The Ghost - Book Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBCCDDEFGGHHAAII JJKKAALLMMAANNAAGGOO PPQQAARRSSTTUUAAVVWW XXYYAAMMDDGGEEAAUUZZ AAA2A2EEGGB2B2C2D2AA E2E2F2F2XXE2E2AAAAG2 G2AAJJJJH2H2I2I2XXJ2 J2JJJJHHE2E2UUJJI2I2 IITTJJK2K2JJE2E2L2L2 JJM2M2WWN2N2UUO2O2JJ I2I2XXB2B2PPI2I2VVE2 E2RRJJE2E2P2P2RRJJBB UUJJMMQ2R2H2H2E2E2L2 L2JJS2S2MMIIN2N2RRJJ MMT2T2BBJJU2J| Coxcombs who vainly make pretence | A |
| To something of exalted sense | A |
| 'Bove other men and gravely wise | A |
| Affect those pleasures to despise | A |
| Which merely to the eye confined | B |
| Bring no improvement to the mind | B |
| Rail at all pomp they would not go | C |
| For millions to a puppet show | C |
| Nor can forgive the mighty crime | D |
| Of countenancing pantomime | D |
| No not at Covent Garden where | E |
| Without a head for play or player | F |
| Or could a head be found most fit | G |
| Without one player to second it | G |
| They must obeying Folly's call | H |
| Thrive by mere show or not at all | H |
| With these grave fops who bless their brains | A |
| Most cruel to themselves take pains | A |
| For wretchedness and would be thought | I |
| Much wiser than a wise man ought | I |
| For his own happiness to be | J |
| Who what they hear and what they see | J |
| And what they smell and taste and feel | K |
| Distrust till Reason sets her seal | K |
| And by long trains of consequences | A |
| Insured gives sanction to the senses | A |
| Who would not Heaven forbid it waste | L |
| One hour in what the world calls Taste | L |
| Nor fondly deign to laugh or cry | M |
| Unless they know some reason why | M |
| With these grave fops whose system seems | A |
| To give up certainty for dreams | A |
| The eye of man is understood | N |
| As for no other purpose good | N |
| Than as a door through which of course | A |
| Their passage crowding objects force | A |
| A downright usher to admit | G |
| New comers to the court of Wit | G |
| Good Gravity forbear thy spleen | O |
| When I say Wit I Wisdom mean | O |
| Where such the practice of the court | P |
| Which legal precedents support | P |
| Not one idea is allow'd | Q |
| To pass unquestion'd in the crowd | Q |
| But ere it can obtain the grace | A |
| Of holding in the brain a place | A |
| Before the chief in congregation | R |
| Must stand a strict examination | R |
| Not such as those who physic twirl | S |
| Full fraught with death from every curl | S |
| Who prove with all becoming state | T |
| Their voice to be the voice of Fate | T |
| Prepared with essence drop and pill | U |
| To be another Ward or Hill | U |
| Before they can obtain their ends | A |
| To sign death warrants for their friends | A |
| And talents vast as theirs employ | V |
| Secundum artem to destroy | V |
| Must pass or laws their rage restrain | W |
| Before the chiefs of Warwick Lane | W |
| Thrice happy Lane where uncontroll'd | X |
| In power and lethargy grown old | X |
| Most fit to take in this bless'd land | Y |
| The reins which fell from Wyndham's hand | Y |
| Her lawful throne great Dulness rears | A |
| Still more herself as more in years | A |
| Where she and who shall dare deny | M |
| Her right when Reeves and Chauncy's by | M |
| Calling to mind in ancient time | D |
| One Garth who err'd in wit and rhyme | D |
| Ordains from henceforth to admit | G |
| None of the rebel sons of Wit | G |
| And makes it her peculiar care | E |
| That Schomberg never shall be there | E |
| Not such as those whom Polly trains | A |
| To letters though unbless'd with brains | A |
| Who destitute of power and will | U |
| To learn are kept to learning still | U |
| Whose heads when other methods fail | Z |
| Receive instruction from the tail | Z |
| Because their sires a common case | A |
| Which brings the children to disgrace | A |
| Imagine it a certain rule | A2 |
| They never could beget a fool | A2 |
| Must pass or must compound for ere | E |
| The chaplain full of beef and prayer | E |
| Will give his reverend permit | G |
| Announcing them for orders fit | G |
| So that the prelate what's a name | B2 |
| All prelates now are much the same | B2 |
| May with a conscience safe and quiet | C2 |
| With holy hands lay on that fiat | D2 |
| Which doth all faculties dispense | A |
| All sanctity all faith all sense | A |
| Makes Madan quite a saint appear | E2 |
| And makes an oracle of Cheere | E2 |
| Not such as in that solemn seat | F2 |
| Where the Nine Ladies hold retreat | F2 |
| The Ladies Nine who as we're told | X |
| Scorning those haunts they loved of old | X |
| The banks of Isis now prefer | E2 |
| Nor will one hour from Oxford stir | E2 |
| Are held for form which Balaam's ass | A |
| As well as Balaam's self might pass | A |
| And with his master take degrees | A |
| Could he contrive to pay the fees | A |
| Men of sound parts who deeply read | G2 |
| O'erload the storehouse of the head | G2 |
| With furniture they ne'er can use | A |
| Cannot forgive our rambling Muse | A |
| This wild excursion cannot see | J |
| Why Physic and Divinity | J |
| To the surprise of all beholders | J |
| Are lugg'd in by the head and shoulders | J |
| Or how in any point of view | H2 |
| Oxford hath any thing to do | H2 |
| But men of nice and subtle learning | I2 |
| Remarkable for quick discerning | I2 |
| Through spectacles of critic mould | X |
| Without instruction will behold | X |
| That we a method here have got | J2 |
| To show what is by what is not | J2 |
| And that our drift parenthesis | J |
| For once apart is briefly this | J |
| Within the brain's most secret cells | J |
| A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells | J |
| Of sovereign power whom one and all | H |
| With common voice we Reason call | H |
| Though for the purposes of satire | E2 |
| A name in truth is no great matter | E2 |
| Jefferies or Mansfield which you will | U |
| It means a Lord Chief Justice still | U |
| Here so our great projectors say | J |
| The Senses all must homage pay | J |
| Hither they all must tribute bring | I2 |
| And prostrate fall before their king | I2 |
| Whatever unto them is brought | I |
| Is carried on the wings of Thought | I |
| Before his throne where in full state | T |
| He on their merits holds debate | T |
| Examines cross examines weighs | J |
| Their right to censure or to praise | J |
| Nor doth his equal voice depend | K2 |
| On narrow views of foe and friend | K2 |
| Nor can or flattery or force | J |
| Divert him from his steady course | J |
| The channel of Inquiry's clear | E2 |
| No sham examination's here | E2 |
| He upright justicer no doubt | L2 |
| Ad libitum puts in and out | L2 |
| Adjusts and settles in a trice | J |
| What virtue is and what is vice | J |
| What is perfection what defect | M2 |
| What we must choose and what reject | M2 |
| He takes upon him to explain | W |
| What pleasure is and what is pain | W |
| Whilst we obedient to the whim | N2 |
| And resting all our faith on him | N2 |
| True members of the Stoic Weal | U |
| Must learn to think and cease to feel | U |
| This glorious system form'd for man | O2 |
| To practise when and how he can | O2 |
| If the five Senses in alliance | J |
| To Reason hurl a proud defiance | J |
| And though oft conquer'd yet unbroke | I2 |
| Endeavour to throw off that yoke | I2 |
| Which they a greater slavery hold | X |
| Than Jewish bondage was of old | X |
| Or if they something touch'd with shame | B2 |
| Allow him to retain the name | B2 |
| Of Royalty and as in sport | P |
| To hold a mimic formal court | P |
| Permitted no uncommon thing | I2 |
| To be a kind of puppet king | I2 |
| And suffer'd by the way of toy | V |
| To hold a globe but not employ | V |
| Our system mongers struck with fear | E2 |
| Prognosticate destruction near | E2 |
| All things to anarchy must run | R |
| The little world of man's undone | R |
| Nay should the Eye that nicest sense | J |
| Neglect to send intelligence | J |
| Unto the Brain distinct and clear | E2 |
| Of all that passes in her sphere | E2 |
| Should she presumptuous joy receive | P2 |
| Without the Understanding's leave | P2 |
| They deem it rank and daring treason | R |
| Against the monarchy of Reason | R |
| Not thinking though they're wondrous wise | J |
| That few have reason most have eyes | J |
| So that the pleasures of the mind | B |
| To a small circle are confined | B |
| Whilst those which to the senses fall | U |
| Become the property of all | U |
| Besides and this is sure a case | J |
| Not much at present out of place | J |
| Where Nature reason doth deny | M |
| No art can that defect supply | M |
| But if for it is our intent | Q2 |
| Fairly to state the argument | R2 |
| A man should want an eye or two | H2 |
| The remedy is sure though new | H2 |
| The cure's at hand no need of fear | E2 |
| For proof behold the Chevalier | E2 |
| As well prepared beyond all doubt | L2 |
| To put eyes in as put them out | L2 |
| But argument apart which tends | J |
| To embitter foes and separate friends | J |
| Nor turn'd apostate from the Nine | S2 |
| Would I though bred up a divine | S2 |
| And foe of course to Reason's Weal | M |
| Widen that breach I cannot heal | M |
| By his own sense and feelings taught | I |
| In speech as liberal as in thought | I |
| Let every man enjoy his whim | N2 |
| What's he to me or I to him | N2 |
| Might I though never robed in ermine | R |
| A matter of this weight determine | R |
| No penalties should settled be | J |
| To force men to hypocrisy | J |
| To make them ape an awkward zeal | M |
| And feeling not pretend to feel | M |
| I would not have might sentence rest | T2 |
| Finally fix'd within my breast | T2 |
| E'en Annet censured and confined | B |
| Because we're of a different mind | B |
| Nature who in her act most free | J |
| Herself delights in liberty | J |
| Profuse in love and without bound | U2 |
| Pours joy on every crea | J |
Charles Churchill
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