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 C3G3| The 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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