The Journey.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHIIJJKK LLJJMMNNGOPPQQRRSSJJ TTQQUUVVBBWWXXYYZA2B 2B2XXC2C2D2D2E2E2HHX XF2F2G2G2WWH2H2XXXXT TI2I2J2J2K2K2WWXXK2K 2SSL2L2XXXXM2M2N2N2O 2P2Q2R2XXS2S2HHT2T2X XK2K2U2V2PPW2W2X2X2S 2S2UUK2K2XXXXTTY2Y2B BXXZ2Z2XXIIA3A3JJXXS 2S2Some of my friends for friends I must suppose | A |
All who not daring to appear my foes | A |
Feign great good will and not more full of spite | B |
Than full of craft under false colours fight | B |
Some of my friends so lavishly I print | C |
As more in sorrow than in anger hint | C |
Though that indeed will scarce admit a doubt | D |
That I shall run my stock of genius out | D |
My no great stock and publishing so fast | E |
Must needs become a bankrupt at the last | E |
'The husbandman to spare a thankful soil | F |
Which rich in disposition pays his toil | F |
More than a hundredfold which swells his store | G |
E'en to his wish and makes his barns run o'er | H |
By long Experience taught who teaches best | I |
Foregoes his hopes a while and gives it rest | I |
The land allow'd its losses to repair | J |
Refresh'd and full in strength delights to wear | J |
A second youth and to the farmer's eyes | K |
Bids richer crops and double harvests rise | K |
'Nor think this practice to the earth confined | L |
It reaches to the culture of the mind | L |
The mind of man craves rest and cannot bear | J |
Though next in power to God's continual care | J |
Genius himself nor here let Genius frown | M |
Must to ensure his vigour be laid down | M |
And fallow'd well had Churchill known but this | N |
Which the most slight observer scarce could miss | N |
He might have flourish'd twenty years or more | G |
Though now alas poor man worn out in four ' | O |
Recover'd from the vanity of youth | P |
I feel alas this melancholy truth | P |
Thanks to each cordial each advising friend | Q |
And am if not too late resolved to mend | Q |
Resolved to give some respite to my pen | R |
Apply myself once more to books and men | R |
View what is present what is past review | S |
And my old stock exhausted lay in new | S |
For twice six moons let winds turn'd porters bear | J |
This oath to Heaven for twice six moons I swear | J |
No Muse shall tempt me with her siren lay | T |
Nor draw me from Improvement's thorny way | T |
Verse I abjure nor will forgive that friend | Q |
Who in my hearing shall a rhyme commend | Q |
It cannot be whether I will or no | U |
Such as they are my thoughts in measure flow | U |
Convinced determined I in prose begin | V |
But ere I write one sentence verse creeps in | V |
And taints me through and through by this good light | B |
In verse I talk by day I dream by night | B |
If now and then I curse my curses chime | W |
Nor can I pray unless I pray in rhyme | W |
E'en now I err in spite of Common Sense | X |
And my confession doubles my offence | X |
Rest then my friends spare spare your precious breath | Y |
And be your slumbers not less sound than death | Y |
Perturbed spirits rest nor thus appear | Z |
To waste your counsels in a spendthrift's ear | A2 |
On your grave lessons I cannot subsist | B2 |
Nor even in verse become economist | B2 |
Rest then my friends nor hateful to my eyes | X |
Let Envy in the shape of Pity rise | X |
To blast me ere my time with patience wait | C2 |
'Tis no long interval propitious Fate | C2 |
Shall glut your pride and every son of phlegm | D2 |
Find ample room to censure and condemn | D2 |
Read some three hundred lines no easy task | E2 |
But probably the last that I shall ask | E2 |
And give me up for ever wait one hour | H |
Nay not so much revenge is in your power | H |
And ye may cry ere Time hath turn'd his glass | X |
Lo what we prophesied is come to pass | X |
Let those who poetry in poems claim | F2 |
Or not read this or only read to blame | F2 |
Let those who are by Fiction's charms enslaved | G2 |
Return me thanks for half a crown well saved | G2 |
Let those who love a little gall in rhyme | W |
Postpone their purchase now and call next time | W |
Let those who void of Nature look for Art | H2 |
Take up their money and in peace depart | H2 |
Let those who energy of diction prize | X |
For Billingsgate quit Flexney and be wise | X |
Here is no lie no gall no art no force | X |
Mean are the words and such as come of course | X |
The subject not less simple than the lay | T |
A plain unlabour'd Journey of a Day | T |
Far from me now be every tuneful maid | I2 |
I neither ask nor can receive their aid | I2 |
Pegasus turn'd into a common hack | J2 |
Alone I jog and keep the beaten track | J2 |
Nor would I have the Sisters of the hill | K2 |
Behold their bard in such a dishabille | K2 |
Absent but only absent for a time | W |
Let them caress some dearer son of Rhyme | W |
Let them as far as decency permits | X |
Without suspicion play the fool with wits | X |
'Gainst fools be guarded 'tis a certain rule | K2 |
Wits are safe things there's danger in a fool | K2 |
Let them though modest Gray more modest woo | S |
Let them with Mason bleat and bray and coo | S |
Let them with Franklin proud of some small Greek | L2 |
Make Sophocles disguised in English speak | L2 |
Let them with Glover o'er Medea doze | X |
Let them with Dodsley wail Cleone's woes | X |
Whilst he fine feeling creature all in tears | X |
Melts as they melt and weeps with weeping peers | X |
Let them with simple Whitehead taught to creep | M2 |
Silent and soft lay Fontenelle asleep | M2 |
Let them with Browne contrive no vulgar trick | N2 |
To cure the dead and make the living sick | N2 |
Let them in charity to Murphy give | O2 |
Some old French piece that he may steal and live | P2 |
Let them with antic Foote subscriptions get | Q2 |
And advertise a summer house of wit | R2 |
Thus or in any better way they please | X |
With these great men or with great men like these | X |
Let them their appetite for laughter feed | S2 |
I on my Journey all alone proceed | S2 |
If fashionable grown and fond of power | H |
With humorous Scots let them disport their hour | H |
Let them dance fairy like round Ossian's tomb | T2 |
Let them forge lies and histories for Hume | T2 |
Let them with Home the very prince of verse | X |
Make something like a tragedy in Erse | X |
Under dark Allegory's flimsy veil | K2 |
Let them with Ogilvie spin out a tale | K2 |
Of rueful length let them plain things obscure | U2 |
Debase what's truly rich and what is poor | V2 |
Make poorer still by jargon most uncouth | P |
With every pert prim prettiness of youth | P |
Born of false taste with Fancy like a child | W2 |
Not knowing what it cries for running wild | W2 |
With bloated style by Affectation taught | X2 |
With much false colouring and little thought | X2 |
With phrases strange and dialect decreed | S2 |
By Reason never to have pass'd the Tweed | S2 |
With words which Nature meant each other's foe | U |
Forced to compound whether they will or no | U |
With such materials let them if they will | K2 |
To prove at once their pleasantry and skill | K2 |
Build up a bard to war 'gainst Common Sense | X |
By way of compliment to Providence | X |
Let them with Armstrong taking leave of Sense | X |
Read musty lectures on Benevolence | X |
Or con the pages of his gaping Day | T |
Where all his former fame was thrown away | T |
Where all but barren labour was forgot | Y2 |
And the vain stiffness of a letter'd Scot | Y2 |
Let them with Armstrong pass the term of light | B |
But not one hour of darkness when the night | B |
Suspends this mortal coil when Memory wakes | X |
When for our past misdoings Conscience takes | X |
A deep revenge when by Reflection led | Z2 |
She draws his curtains and looks Comfort dead | Z2 |
Let every Muse be gone in vain he turns | X |
And tries to pray for sleep an Aetna burns | X |
A more than Aetna in his coward breast | I |
And Guilt with vengeance arm'd forbids him rest | I |
Though soft as plumage from young Zephyr's wing | A3 |
His couch seems hard and no relief can bring | A3 |
Ingratitude hath planted daggers there | J |
No good man can deserve no brave man bear | J |
Thus or in any better way they please | X |
With these great men or with great men like these | X |
Let them their appetite for laughter feed | S2 |
I on my Journey all alone proceed | S2 |
Charles Churchill
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