Shakespeare's Ghost - A Parody Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFGHIJAKLMNOAPC QRSTCUVWXCCCYZIA2B2C 2CHGD2RE2GF2G2H2

I too at length discerned great Hercules' energy mightyA
Saw his shade He himself was not alas to be seenB
Round him were heard like the screaming of birdsC
the screams of tragediansC
And with the baying of dogs barked dramaturgists aroundD
There stood the giant in all his terrors his bow was extendedE
And the bolt fixed on the string steadily aimed at the heartF
What still hardier action unhappy one dost thou now ventureG
Thus to descend to the grave of the departed souls hereH
'Tis to see Tiresias I come to ask of the prophetI
Where I the buskin of old that now has vanished may findJ
If they believe not in Nature nor the old Grecian but vainlyA
Wilt thou convey up from hence that dramaturgy to themK
Oh as for Nature once more to tread our stage she has venturedL
Ay and stark naked beside so that each rib we countM
What Is the buskin of old to be seen in truth on your stage thenN
Which even I came to fetch out of mid Tartarus' gloomO
There is now no more of that tragic bustle for scarcelyA
Once in a year on the boards moves thy great soul harness cladP
Doubtless 'tis well Philosophy now has refined your sensationsC
And from the humor so bright fly the affections so blackQ
Ay there is nothing that beats a jest that is stolid and barrenR
But then e'en sorrow can please if 'tis sufficiently moistS
But do ye also exhibit the graceful dance of ThaliaT
Joined to the solemn step with which Melpomene movesC
Neither For naught we love but what is Christian and moralU
And what is popular too homely domestic and plainV
What Does no Caesar does no Achilles appear on your stage nowW
Not an Andromache e'en not an Orestes my friendX
No there is naught to be seen there but parsonsC
and syndics of commerceC
Secretaries perchance ensigns and majors of horseC
But my good friend pray tell me what can such people e'er meet withY
That can be truly called great what that is great can they doZ
What Why they form cabals they lend upon mortgage they pocketI
Silver spoons and fear not e'en in the stocks to be placedA2
Whence do ye then derive the destiny great and giganticB2
Which raises man up on high e'en when it grinds him to dustC2
All mere nonsense Ourselves our worthy acquaintances alsoC
And our sorrows and wants seek we and find we too hereH
But all this ye possess at home both apter and betterG
Wherefore then fly from yourselves if 'tis yourselves that ye seekD2
Be not offended great hero for that is a different questionR
Ever is destiny blind ever is righteous the bardE2
Then one meets on your stage your own contemptible natureG
While 'tis in vain one seeks there nature enduring and greatF2
There the poet is host and act the fifth is the reckoningG2
And when crime becomes sick virtue sits down to the feastH2

Friedrich Schiller



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