Lines On Hearing The Organ Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FAFA GHGI AEAE FGFG AGAG DGDG JGJG GEGE GKGK AGAG FAFA FLFL FMFM AFAF FEFE NAOA PKPK GGGG FMFM DQDQ DRDR FAFA FSFS| Grinder who serenely grindest | A |
| At my door the Hundredth Psalm | B |
| Till thou ultimately findest | A |
| Pence in thy unwashen palm | C |
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| Grinder jocund hearted Grinder | D |
| Near whom Barbary's nimble son | E |
| Poised with skill upon his hinder | D |
| Paws accepts the proffered bun | E |
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| Dearly do I love thy grinding | F |
| Joy to meet thee on thy road | A |
| Where thou prowlest through the blinding | F |
| Dust with that stupendous load | A |
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| 'Neath the baleful star of Sirius | G |
| When the postmen slowlier jog | H |
| And the ox becomes delirious | G |
| And the muzzle decks the dog | I |
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| Tell me by what art thou bindest | A |
| On thy feet those ancient shoon | E |
| Tell me Grinder if thou grindest | A |
| Always always out of tune | E |
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| Tell me if as thou art buckling | F |
| On thy straps with eager claws | G |
| Thou forecastest inly chuckling | F |
| All the rage that thou wilt cause | G |
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| Tell me if at all thou mindest | A |
| When folks flee as if on wings | G |
| From thee as at ease thou grindest | A |
| Tell me fifty thousand things | G |
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| Grinder gentle hearted Grinder | D |
| Ruffians who led evil lives | G |
| Soothed by thy sweet strains are kinder | D |
| To their bullocks and their wives | G |
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| Children when they see thy supple | J |
| Form approach are out like shots | G |
| Half a bar sets several couple | J |
| Waltzing in convenient spots | G |
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| Not with clumsy Jacks or Georges | G |
| Unprofaned by grasp of man | E |
| Maidens speed those simple orgies | G |
| Betsey Jane with Betsey Ann | E |
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| As they love thee in St Giles's | G |
| Thou art loved in Grosvenor Square | K |
| None of those engaging smiles is | G |
| Unreciprocated there | K |
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| Often ere yet thou hast hammer'd | A |
| Through thy four delicious airs | G |
| Coins are flung thee by enamour'd | A |
| Housemaids upon area stairs | G |
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| E'en the ambrosial whisker'd flunkey | F |
| Eyes thy boots and thine unkempt | A |
| Beard and melancholy monkey | F |
| More in pity than contempt | A |
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| Far from England in the sunny | F |
| South where Anio leaps in foam | L |
| Thou wast rear'd till lack of money | F |
| Drew thee from thy vineclad home | L |
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| And thy mate the sinewy Jocko | F |
| From Brazil or Afric came | M |
| Land of simoom and sirocco | F |
| And he seems extremely tame | M |
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| There he quaff'd the undefiled | A |
| Spring or hung with apelike glee | F |
| By his teeth or tail or eyelid | A |
| To the slippery mango tree | F |
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| There he woo'd and won a dusky | F |
| Bride of instincts like his own | E |
| Talk'd of love till he was husky | F |
| In a tongue to us unknown | E |
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| Side by side 'twas theirs to ravage | N |
| The potato ground or cut | A |
| Down the unsuspecting savage | O |
| With the well aim'd cocoa nut | A |
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| Till the miscreant Stranger tore him | P |
| Screaming from his blue faced fair | K |
| And they flung strange raiment o'er him | P |
| Raiment which he could not bear | K |
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| Sever'd from the pure embraces | G |
| Of his children and his spouse | G |
| He must ride fantastic races | G |
| Mounted on reluctant sows | G |
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| But the heart of wistful Jocko | F |
| Still was with his ancient flame | M |
| In the nutgroves of Morocco | F |
| Or if not it's all the same | M |
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| Grinder winsome grinsome Grinder | D |
| They who see thee and whose soul | Q |
| Melts not at thy charms are blinder | D |
| Than a trebly bandaged mole | Q |
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| They to whom thy curt yet clever | D |
| Talk thy music and thine ape | R |
| Seem not to be joys for ever | D |
| Are but brutes in human shape | R |
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| 'Tis not that thy mien is stately | F |
| 'Tis not that thy tones are soft | A |
| 'Tis not that I care so greatly | F |
| For the same thing play'd so oft | A |
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| But I've heard mankind abuse thee | F |
| And perhaps it's rather strange | S |
| But I thought that I would choose thee | F |
| For encomium as a change | S |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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