The Spooniad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBE FGBHBIBJKBHLBBMNOPCB NBQRBBSBTUBVWXBBBBBB TBBYTBBBZBA2B2C2D2BB EE2BBQF2G2TBBE2H2I2C J2K2I BL2M2N2O2BTP2Q2BR2BE S2I2NBT2U2T2QC2YBBV2 W2X2BY2Z2TA3B3KTBC3D 3BTC3NQC3FC3W2E3C3F3 BEC3P2G3BH3TI3C3C3H3 ZX2QBQDBJ3Q2K3C3L3TZ C3BYTM3TQBTC3N3BTC3C 3TO3C3P3 YC3C3BBC3Q3TNTTTDC3 H3TBBBR3BY2BBA2BBC3C 3S3BT3TC3O3C3C3C3C3C 3U3C3H2R3NBBC3TC3NV3 D3C3TW3C3Q2M2NC3E3C3 EX2TBBTBC3BC3L3NX3NX 2X3C3Y3NEC3R3C3BB BX3Z3TTC3BC3C3NX3TBC 3 BL3TA4QBNBC3X2BL3TC3 C3G3The late Mr Jonathan Swift Somers laureate of Spoon | A |
River planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty four books | B |
but unfortunately did not live to complete even the first | C |
book The fragment was found among his papers by William | D |
Marion Reedy and was for the first time published in Reedy's | B |
Mirror of Decemberth | E |
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Of John Cabanis' wrath and of the strife | F |
Of hostile parties and his dire defeat | G |
Who led the common people in the cause | B |
Of freedom for Spoon River and the fall | H |
Of Rhodes' bank that brought unnumbered woes | B |
And loss to many with engendered hate | I |
That flamed into the torch in Anarch hands | B |
To burn the court house on whose blackened wreck | J |
A fairer temple rose and Progress stood | K |
Sing muse that lit the Chian's face with smiles | B |
Who saw the ant like Greeks and Trojans crawl | H |
About Scamander over walls pursued | L |
Or else pursuing and the funeral pyres | B |
And sacred hecatombs and first because | B |
Of Helen who with Paris fled to Troy | M |
As soul mate and the wrath of Peleus' son | N |
Decreed to lose Chryseis lovely spoil | O |
Of war and dearest concubine | P |
Say first | C |
Thou son of night called Momus from whose eyes | B |
No secret hides and Thalia smiling one | N |
What bred 'twixt Thomas Rhodes and John Cabanis | B |
The deadly strife His daughter Flossie she | Q |
Returning from her wandering with a troop | R |
Of strolling players walked the village streets | B |
Her bracelets tinkling and with sparkling rings | B |
And words of serpent wisdom and a smile | S |
Of cunning in her eyes Then Thomas Rhodes | B |
Who ruled the church and ruled the bank as well | T |
Made known his disapproval of the maid | U |
And all Spoon River whispered and the eyes | B |
Of all the church frowned on her till she knew | V |
They feared her and condemned | W |
But them to flout | X |
She gave a dance to viols and to flutes | B |
Brought from Peoria and many youths | B |
But lately made regenerate through the prayers | B |
Of zealous preachers and of earnest souls | B |
Danced merrily and sought her in the dance | B |
Who wore a dress so low of neck that eyes | B |
Down straying might survey the snowy swale | T |
Till it was lost in whiteness | B |
With the dance | B |
The village changed to merriment from gloom | Y |
The milliner Mrs Williams could not fill | T |
Her orders for new hats and every seamstress | B |
Plied busy needles making gowns old trunks | B |
And chests were opened for their store of laces | B |
And rings and trinkets were brought out of hiding | Z |
And all the youths fastidious grew of dress | B |
Notes passed and many a fair one's door at eve | A2 |
Knew a bouquet and strolling lovers thronged | B2 |
About the hills that overlooked the river | C2 |
Then since the mercy seats more empty showed | D2 |
One of God's chosen lifted up his voice | B |
The woman of Babylon is among us rise | B |
Ye sons of light and drive the wanton forth | E |
So John Cabanis left the church and left | E2 |
The hosts of law and order with his eyes | B |
By anger cleared and him the liberal cause | B |
Acclaimed as nominee to the mayoralty | Q |
To vanquish A D Blood | F2 |
But as the war | G2 |
Waged bitterly for votes and rumors flew | T |
About the bank and of the heavy loans | B |
Which Rhodes' son had made to prop his loss | B |
In wheat and many drew their coin and left | E2 |
The bank of Rhodes more hollow with the talk | H2 |
Among the liberals of another bank | I2 |
Soon to be chartered lo the bubble burst | C |
'Mid cries and curses but the liberals laughed | J2 |
And in the hall of Nicholas Bindle held | K2 |
Wise converse and inspiriting debate | I |
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High on a stage that overlooked the chairs | B |
Where dozens sat and where a pop eyed daub | L2 |
Of Shakespeare very like the hired man | M2 |
Of Christian Dallmann brow and pointed beard | N2 |
Upon a drab proscenium outward stared | O2 |
Sat Harmon Whitney to that eminence | B |
By merit raised in ribaldry and guile | T |
And to the assembled rebels thus he spake | P2 |
Whether to lie supine and let a clique | Q2 |
Cold blooded scheming hungry singing psalms | B |
Devour our substance wreck our banks and drain | R2 |
Our little hoards for hazards on the price | B |
Of wheat or pork or yet to cower beneath | E |
The shadow of a spire upreared to curb | S2 |
A breed of lackeys and to serve the bank | I2 |
Coadjutor in greed that is the question | N |
Shall we have music and the jocund dance | B |
Or tolling bells Or shall young romance roam | T2 |
These hills about the river flowering now | U2 |
To April's tears or shall they sit at home | T2 |
Or play croquet where Thomas Rhodes may see | Q |
I ask you If the blood of youth runs o'er | C2 |
And riots 'gainst this regimen of gloom | Y |
Shall we submit to have these youths and maids | B |
Branded as libertines and wantons | B |
Ere | V2 |
His words were done a woman's voice called No | W2 |
Then rose a sound of moving chairs as when | X2 |
The numerous swine o'er run the replenished troughs | B |
And every head was turned as when a flock | Y2 |
Of geese back turning to the hunter's tread | Z2 |
Rise up with flapping wings then rang the hall | T |
With riotous laughter for with battered hat | A3 |
Tilted upon her saucy head and fist | B3 |
Raised in defiance Daisy Fraser stood | K |
Headlong she had been hurled from out the hall | T |
Save Wendell Bloyd who spoke for woman's rights | B |
Prevented and the bellowing voice of Burchard | C3 |
Then 'mid applause she hastened toward the stage | D3 |
And flung both gold and silver to the cause | B |
And swiftly left the hall | T |
Meantime upstood | C3 |
A giant figure bearded like the son | N |
Of Alcmene deep chested round of paunch | Q |
And spoke in thunder Over there behold | C3 |
A man who for the truth withstood his wife | F |
Such is our spirit when that A D Blood | C3 |
Compelled me to remove Dom Pedro | W2 |
Quick | E3 |
Before Jim Brown could finish Jefferson Howard | C3 |
Obtained the floor and spake Ill suits the time | F3 |
For clownish words and trivial is our cause | B |
If naught's at stake but John Cabanis' wrath | E |
He who was erstwhile of the other side | C3 |
And came to us for vengeance More's at stake | P2 |
Than triumph for New England or Virginia | G3 |
And whether rum be sold or for two years | B |
As in the past two years this town be dry | H3 |
Matters but little Oh yes revenue | T |
For sidewalks sewers that is well enough | I3 |
I wish to God this fight were now inspired | C3 |
By other passion than to salve the pride | C3 |
Of John Cabanis or his daughter Why | H3 |
Can never contests of great moment spring | Z |
From worthy things not little Still if men | X2 |
Must always act so and if rum must be | Q |
The symbol and the medium to release | B |
From life's denial and from slavery | Q |
Then give me rum | D |
Exultant cries arose | B |
Then as George Trimble had o'ercome his fear | J3 |
And vacillation and begun to speak | Q2 |
The door creaked and the idiot Willie Metcalf | K3 |
Breathless and hatless whiter than a sheet | C3 |
Entered and cried The marshal's on his way | L3 |
To arrest you all And if you only knew | T |
Who's coming here to morrow I was listening | Z |
Beneath the window where the other side | C3 |
Are making plans | B |
So to a smaller room | Y |
To hear the idiot's secret some withdrew | T |
Selected by the Chair the Chair himself | M3 |
And Jefferson Howard Benjamin Pantier | T |
And Wendell Bloyd George Trimble Adam Weirauch | Q |
Imanuel Ehrenhardt Seth Compton Godwin James | B |
And Enoch Dunlap Hiram Scates Roy Butler | T |
Carl Hamblin Roger Heston Ernest Hyde | C3 |
And Penniwit the artist Kinsey Keene | N3 |
And E C Culbertson and Franklin Jones | B |
Benjamin Fraser son of Benjamin Pantier | T |
By Daisy Fraser some of lesser note | C3 |
And secretly conferred | C3 |
But in the hall | T |
Disorder reigned and when the marshal came | O3 |
And found it so he marched the hoodlums out | C3 |
And locked them up | P3 |
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Meanwhile within a room | Y |
Back in the basement of the church with Blood | C3 |
Counseled the wisest heads Judge Somers first | C3 |
Deep learned in life and next him Elliott Hawkins | B |
And Lambert Hutchins next him Thomas Rhodes | B |
And Editor Whedon next him Garrison Standard | C3 |
A traitor to the liberals who with lip | Q3 |
Upcurled in scorn and with a bitter sneer | T |
Such strife about an insult to a woman | N |
A girl of eighteen Christian Dallman too | T |
And others unrecorded Some there were | T |
Who frowned not on the cup but loathed the rule | T |
Democracy achieved thereby the freedom | D |
And lust of life it symbolized | C3 |
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Now morn with snowy fingers up the sky | H3 |
Flung like an orange at a festival | T |
The ruddy sun when from their hasty beds | B |
Poured forth the hostile forces and the streets | B |
Resounded to the rattle of the wheels | B |
That drove this way and that to gather in | R3 |
The tardy voters and the cries of chieftains | B |
Who manned the battle But at ten o'clock | Y2 |
The liberals bellowed fraud and at the polls | B |
The rival candidates growled and came to blows | B |
Then proved the idiot's tale of yester eve | A2 |
A word of warning Suddenly on the streets | B |
Walked hog eyed Allen terror of the hills | B |
That looked on Bernadotte ten miles removed | C3 |
No man of this degenerate day could lift | C3 |
The boulders which he threw and when he spoke | S3 |
The windows rattled and beneath his brows | B |
Thatched like a shed with bristling hair of black | T3 |
His small eyes glistened like a maddened boar | T |
And as he walked the boards creaked as he walked | C3 |
A song of menace rumbled Thus he came | O3 |
The champion of A D Blood commissioned | C3 |
To terrify the liberals Many fled | C3 |
As when a hawk soars o'er the chicken yard | C3 |
He passed the polls and with a playful hand | C3 |
Touched Brown the giant and he fell against | C3 |
As though he were a child the wall so strong | U3 |
Was hog eyed Allen But the liberals smiled | C3 |
For soon as hog eyed Allen reached the walk | H2 |
Close on his steps paced Bengal Mike brought in | R3 |
By Kinsey Keene the subtle witted one | N |
To match the hog eyed Allen He was scarce | B |
Three fourths the other's bulk but steel his arms | B |
And with a tiger's heart Two men he killed | C3 |
And many wounded in the days before | T |
And no one feared | C3 |
But when the hog eyed one | N |
Saw Bengal Mike his countenance grew dark | V3 |
The bristles o'er his red eyes twitched with rage | D3 |
The song he rumbled lowered Round and round | C3 |
The court house paced he followed stealthily | T |
By Bengal Mike who jeered him every step | W3 |
Come elephant and fight Come hog eyed coward | C3 |
Come face about and fight me lumbering sneak | Q2 |
Come beefy bully hit me if you can | M2 |
Take out your gun you duffer give me reason | N |
To draw and kill you Take your billy out | C3 |
I'll crack your boar's head with a piece of brick | E3 |
But never a word the hog eyed one returned | C3 |
But trod about the court house followed both | E |
By troops of boys and watched by all the men | X2 |
All day they walked the square But when Apollo | T |
Stood with reluctant look above the hills | B |
As fain to see the end and all the votes | B |
Were cast and closed the polls before the door | T |
Of Trainor's drug store Bengal Mike in tones | B |
That echoed through the village bawled the taunt | C3 |
Who was your mother hog eyed In a trice | B |
As when a wild boar turns upon the hound | C3 |
That through the brakes upon an August day | L3 |
Has gashed him with its teeth the hog eyed one | N |
Rushed with his giant arms on Bengal Mike | X3 |
And grabbed him by the throat Then rose to heaven | N |
The frightened cries of boys and yells of men | X2 |
Forth rushing to the street And Bengal Mike | X3 |
Moved this way and now that drew in his head | C3 |
As if his neck to shorten and bent down | Y3 |
To break the death grip of the hog eyed one | N |
'Twixt guttural wrath and fast expiring strength | E |
Striking his fists against the invulnerable chest | C3 |
Of hog eyed Allen Then when some came in | R3 |
To part them others stayed them and the fight | C3 |
Spread among dozens many valiant souls | B |
Went down from clubs and bricks | B |
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But tell me Muse | B |
What god or goddess rescued Bengal Mike | X3 |
With one last mighty struggle did he grasp | Z3 |
The murderous hands and turning kick his foe | T |
Then as if struck by lightning vanished all | T |
The strength from hog eyed Allen at his side | C3 |
Sank limp those giant arms and o'er his face | B |
Dread pallor and the sweat of anguish spread | C3 |
And those great knees invincible but late | C3 |
Shook to his weight And quickly as the lion | N |
Leaps on its wounded prey did Bengal Mike | X3 |
Smite with a rock the temple of his foe | T |
And down he sank and darkness o'er his eyes | B |
Passed like a cloud | C3 |
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As when the woodman fells | B |
Some giant oak upon a summer's day | L3 |
And all the songsters of the forest shrill | T |
And one great hawk that has his nestling young | A4 |
Amid the topmost branches croaks as crash | Q |
The leafy branches through the tangled boughs | B |
Of brother oaks so fell the hog eyed one | N |
Amid the lamentations of the friends | B |
Of A D Blood | C3 |
Just then four lusty men | X2 |
Bore the town marshall on whose iron face | B |
The purple pall of death already lay | L3 |
To Trainor's drug store shot by Jack McGuire | T |
And cries went up of Lynch him and the sound | C3 |
Of running feet from every side was heard | C3 |
Bent on the | G3 |
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