The Journey.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Some of my friends for friends I must supposeA
All who not daring to appear my foesA
Feign great good will and not more full of spiteB
Than full of craft under false colours fightB
Some of my friends so lavishly I printC
As more in sorrow than in anger hintC
Though that indeed will scarce admit a doubtD
That I shall run my stock of genius outD
My no great stock and publishing so fastE
Must needs become a bankrupt at the lastE
'The husbandman to spare a thankful soilF
Which rich in disposition pays his toilF
More than a hundredfold which swells his storeG
E'en to his wish and makes his barns run o'erH
By long Experience taught who teaches bestI
Foregoes his hopes a while and gives it restI
The land allow'd its losses to repairJ
Refresh'd and full in strength delights to wearJ
A second youth and to the farmer's eyesK
Bids richer crops and double harvests riseK
'Nor think this practice to the earth confinedL
It reaches to the culture of the mindL
The mind of man craves rest and cannot bearJ
Though next in power to God's continual careJ
Genius himself nor here let Genius frownM
Must to ensure his vigour be laid downM
And fallow'd well had Churchill known but thisN
Which the most slight observer scarce could missN
He might have flourish'd twenty years or moreG
Though now alas poor man worn out in four 'O
Recover'd from the vanity of youthP
I feel alas this melancholy truthP
Thanks to each cordial each advising friendQ
And am if not too late resolved to mendQ
Resolved to give some respite to my penR
Apply myself once more to books and menR
View what is present what is past reviewS
And my old stock exhausted lay in newS
For twice six moons let winds turn'd porters bearJ
This oath to Heaven for twice six moons I swearJ
No Muse shall tempt me with her siren layT
Nor draw me from Improvement's thorny wayT
Verse I abjure nor will forgive that friendQ
Who in my hearing shall a rhyme commendQ
It cannot be whether I will or noU
Such as they are my thoughts in measure flowU
Convinced determined I in prose beginV
But ere I write one sentence verse creeps inV
And taints me through and through by this good lightB
In verse I talk by day I dream by nightB
If now and then I curse my curses chimeW
Nor can I pray unless I pray in rhymeW
E'en now I err in spite of Common SenseX
And my confession doubles my offenceX
Rest then my friends spare spare your precious breathY
And be your slumbers not less sound than deathY
Perturbed spirits rest nor thus appearZ
To waste your counsels in a spendthrift's earA2
On your grave lessons I cannot subsistB2
Nor even in verse become economistB2
Rest then my friends nor hateful to my eyesX
Let Envy in the shape of Pity riseX
To blast me ere my time with patience waitC2
'Tis no long interval propitious FateC2
Shall glut your pride and every son of phlegmD2
Find ample room to censure and condemnD2
Read some three hundred lines no easy taskE2
But probably the last that I shall askE2
And give me up for ever wait one hourH
Nay not so much revenge is in your powerH
And ye may cry ere Time hath turn'd his glassX
Lo what we prophesied is come to passX
Let those who poetry in poems claimF2
Or not read this or only read to blameF2
Let those who are by Fiction's charms enslavedG2
Return me thanks for half a crown well savedG2
Let those who love a little gall in rhymeW
Postpone their purchase now and call next timeW
Let those who void of Nature look for ArtH2
Take up their money and in peace departH2
Let those who energy of diction prizeX
For Billingsgate quit Flexney and be wiseX
Here is no lie no gall no art no forceX
Mean are the words and such as come of courseX
The subject not less simple than the layT
A plain unlabour'd Journey of a DayT
Far from me now be every tuneful maidI2
I neither ask nor can receive their aidI2
Pegasus turn'd into a common hackJ2
Alone I jog and keep the beaten trackJ2
Nor would I have the Sisters of the hillK2
Behold their bard in such a dishabilleK2
Absent but only absent for a timeW
Let them caress some dearer son of RhymeW
Let them as far as decency permitsX
Without suspicion play the fool with witsX
'Gainst fools be guarded 'tis a certain ruleK2
Wits are safe things there's danger in a foolK2
Let them though modest Gray more modest wooS
Let them with Mason bleat and bray and cooS
Let them with Franklin proud of some small GreekL2
Make Sophocles disguised in English speakL2
Let them with Glover o'er Medea dozeX
Let them with Dodsley wail Cleone's woesX
Whilst he fine feeling creature all in tearsX
Melts as they melt and weeps with weeping peersX
Let them with simple Whitehead taught to creepM2
Silent and soft lay Fontenelle asleepM2
Let them with Browne contrive no vulgar trickN2
To cure the dead and make the living sickN2
Let them in charity to Murphy giveO2
Some old French piece that he may steal and liveP2
Let them with antic Foote subscriptions getQ2
And advertise a summer house of witR2
Thus or in any better way they pleaseX
With these great men or with great men like theseX
Let them their appetite for laughter feedS2
I on my Journey all alone proceedS2
If fashionable grown and fond of powerH
With humorous Scots let them disport their hourH
Let them dance fairy like round Ossian's tombT2
Let them forge lies and histories for HumeT2
Let them with Home the very prince of verseX
Make something like a tragedy in ErseX
Under dark Allegory's flimsy veilK2
Let them with Ogilvie spin out a taleK2
Of rueful length let them plain things obscureU2
Debase what's truly rich and what is poorV2
Make poorer still by jargon most uncouthP
With every pert prim prettiness of youthP
Born of false taste with Fancy like a childW2
Not knowing what it cries for running wildW2
With bloated style by Affectation taughtX2
With much false colouring and little thoughtX2
With phrases strange and dialect decreedS2
By Reason never to have pass'd the TweedS2
With words which Nature meant each other's foeU
Forced to compound whether they will or noU
With such materials let them if they willK2
To prove at once their pleasantry and skillK2
Build up a bard to war 'gainst Common SenseX
By way of compliment to ProvidenceX
Let them with Armstrong taking leave of SenseX
Read musty lectures on BenevolenceX
Or con the pages of his gaping DayT
Where all his former fame was thrown awayT
Where all but barren labour was forgotY2
And the vain stiffness of a letter'd ScotY2
Let them with Armstrong pass the term of lightB
But not one hour of darkness when the nightB
Suspends this mortal coil when Memory wakesX
When for our past misdoings Conscience takesX
A deep revenge when by Reflection ledZ2
She draws his curtains and looks Comfort deadZ2
Let every Muse be gone in vain he turnsX
And tries to pray for sleep an Aetna burnsX
A more than Aetna in his coward breastI
And Guilt with vengeance arm'd forbids him restI
Though soft as plumage from young Zephyr's wingA3
His couch seems hard and no relief can bringA3
Ingratitude hath planted daggers thereJ
No good man can deserve no brave man bearJ
Thus or in any better way they pleaseX
With these great men or with great men like theseX
Let them their appetite for laughter feedS2
I on my Journey all alone proceedS2

Charles Churchill



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