The Hypochondriacal Pluto. A Romance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBCDE FGFFGHH IJIIJKK LMNOMBB FPFFPQQ RSRRSTT TUTTUVV WXWWXTT YZYYZTT A2TA2A2TTB2 W C2TC2C2TC2C2 TD2TTD2SS E2F2E2E2F2TT G2TG2H2TI2I2 J2TJ2J2TSS I2K2I2I2K2I2I2 L2I2L2L2I2C2C2 TTTTTM2M2 TN2T N2E2E2 TTTTTI2I2 I2VI2I2VTT W SQSSQTT I2O2I2I2O2TT TP2TTQ2R2R2 S2I2S2S2I2I2I2 D2I2D2D2I2K2K2 TP2TTQ2VV TC2TTC2I2I2 TSTTSQQ| The Hypochondriacal Pluto A Romance Book I | A |
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| The sullen mayor who reigns in hell | B |
| By mortals Pluto hight | C |
| Who thrashes all his subjects well | B |
| Both morn and eve as stories tell | B |
| And rules the realms of night | C |
| All pleasure lost in cursing once | D |
| All joy in flogging for the nonce | E |
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| The sedentary life he led | F |
| Upon his brazen chair | G |
| Made his hindquarters very red | F |
| While pricks as from a nettle bed | F |
| He felt both here and there | G |
| A burning sun too chanced to shine | H |
| And boiled down all his blood to brine | H |
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| 'Tis true he drank full many a draught | I |
| Of Phlegethon's black flood | J |
| By cupping leeches doctor's craft | I |
| And venesection fore and aft | I |
| They took from him much blood | J |
| Full many a clyster was applied | K |
| And purging too was also tried | K |
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| His doctor versed in sciences | L |
| With wig beneath his hat | M |
| Argued and showed with wondrous ease | N |
| From Celsus and Hippocrates | O |
| When he in judgment sat | M |
| Right worshipful the mayor of hell | B |
| The liver's wrong I see full well | B |
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| He's but a booby Pluto said | F |
| With all his trash and pills | P |
| A man like me pray where's his head | F |
| A young man yet his wits have fled | F |
| While youth my veins yet fills | P |
| Unless electuaries he'll bring | Q |
| Full in his face my club I'll fling | Q |
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| Or right or wrong 'twas a hard case | R |
| To weather such a trial | S |
| Poor men who lose a king's good grace | R |
| He's straight saluted in the face | R |
| By every splint and phial | S |
| He very wisely made no fuss | T |
| This hint he learnt of Cerberus | T |
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| Go fetch the barber of the skies | T |
| Apollo to me soon | U |
| An airy courier straightway flies | T |
| Upon his beast and onward hies | T |
| And skims past poles and moon | U |
| As he went off the clock struck four | V |
| At five his charger reached the door | V |
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| Just then Apollo happened Heigh ho | W |
| A sonnet to have made | X |
| Oh dear me no upon Miss Io | W |
| Such is the tale I heard from Clio | W |
| The midwife to have played | X |
| The boy as if stamped out of wax | T |
| Might Zeus as father fairly tax | T |
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| He read the letter half asleep | Y |
| Then started in dismay | Z |
| The road is long and hell is deep | Y |
| Your rocks I know are rough and steep | Y |
| Yet like a king he'll pay | Z |
| He dons his cap of mist and furs | T |
| Then through the air the charger spurs | T |
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| With locks all frizzled a la mode | A2 |
| And ruffles smooth and nice | T |
| In gala dress that brightly glowed | A2 |
| A gift Aurora had bestowed | A2 |
| With watch chains of high price | T |
| With toes turned out and chapeau bas | T |
| He stood before hell's mighty czar | B2 |
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| The Hypochondriacal Pluto A Romance Book II | W |
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| The grumbler in his usual tone | C2 |
| Received him with a curse | T |
| To Pomerania straight begone | C2 |
| Ugh how he smells of eau de Cologne | C2 |
| Why brimstone isn't worse | T |
| He'd best be off to heaven again | C2 |
| Or he'll infect hell's wide domain | C2 |
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| The god of pills in sore surprise | T |
| A spring then backwards took | D2 |
| Is this his highness' usual guise | T |
| 'Tis in the brain I see that lies | T |
| The mischief what a look | D2 |
| See how his eyes in frenzy roll | S |
| The case is bad upon my soul | S |
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| A journey to Elysium | E2 |
| The infectus would dissolve | F2 |
| Making the saps less tough become | E2 |
| As through the Capitolium | E2 |
| And stomach they revolve | F2 |
| Provisionally be it so | T |
| Let's start then but incognito | T |
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| Ay worthy sir no doubt well meant | G2 |
| If in these regions hazy | T |
| As with you folk so charged with scent | G2 |
| You dapper ones who heaven frequent | H2 |
| 'Twere proper to be lazy | T |
| If hell a master needed not | I2 |
| Why then I'd follow on the spot | I2 |
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| Ha if the cat once turned her back | J2 |
| Pray where would be the mice | T |
| They'd sally forth from every crack | J2 |
| My very mufti would attack | J2 |
| Spoil all things in a trice | T |
| Oddsbodikins 'tis pretty cool | S |
| I'll let him see I'm no such fool | S |
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| A pleasant uproar happened erst | I2 |
| When they assailed my tower | K2 |
| No fault of mine 'twas at the worst | I2 |
| That from their desks and chains to burst | I2 |
| Philosophers had power | K2 |
| What has there e'er escaped a poet | I2 |
| Help heaven what misery to know it | I2 |
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| When days are long folks talk more stuff | L2 |
| Upon your seats no doubt | I2 |
| With all your cards and music rough | L2 |
| And scribblings too 'tis hard enough | L2 |
| The moments to eke out | I2 |
| Idleness like a flea will gnaw | C2 |
| On velvet cushions as on straw | C2 |
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| My brother no attempt omits | T |
| To drive away ennui | T |
| His lightning round about him flits | T |
| The target with his storms he hits | T |
| Those howls prove that to me | T |
| Till Rhea's trembling shoulders ache | M2 |
| And force me e'en for hell to quake | M2 |
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| Were I grandfather Coelus though | T |
| You wouldn't soon escape | N2 |
| Into my belly straight you'd go | T |
| And in your swaddling clothes cry 'oh ' | - |
| And through five windows gape | N2 |
| First o'er my stream you'd have to come | E2 |
| And then perhaps to Elysium | E2 |
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| Your steed you mounted I dare say | T |
| In hopes to catch a goose | T |
| If it is worth the trouble pray | T |
| Tell what you've heard from me to day | T |
| At shaving time to Zeus | T |
| Just leave him then to swallow it | I2 |
| I don't care what he thinks a bit | I2 |
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| You'd better now go homeward straight | I2 |
| Your servant there's the door | V |
| For all your pains one moment wait | I2 |
| I'll give you liberal is the rate | I2 |
| A piece of ruby ore | V |
| In heaven such things are rareties | T |
| We use them for base purposes | T |
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| The Hypochondriacal Pluto A Romance Book III | W |
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| The god at once then said farewell | S |
| At small politeness striving | Q |
| When sudden through the crowds of hell | S |
| A flying courier rushed pell mell | S |
| From Tellus' bounds arriving | Q |
| Monarch a doctor follows me | T |
| Behold this wondrous prodigy | T |
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| Place for the doctor each one said | I2 |
| He comes with spurs and whip | O2 |
| To every one he nods his head | I2 |
| As if he had been born and bred | I2 |
| In Tartarus the rip | O2 |
| As jaunty fearless full of nous | T |
| As Britons in the Lower House | T |
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| Good morrow worthy sirs Ahem | T |
| I'm glad to see that here | P2 |
| Where all they of Prometheus' stem | T |
| Must come whene'er the Fates condemn | T |
| One meets with such good cheer | Q2 |
| Why for Elysium care a rush | R2 |
| I'd rather see hell's fountains gush | R2 |
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| Stop stop his impudence I vow | S2 |
| Its due reward shall meet | I2 |
| By Charles's wain I swear it now | S2 |
| He must no questions I'll allow | S2 |
| Prescribe me a receipt | I2 |
| All hell is mine I'm Pluto hight | I2 |
| Make haste to bring your wares to light | I2 |
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| The doctor with a knowing look | D2 |
| The swarthy king surveyed | I2 |
| He neither felt his pulse nor took | D2 |
| The usual steps see Galen's book | D2 |
| No difference 'twould have made | I2 |
| As piercing as electric fire | K2 |
| He eyed him to his heart's desire | K2 |
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| Monarch I'll tell thee in a trice | T |
| The thing that's needed here | P2 |
| Though desperate may seem the advice | T |
| The case itself is very nice | T |
| And children dragons fear | Q2 |
| Devil must devil eat no more | V |
| Either a wife or hellebore | V |
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| Whether she scold or sportive play | T |
| 'Tween these no medium's known | C2 |
| She'll drive the incubus away | T |
| That has assailed thee many a day | T |
| Upon thine iron throne | C2 |
| She'll make the nimble spirits fleet | I2 |
| Up towards the head down towards the feet | I2 |
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| Long may the doctor honored be | T |
| Who let this saying fall | S |
| He ought to have his effigy | T |
| By Phidias sculptured so that he | T |
| May be discerned by all | S |
| A monument forever thriving | Q |
| Boerhaave Hippocrates surviving | Q |
Friedrich Schiller
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