2A2W2W2M2M2 X2X2NY2Z2Z2MA2A3A3J2 J2B3B3C3C3D3D3G2G2E3 E3B2B2S2S2F3F3G3G3W2 W2H3H3PPLLI3Happy the bard though few such bards we find | A |
Who 'bove controlment dares to speak his mind | A |
Dares unabash'd in every place appear | B |
And nothing fears but what he ought to fear | B |
Him Fashion cannot tempt him abject Need | C |
Cannot compel him Pride cannot mislead | C |
To be the slave of Greatness to strike sail | D |
When sweeping onward with her peacock's tail | D |
Quality in full plumage passes by | E |
He views her with a fix'd contemptuous eye | E |
And mocks the puppet keeps his own due state | F |
And is above conversing with the great | F |
Perish those slaves those minions of the quill | G |
Who have conspired to seize that sacred hill | G |
Where the Nine Sisters pour a genuine strain | H |
And sunk the mountain level with the plain | H |
Who with mean private views and servile art | I |
No spark of virtue living in their heart | I |
Have basely turn'd apostates have debased | J |
Their dignity of office have disgraced | J |
Like Eli's sons the altars where they stand | K |
And caused their name to stink through all the land | K |
Have stoop'd to prostitute their venal pen | L |
For the support of great but guilty men | L |
Have made the bard of their own vile accord | M |
Inferior to that thing we call a lord | M |
What is a lord Doth that plain simple word | N |
Contain some magic spell As soon as heard | N |
Like an alarum bell on Night's dull ear | O |
Doth it strike louder and more strong appear | B |
Than other words Whether we will or no | P |
Through Reason's court doth it unquestion'd go | P |
E'en on the mention and of course transmit | Q |
Notions of something excellent of wit | Q |
Pleasing though keen of humour free though chaste | J |
Of sterling genius with sound judgment graced | J |
Of virtue far above temptation's reach | R |
And honour which not malice can impeach | R |
Believe it not 'twas Nature's first intent | S |
Before their rank became their punishment | T |
They should have pass'd for men nor blush'd to prize | U |
The blessings she bestow'd she gave them eyes | U |
And they could see she gave them ears they heard | N |
The instruments of stirring and they stirr'd | N |
Like us they were design'd to eat to drink | V |
To talk and every now and then to think | V |
Till they by Pride corrupted for the sake | W |
Of singularity disclaim'd that make | W |
Till they disdaining Nature's vulgar mode | X |
Flew off and struck into another road | X |
More fitting Quality and to our view | Y |
Came forth a species altogether new | Y |
Something we had not known and could not know | P |
Like nothing of God's making here below | P |
Nature exclaim'd with wonder 'Lords are things | Z |
Which never made by me were made by kings ' | A2 |
A lord nor let the honest and the brave | B2 |
The true old noble with the fool and knave | B2 |
Here mix his fame cursed be that thought of mine | C2 |
Which with a B and E should Grafton join | D2 |
A lord nor here let Censure rashly call | E2 |
My just contempt of some abuse of all | E2 |
And as of late when Sodom was my theme | F2 |
Slander my purpose and my Muse blaspheme | F2 |
Because she stops not rapid in her song | G2 |
To make exceptions as she goes along | G2 |
Though well she hopes to find another year | B |
A whole minority exceptions here | O |
A mere mere lord with nothing but the name | F2 |
Wealth all his worth and title all his fame | F2 |
Lives on another man himself a blank | H2 |
Thankless he lives or must some grandsire thank | H2 |
For smuggled honours and ill gotten pelf | B2 |
A bard owes all to Nature and himself | B2 |
Gods how my soul is burnt up with disdain | H |
When I see men whom Phoebus in his train | H |
Might view with pride lackey the heels of those | I2 |
Whom Genius ranks among her greatest foes | I2 |
And what's the cause Why these same sons of Scorn | J2 |
No thanks to them were to a title born | J2 |
And could not help it by chance hither sent | S |
And only deities by accident | T |
Had Fortune on our getting chanced to shine | C2 |
Their birthright honours had been yours or mine | C2 |
'Twas a mere random stroke and should the Throne | K2 |
Eye thee with favour proud and lordly grown | K2 |
Thou though a bard might'st be their fellow yet | L2 |
But Felix never can be made a wit | Q |
No in good faith that's one of those few things | Z |
Which Fate hath placed beyond the reach of kings | Z |
Bards may be lords but 'tis not in the cards | M2 |
Play how we will to turn lords into bards | M2 |
A bard a lord why let them hand in hand | K |
Go forth as friends and travel through the land | K |
Observe which word the people can digest | N2 |
Most readily which goes to market best | N2 |
Which gets most credit whether men will trust | O2 |
A bard because they think he may be just | O2 |
Or on a lord will chose to risk their gains | M2 |
Though privilege in that point still remains | M2 |
A bard a lord let Reason take her scales | M2 |
And fairly weigh those words see which prevails | M2 |
Which in the balance lightly kicks the beam | F2 |
And which by sinking we the victor deem | F2 |
'Tis done and Hermes by command of Jove | B2 |
Summons a synod in the sacred grove | B2 |
Gods throng with gods to take their chairs on high | B2 |
And sit in state the senate of the sky | B2 |
Whilst in a kind of parliament below | P |
Men stare at those above and want to know | P |
What they're transacting Reason takes her stand | K |
Just in the midst a balance in her hand | K |
Which o'er and o'er she tries and finds it true | Y |
From either side conducted full in view | Y |
A man comes forth of figure strange and queer | B |
We now and then see something like them here | O |
The first was meagre flimsy void of strength | P2 |
But Nature kindly had made up in length | P2 |
What she in breadth denied erect and proud | Q2 |
A head and shoulders taller than the crowd | Q2 |
He deem'd them pigmies all loose hung his skin | R2 |
O'er his bare bones his face so very thin | R2 |
So very narrow and so much beat out | S2 |
That physiognomists have made a doubt | S2 |
Proportion lost expression quite forgot | T2 |
Whether it could be call'd a face or not | T2 |
At end of it howe'er unbless'd with beard | U2 |
Some twenty fathom length of chin appear'd | U2 |
With legs which we might well conceive that Fate | F |
Meant only to support a spider's weight | F |
Firmly he strove to tread and with a stride | V2 |
Which show'd at once his weakness and his pride | V2 |
Shaking himself to pieces seem'd to cry | B2 |
'Observe good people how I shake the sky ' | A2 |
In his right hand a paper did he hold | W2 |
On which at large in characters of gold | W2 |
Distinct and plain for those who run to see | M2 |
Saint Archibald had wrote L O R D | M2 |
This with an air of scorn he from afar | X2 |
Twirl'd into Reason's scales and on that bar | X2 |
Which from his soul he hated yet admired | N |
Quick turn'd his back and as he came retired | Y2 |
The judge to all around his name declared | Z2 |
Each goddess titter'd each god laugh'd Jove stared | Z2 |
And the whole people cried with one accord | M |
'Good Heaven bless us all is that a Lord ' | A2 |
Such was the first the second was a man | A3 |
Whom Nature built on quite a different plan | A3 |
A bear whom from the moment he was born | J2 |
His dam despised and left unlick'd in scorn | J2 |
A Babel which the power of Art outdone | B3 |
She could not finish when she had begun | B3 |
An utter Chaos out of which no might | C3 |
But that of God could strike one spark of light | C3 |
Broad were his shoulders and from blade to blade | D3 |
A H might at full length have laid | D3 |
Vast were his bones his muscles twisted strong | G2 |
His face was short but broader than 'twas long | G2 |
His features though by Nature they were large | E3 |
Contentment had contrived to overcharge | E3 |
And bury meaning save that we might spy | B2 |
Sense lowering on the penthouse of his eye | B2 |
His arms were two twin oaks his legs so stout | S2 |
That they might bear a Mansion house about | S2 |
Nor were they look but at his body there | F3 |
Design'd by Fate a much less weight to bear | F3 |
O'er a brown cassock which had once been black | G3 |
Which hung in tatters on his brawny back | G3 |
A sight most strange and awkward to behold | W2 |
He threw a covering of blue and gold | W2 |
Just at that time of life when man by rule | H3 |
The fop laid down takes up the graver fool | H3 |
He started up a fop and fond of show | P |
Look'd like another Hercules turn'd beau | P |
A subject met with only now and then | L |
Much fitter for the pencil than the pen | L |
Hogarth would dr | I3 |
Charles Churchill
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