The Journey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKGGLLMMBBNNOOOOKKPP QQRRNNOORRIISSOOOOTT UUVWXYOOZZA2B2C2C2OO RRD2E2FFF2F2G2G2ZZLL RROOOOKKH2H2BBOOI2I2 OOJ2J2K2K2JJOOZZ| Some 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 |
| Tho' 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 |
| Recover'd from the vanity of youth | F |
| I feel alas this melancholy truth | F |
| Thanks to each cordial each advising friend | G |
| And am if not too late resolv'd to mend | G |
| Resolv'd to give some respite to my pen | H |
| Apply myself once more to books and men | H |
| View what is present what is past review | I |
| And my old stock exhausted lay in new | I |
| For twice six moons let winds turn'd porters bear | J |
| This oath to Heav'n for twice six moons I swear | J |
| No Muse shall tempt me with her siren lay | K |
| Nor draw me from Improvement's thorny way | K |
| Verse I abjure nor will forgive that friend | G |
| Who in my hearing shall a rhyme commend | G |
| It cannot be Whether I will or no | L |
| Such as they are my thoughts in measure flow | L |
| Convinc'd determin'd I in prose begin | M |
| But ere I write one sentence verse creeps in | M |
| And taints me thro' and thro' 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 | N |
| Nor can I pray unless I pray in rhyme | N |
| E'en now I err in spite of common sense | O |
| And my confession doubles my offence | O |
| Here is no lie no gall no art no force | O |
| Mean are the words and such as come of course | O |
| The subject not less simple than the lay | K |
| A plain unlabour'd Journey of a day | K |
| Far from me now be ev'ry tuneful Maid | P |
| I neither ask nor can receive their aid | P |
| Pegasus turn'd into a common hack | Q |
| Alone I jog and keep the beaten track | Q |
| Nor would I have the Sisters of the Hill | R |
| Behold their bard in such a dishabille | R |
| Absent but only absent for a time | N |
| Let them caress some dearer son of rhyme | N |
| Let them as far as decency permits | O |
| Without suspicion play the fool with wits | O |
| 'Gainst fools be guarded 'tis a certain rule | R |
| Wits are false things there's danger in a fool | R |
| Let them tho' modest Gray more modest woo | I |
| Let them with Mason bleat and bray and coo | I |
| Let them with Franklin proud of some small Greek | S |
| Make Sophocles disguis'd in English speak | S |
| Let them with Glover o'er Medea doze | O |
| Let them with Dodsley wail Cleone's woes | O |
| Whilst he fine feeling creature all in tears | O |
| Melts as they melt and weeps with weeping peers | O |
| Let them with simple Whitehead taught to creep | T |
| Silent and soft lay Fontenelle asleep | T |
| Let them with Browne contrive to vulgar trick | U |
| To cure the dead and make the living sick | U |
| Let them in charity to Murphy give | V |
| Some old French piece that he may steal and live | W |
| Let them with antic Foote subscriptions get | X |
| And advertise a Summer house of Wit | Y |
| Thus or in any better way they please | O |
| With these great men or with great men like these | O |
| Let them their appetite for laughter feed | Z |
| I on my Journey all alone proceed | Z |
| If fashionable grown and fond of pow'r | A2 |
| With hum'rous Scots let them disport their hour | B2 |
| Let them dance fairy like round Ossian's tomb | C2 |
| Let them forge lies and histories for Hume | C2 |
| Let them with Home the very prince of verse | O |
| Make something like a Tragedy in Erse | O |
| Under dark Allegory's flimsy veil | R |
| Let them with Ogilvie spin out a tale | R |
| Of rueful length Let them plain things obscure | D2 |
| Debase what's truly rich and what is poor | E2 |
| Make poorer still by jargon most uncouth | F |
| With ev'ry pert prim prettiness of youth | F |
| Born of false Taste with Fancy like a child | F2 |
| Not knowing what it cries for running wild | F2 |
| With bloated style by affectation taught | G2 |
| With much false colouring and little thought | G2 |
| With phrases strange and dialect decreed | Z |
| By reason never to have pass'd the Tweed | Z |
| With words which Nature meant each other's foe | L |
| Forc'd to compound whether they will or no | L |
| With such materials let them if they will | R |
| To prove at once their pleasantry and skill | R |
| Build up a bard to war 'gainst Common Sense | O |
| By way of compliment to Providence | O |
| Let them with Armstrong taking leave of Sense | O |
| Read musty lectures on Benevolence | O |
| Or con the pages of his gaping Day | K |
| Where all his former fame was thrown away | K |
| Where all but barren labour was forgot | H2 |
| And the vain stiffness of a letter'd Scot | H2 |
| 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 | O |
| When for our past misdoings Conscience takes | O |
| A deep revenge when by Reflection led | I2 |
| She draws his curtain and looks Comfort dead | I2 |
| Let ev'ry Muse be gone in vain he turns | O |
| And tries to pray for sleep an Etna burns | O |
| A more than Etna in his coward breast | J2 |
| And Guilt with vengeance arm'd forbids him rest | J2 |
| Tho' soft as plumage from young zephyr's wing | K2 |
| His couch seems hard and no relief can bring | K2 |
| Ingratitude hath planted daggers there | J |
| No good man can deserve no brave man bear | J |
| Thus or in any better way they please | O |
| With these great men or with great men like these | O |
| Let them their appetite for laughter feed | Z |
| I on my Journey all alone proceed | Z |
Charles Churchill
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