The Duellist - Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGGGHHDD IIJJGGKKLLMMEEBBNNOO BBPPQQRRSSRRTTUUVVWX YYZA2CCB2B2C2C2A2A2D D2E2PEEF2F2G2G2H2H2I 2I2DDJ2J2K2K2L2L2CCM 2M2N2N2O2O2DDP2P2PPN 2N2Q2Q2DDR2R2S2S2N2N 2T2T2GGU2U2ZZCCV2V2W 2X2Y2Y2YYN2N2PPZ2Z2N 2N2A3B3OOC3C3C2C2D3D 3GGE3E3GGPPOOF3F3ZZF 3F3ZZGGB2B2GGGGGGHHP PE3E3ZZGGGGG3G3H3H3G GGGY2Y2G3G3I3I3ZZGGG GF3F3GZ| Deep in the bosom of a wood | A |
| Out of the road a Temple stood | A |
| Ancient and much the worse for wear | B |
| It call'd aloud for quick repair | B |
| And tottering from side to side | C |
| Menaced destruction far and wide | C |
| Nor able seem'd unless made stronger | D |
| To hold out four or five years longer | D |
| Four hundred pillars from the ground | E |
| Rising in order most unsound | E |
| Some rotten to the heart aloof | F |
| Seem'd to support the tottering roof | F |
| But to inspection nearer laid | G |
| Instead of giving wanted aid | G |
| The structure rare and curious made | G |
| By men most famous in their trade | G |
| A work of years admired by all | H |
| Was suffer'd into dust to fall | H |
| Or just to make it hang together | D |
| And keep off the effects of weather | D |
| Was patch'd and patch'd from time to time | I |
| By wretches whom it were a crime | I |
| A crime which Art would treason hold | J |
| To mention with those names of old | J |
| Builders who had the pile survey'd | G |
| And those not Flitcrofts in their trade | G |
| Doubted the wise hand in a doubt | K |
| Merely sometimes to hand her out | K |
| Whether like churches in a brief | L |
| Taught wisely to obtain relief | L |
| Through Chancery who gives her fees | M |
| To this and other charities | M |
| It must not in all parts unsound | E |
| Be ripp'd and pull'd down to the ground | E |
| Whether though after ages ne'er | B |
| Shall raise a building to compare | B |
| Art if they should their art employ | N |
| Meant to preserve might not destroy | N |
| As human bodies worn away | O |
| Batter'd and hasting to decay | O |
| Bidding the power of Art despair | B |
| Cannot those very medicines bear | B |
| Which and which only can restore | P |
| And make them healthy as before | P |
| To Liberty whose gracious smile | Q |
| Shed peace and plenty o'er the isle | Q |
| Our grateful ancestors her plain | R |
| But faithful children raised this fane | R |
| Full in the front stretch'd out in length | S |
| Where Nature put forth all her strength | S |
| In spring eternal lay a plain | R |
| Where our brave fathers used to train | R |
| Their sons to arms to teach the art | T |
| Of war and steel the infant heart | T |
| Labour their hardy nurse when young | U |
| Their joints had knit their nerves had strung | U |
| Abstinence foe declared to Death | V |
| Had from the time they first drew breath | V |
| The best of doctors with plain food | W |
| Kept pure the channel of their blood | X |
| Health in their cheeks bade colour rise | Y |
| And Glory sparkled in their eyes | Y |
| The instruments of husbandry | Z |
| As in contempt were all thrown by | A2 |
| And flattering a manly pride | C |
| War's keener tools their place supplied | C |
| Their arrows to the head they drew | B2 |
| Swift to the points their javelins flew | B2 |
| They grasp'd the sword they shook the spear | C2 |
| Their fathers felt a pleasing fear | C2 |
| And even Courage standing by | A2 |
| Scarcely beheld with steady eye | A2 |
| Each stripling lesson'd by his sire | D |
| Knew when to close when to retire | D2 |
| When near at hand when from afar | E2 |
| To fight and was himself a war | P |
| Their wives their mothers all around | E |
| Careless of order on the ground | E |
| Breathed forth to Heaven the pious vow | F2 |
| And for a son's or husband's brow | F2 |
| With eager fingers laurel wove | G2 |
| Laurel which in the sacred grove | G2 |
| Planted by Liberty they find | H2 |
| The brows of conquerors to bind | H2 |
| To give them pride and spirit fit | I2 |
| To make a world in arms submit | I2 |
| What raptures did the bosom fire | D |
| Of the young rugged peasant sire | D |
| When from the toil of mimic fight | J2 |
| Returning with return of night | J2 |
| He saw his babe resign the breast | K2 |
| And smiling stroke those arms in jest | K2 |
| With which hereafter he shall make | L2 |
| The proudest heart in Gallia quake | L2 |
| Gods with what joy what honest pride | C |
| Did each fond wishing rustic bride | C |
| Behold her manly swain return | M2 |
| How did her love sick bosom burn | M2 |
| Though on parades he was not bred | N2 |
| Nor wore the livery of red | N2 |
| When Pleasure heightening all her charms | O2 |
| She strain'd her warrior in her arms | O2 |
| And begg'd whilst love and glory fire | D |
| A son a son just like his sire | D |
| Such were the men in former times | P2 |
| Ere luxury had made our crimes | P2 |
| Our bitter punishment who bore | P |
| Their terrors to a foreign shore | P |
| Such were the men who free from dread | N2 |
| By Edwards and by Henries led | N2 |
| Spread like a torrent swell'd with rains | Q2 |
| O'er haughty Gallia's trembling plains | Q2 |
| Such were the men when lust of power | D |
| To work him woe in evil hour | D |
| Debauch'd the tyrant from those ways | R2 |
| On which a king should found his praise | R2 |
| When stern Oppression hand in hand | S2 |
| With Pride stalk'd proudly through the land | S2 |
| When weeping Justice was misled | N2 |
| From her fair course and Mercy dead | N2 |
| Such were the men in virtue strong | T2 |
| Who dared not see their country's wrong | T2 |
| Who left the mattock and the spade | G |
| And in the robes of War array'd | G |
| In their rough arms departing took | U2 |
| Their helpless babes and with a look | U2 |
| Stern and determined swore to see | Z |
| Those babes no more or see them free | Z |
| Such were the men whom tyrant Pride | C |
| Could never fasten to his side | C |
| By threats or bribes who freemen born | V2 |
| Chains though of gold beheld with scorn | V2 |
| Who free from every servile awe | W2 |
| Could never be divorced from Law | X2 |
| From that broad general law which Sense | Y2 |
| Made for the general defence | Y2 |
| Could never yield to partial ties | Y |
| Which from dependant stations rise | Y |
| Could never be to slavery led | N2 |
| For Property was at their head | N2 |
| Such were the men in days of yore | P |
| Who call'd by Liberty before | P |
| Her temple on the sacred green | Z2 |
| In martial pastimes oft were seen | Z2 |
| Now seen no longer in their stead | N2 |
| To laziness and vermin bred | N2 |
| A race who strangers to the cause | A3 |
| Of Freedom live by other laws | B3 |
| On other motives fight a prey | O |
| To interest and slaves for pay | O |
| Valour how glorious on a plan | C3 |
| Of honour founded leads their van | C3 |
| Discretion free from taint of fear | C2 |
| Cool but resolved brings up their rear | C2 |
| Discretion Valour's better half | D3 |
| Dependence holds the general's staff | D3 |
| In plain and home spun garb array'd | G |
| Not for vain show but service made | G |
| In a green flourishing old age | E3 |
| Not damn'd yet with an equipage | E3 |
| In rules of Porterage untaught | G |
| Simplicity not worth a groat | G |
| For years had kept the Temple door | P |
| Full on his breast a glass he wore | P |
| Through which his bosom open lay | O |
| To every one who pass'd that way | O |
| Now turn'd adrift with humbler face | F3 |
| But prouder heart his vacant place | F3 |
| Corruption fills and bears the key | Z |
| No entrance now without a fee | Z |
| With belly round and full fat face | F3 |
| Which on the house reflected grace | F3 |
| Full of good fare and honest glee | Z |
| The steward Hospitality | Z |
| Old Welcome smiling by his side | G |
| A good old servant often tried | G |
| And faithful found who kept in view | B2 |
| His lady's fame and interest too | B2 |
| Who made each heart with joy rebound | G |
| Yet never ran her state aground | G |
| Was turn'd off or which word I find | G |
| Is more in modern use resign'd | G |
| Half starved half starving others bred | G |
| In beggary with carrion fed | G |
| Detested and detesting all | H |
| Made up of avarice and gall | H |
| Boasting great thrift yet wasting more | P |
| Than ever steward did before | P |
| Succeeded one who to engage | E3 |
| The praise of an exhausted age | E3 |
| Assumed a name of high degree | Z |
| And call'd himself Economy | Z |
| Within the Temple full in sight | G |
| Where without ceasing day and night | G |
| The workmen toiled where Labour bared | G |
| His brawny arm where Art prepared | G |
| In regular and even rows | G3 |
| Her types a printing press arose | G3 |
| Each workman knew his task and each | H3 |
| Was honest and expert as Leach | H3 |
| Hence Learning struck a deeper root | G |
| And Science brought forth riper fruit | G |
| Hence Loyalty received support | G |
| Even when banish'd from the court | G |
| Hence Government gain'd strength and hence | Y2 |
| Religion sought and found defence | Y2 |
| Hence England's fairest fame arose | G3 |
| And Liberty subdued her foes | G3 |
| On a low simple turf made throne | I3 |
| Raised by Allegiance scarcely known | I3 |
| From her attendants glad to be | Z |
| Pattern of that equality | Z |
| She wish'd to all so far as could | G |
| Safely consist with social good | G |
| The goddess sat around her head | G |
| A cheerful radiance Glory spread | G |
| Courage a youth of royal race | F3 |
| Lovelily stern possess'd a place | F3 |
| On her left hand and on her right | G |
| Sat Honour clothed with robes of lig | Z |
Charles Churchill
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