The Ghost - Book I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHIJKLL MMNNOOPPQRMMIHSSSSTT MMUUSSPPVVWWXXYZMMRR ZZA2B2C2C2MMD2D2XE2S SF2F2SSG2H2I2I2ZZJ2J 2SSK2K2SSJ2J2SSB2A2L 2L2ZZSSSSL2L2MMMMZZS SZZM2M2SSN2O2L2L2MMS SSSSSMMZZZZSZL2L2MMM MSSZZSSZZSSZZMMSSP2L 2SSSSSSZZQ2Q2MMI2I2M MMMSSSSSSMMMMR2R2GGS SZZMMZZGGMMSSS2S2ZZS SF2F2T2RT2

With eager search to dart the soulA
Curiously vain from pole to poleA
And from the planets' wandering spheresB
To extort the number of our yearsB
And whether all those years shall flowC
Serenely smooth and free from woeC
Or rude misfortune shall deformD
Our life with one continual stormD
Or if the scene shall motley beE
Alternate joy and miseryE
Is a desire which more or lessF
All men must feel though few confessF
Hence every place and every ageG
Affords subsistence to the sageG
Who free from this world and its caresH
Holds an acquaintance with the starsI
From whom he gains intelligenceJ
Of things to come some ages henceK
Which unto friends at easy ratesL
He readily communicatesL
At its first rise which all agree onM
This noble science was ChaldeanM
That ancient people as they fedN
Their flocks upon the mountain's headN
Gazed on the stars observed their motionsO
And suck'd in astrologic notionsO
Which they so eagerly pursueP
As folks are apt whate'er is newP
That things below at random roveQ
Whilst they're consulting things aboveR
And when they now so poor were grownM
That they'd no houses of their ownM
They made bold with their friends the starsI
And prudently made use of theirsH
To Egypt from Chaldee it travell'dS
And Fate at Memphis was unravell'dS
The exotic science soon struck rootS
And flourish'd into high reputeS
Each learned priest oh strange to tellT
Could circles make and cast a spellT
Could read and write and taught the nationM
The holy art of divinationM
Nobles themselves for at that timeU
Knowledge in nobles was no crimeU
Could talk as learned as the priestS
And prophesy as much at leastS
Hence all the fortune telling crewP
Whose crafty skill mars Nature's hueP
Who in vile tatters with smirch'd faceV
Run up and down from place to placeV
To gratify their friends' desiresW
From Bampfield Carew to Moll SquiresW
Are rightly term'd Egyptians allX
Whom we mistaking Gypsies callX
The Grecian sages borrow'd thisY
As they did other sciencesZ
From fertile Egypt though the loanM
They had not honesty to ownM
Dodona's oaks inspired by JoveR
A learned and prophetic groveR
Turn'd vegetable necromancersZ
And to all comers gave their answersZ
At Delphos to Apollo dearA2
All men the voice of Fate might hearB2
Each subtle priest on three legg'd stoolC2
To take in wise men play'd the foolC2
A mystery so made for gainM
E'en now in fashion must remainM
Enthusiasts never will let dropD2
What brings such business to their shopD2
And that great saint we Whitefield callX
Keeps up the humbug spiritualE2
Among the Romans not a birdS
Without a prophecy was heardS
Fortunes of empires often hungF2
On the magician magpie's tongueF2
And every crow was to the stateS
A sure interpreter of FateS
Prophets embodied in a collegeG2
Time out of mind your seat of knowledgeH2
For genius never fruit can bearI2
Unless it first is planted thereI2
And solid learning never fallsZ
Without the verge of college wallsZ
Infallible accounts would keepJ2
When it was best to watch or sleepJ2
To eat or drink to go or stayS
And when to fight or run awayS
When matters were for action ripeK2
By looking at a double tripeK2
When emperors would live or dieS
They in an ass's skull could spyS
When generals would their station keepJ2
Or turn their backs in hearts of sheepJ2
In matters whether small or greatS
In private families or stateS
As amongst us the holy seerB2
Officiously would interfereA2
With pious arts and reverend skillL2
Would bend lay bigots to his willL2
Would help or injure foes or friendsZ
Just as it served his private endsZ
Whether in honest way of tradeS
Traps for virginity were laidS
Or if to make their party greatS
Designs were form'd against the stateS
Regardless of the common wealL2
By interest led which they call zealL2
Into the scale was always thrownM
The will of Heaven to back their ownM
England a happy land we knowM
Where follies naturally growM
Where without culture they ariseZ
And tower above the common sizeZ
England a fortune telling hostS
As numerous as the stars could boastS
Matrons who toss the cup and seeZ
The grounds of Fate in grounds of teaZ
Who versed in every modest loreM2
Can a lost maidenhead restoreM2
Or if their pupils rather choose itS
Can show the readiest way to lose itS
Gypsies who every ill can cureN2
Except the ill of being poorO2
Who charms 'gainst love and agues sellL2
Who can in hen roost set a spellL2
Prepared by arts to them best knownM
To catch all feet except their ownM
Who as to fortune can unlock itS
As easily as pick a pocketS
Scotchmen who in their country's rightS
Possess the gift of second sightS
Who when their barren heaths they quitS
Sure argument of prudent witS
Which reputation to maintainM
They never venture back againM
By lies prophetic heap up richesZ
And boast the luxury of breechesZ
Amongst the rest in former yearsZ
Campbell illustrious name appearsZ
Great hero of futurityS
Who blind could every thing foreseeZ
Who dumb could every thing foretellL2
Who Fate with equity to sellL2
Always dealt out the will of HeavenM
According to what price was givenM
Of Scottish race in Highlands bornM
Possess'd with native pride and scornM
He hither came by custom ledS
To curse the hands which gave him breadS
With want of truth and want of senseZ
Amply made up by impudenceZ
A succedaneum which we findS
In common use with all mankindS
Caress'd and favour'd too by thoseZ
Whose heart with patriot feelings glowsZ
Who foolishly where'er dispersedS
Still place their native country firstS
For Englishmen alone have senseZ
To give a stranger preferenceZ
Whilst modest merit of their ownM
Is left in poverty to groanM
Campbell foretold just what he wouldS
And left the stars to make it goodS
On whom he had impress'd such aweP2
His dictates current pass'd for lawL2
Submissive all his empire own'dS
No star durst smile when Campbell frown'dS
This sage deceased for all must dieS
And Campbell's no more safe than IS
No more than I can guard the heartS
When Death shall hurl the fatal dartS
Succeeded ripe in art and yearsZ
Another favourite of the spheresZ
Another and another cameQ2
Of equal skill and equal fameQ2
As white each wand as black each gownM
As long each beard as wise each frownM
In every thing so like you'd swearI2
Campbell himself was sitting thereI2
To all the happy art was knownM
To tell our fortunes make their ownM
Seated in garret for you knowM
The nearer to the stars we goM
The greater we esteem his artS
Fools curious flock'd from every partS
The rich the poor the maid the marriedS
And those who could not walk were carriedS
The butler hanging down his headS
By chambermaid or cookmaid ledS
Inquires if from his friend the MoonM
He has advice of pilfer'd spoonM
The court bred woman of conditionM
Who to approve her dispositionM
As much superior as her birthR2
To those composed of common earthR2
With double spirit must engageG
In every folly of the ageG
The honourable arts would buyS
To pack the cards and cog a dieS
The hero who for brawn and faceZ
May claim right honourable placeZ
Amongst the chiefs of Butcher rowM
Who might some thirty years agoM
If we may be allow'd to guessZ
At his employment by his dressZ
Put medicines off from cart or stageG
The grand Toscano of the ageG
Or might about the country goM
High steward of a puppet showM
Steward and stewardship most meetS
For all know puppets never eatS
Who would be thought though save the markS2
That point is something in the darkS2
The man of honour one like thoseZ
Renown'd in story who loved blowsZ
Better than victuals and would fightS
Merely for sport from morn to nightS
Who treads like Mavors firm whose tongueF2
Is with the triple thunder hungF2
Who cries to Fear 'Stand off aloof 'T2
And talks as he were cannon proofR
Would be deem'd ready wT2

Charles Churchill



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