New Morality Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBAACCDDAA EEFFGGHHII JKLL EECIAA DDIIMMII NNAAOOIIPPAA NNIIQQIIRRAAIIII AAIIAASSAA TNLLAAII AAIIIIII SSII NNIIUUVVWWXXQQ FFXXIIIIKKYYUUZZXXXD DA2B2NN C2C2KKIILLRRD2D2IIII II FFIIAAAAAA AAE2IIINFrom mental mists to purge a nation's eyes | A |
To animate the weak unite the wise | A |
To trace the deep infection that prevades | A |
The crowded town and taints the rural shades | A |
To mark how wide extends the mighty waste | B |
O'er the fair realms of Science Learning Taste | B |
To drive and scatter all the brood of lies | A |
And chase the varying falsehood as it flies | A |
The long arrears of ridicule to pay | C |
To drag reluctant Dulness back to day | C |
Much yet remains To you these themes belong | D |
Ye favor'd sons of virtue and of song | D |
Say is the field too narrow Are the times | A |
Barren of folly and devoid of crimes | A |
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Yet venial vices in a milder age | E |
Could rouse the warmth of Pope's satiric rage | E |
The doting miser and the lavish heir | F |
The follies and the foibles of the fair | F |
Sir Job Sir Balaam and old Euclio's thrift | G |
And Sappho's diamonds with her dirty shift | G |
Blunt Charteris Hopkins meaner subjects fired | H |
The keen eyed Poet while the Muse inspired | H |
Her ardent child entwining as he sate | I |
His laurell'd chaplet with the thorns of hate | I |
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But say indignant does the Muse retire | J |
Her shrine deserted and extinct its fire | K |
No pious hand to feed the sacred flame | L |
No raptured soul a Poet's charge to claim | L |
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Bethink thee Gifford when some future age | E |
Shall trace the promise of thy playful page | E |
quot The hand which brush'd a swarm of fools away | C |
quot Should rouse to grasp a more reluctant prey quot | I |
Think then will pleaded indolence excuse | A |
The tame secession of thy languid Muse | A |
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Ah where is now that promise Why so long | D |
Sleep the keen shafts of satire and of song | D |
Oh come with Taste and Virtue at thy side | I |
With ardent zeal inflamed and patriot pride | I |
With keen poetic glance direct the blow | M |
And empty all thy quiver on the foe | M |
No pause no rest till weltering on the ground | I |
The poisonous hydra lies and pierced with many a wound | I |
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Thou too the nameless Bard whose honest zeal | N |
For law for morals for the public weal | N |
Pours down impetuous on thy country's foes | A |
The stream of verse and many languaged prose | A |
Thou too though oft thy ill advised dislike | O |
The guiltless head with random censure strike | O |
Though quaint allusions vague and undefined | I |
Play faintly round the ear but mock the mind | I |
Through the mix'd mass yet taste and learning shine | P |
And manly vigour stamps the nervous line | P |
And patriot warmth the generous rage inspires | A |
And wakes and points the desultory fires | A |
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Yet more remain unknown for who can tell | N |
What bashful genius in some rural cell | N |
As year to year and day succeeds to day | I |
In joyless leisure wastes his life away | I |
In him the flame of early fancy shone | Q |
His genuine worth his old companions own | Q |
In childhood and in youth their chief confess'd | I |
His master's pride his pattern to the rest | I |
Now far aloof retiring from the strife | R |
Of busy talents and of active life | R |
As from the loop holes of retreat he views | A |
Our stage verse pamphlets politics and news | A |
He loathes the world or with reflection sad | I |
Concludes it irrecoverably mad | I |
Of taste of learning morals all bereft | I |
No hope no prospect to redeem it left | I |
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Awake for shame or ere thy nobler sense | A |
Sink in the oblivious pool of indolence | A |
Must wit be found alone on falsehood's side | I |
Unknown to truth to virtue unallied | I |
Arise nor scorn thy country's just alarms | A |
Wield in her cause thy long neglected arms | A |
Of lofty satire pour the indignant strain | S |
Leagued with her friends and ardent to maintain | S |
'Gainst Learning's Virtue's Truth's Religion's foes | A |
A kingdom's safety and the world's repose | A |
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If Vice appal thee if thou view with awe | T |
Insults that brave and crimes that 'scape the law | N |
Yet may the specious bastard brood which claim | L |
A spurious homage under Virtue's name | L |
Sprung from that parent of ten thousand crimes | A |
The new Philosophy of modern times | A |
Yet these may rouse thee With unsparing hand | I |
Oh lash the vile impostors from the land | I |
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First stern Philanthropy not she who dries | A |
The orphan's tears and wipes the widow's eyes | A |
Not she who sainted Charity her guide | I |
Of British bounty pours the annual tide | I |
But French Philanthropy whose boundless mind | I |
Glows with the general love of all mankind | I |
Philanthropy beneath whose baneful sway | I |
Each patriot passion sinks and dies away | I |
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Taught in her school t'imbibe thy mawkish strain | S |
Condorcet filter'd through the dregs of Paine | S |
Each pert adept disowns a Briton's part | I |
And plucks the name of England from his heart | I |
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What shall a name a word a sound controul | N |
The aspiring thought and cramp the expansive soul | N |
Shall one half peopled Island's rocky round | I |
A love that glows for all Creation bound | I |
And social charities contract the plan | U |
Framed for thy Freedom universal man | U |
No through the extended globe his feelings run | V |
As broad and general as the unbounded sun | V |
No narrow bigot he his reason'd view | W |
Thy interests England rank with thine Peru | W |
France at our doors he sees no danger nigh | X |
But heaves for Turkey's woes the impartial sigh | X |
A steady Patriot of the World alone | Q |
The Friend of every Country but his own | Q |
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Next comes a gentler Virtue Ah beware | F |
Lest the harsh verse her shrinking softness scare | F |
Visit her not too roughly the warm sigh | X |
Breathes on her lips the tear drop gems her eye | X |
Sweet Sensibility who dwells enshrined | I |
In the fine foldings of the feeling mind | I |
With delicate Mimosa's sense endued | I |
Who shrinks instinctive from a hand too rude | I |
Or like the Anagallis prescient flower | K |
Shuts her soft petals at the approaching shower | K |
Sweet child of sickly Fancy her of yore | Y |
From her loved France Rousseau to exile bore | Y |
And while midst lakes and mountains wild he ran | U |
Full of himself and shunn'd the haunts of man | U |
Taught her o'er each lone vale and alpine steep | Z |
To lisp the story of his wrongs and weep | Z |
Taught her to cherish still in either eye | X |
Of tender tears a plentiful supply | X |
And pour them in her brooks that babbled by | X |
Taught by nice scale to meet her feelings strong | D |
False by degrees and exquisitely wrong | D |
For the crush'd beetle first the widow'd dove | A2 |
And all the warbled sorrows of the grove | B2 |
Next for poor suffering guilt and last of all | N |
For Parents Friends a king and Country's fall | N |
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Mark her fair votaries prodigal of grief | C2 |
With cureless pangs and woes that mock relief | C2 |
Droop in soft sorrow o'er a faded flower | K |
O'er a dead jack ass pour the pearly shower | K |
But hear unmoved of Loire's ensanguined flood | I |
Choked up with slain of Lyons drench'd in blood | I |
Of crimes that blot the age the world with shame | L |
Foul crimes but sicklied o'er with Freedom's name | L |
Altars and thrones subverted social life | R |
Trampled to earth the husband from the wife | R |
Parent from child with ruthless fury torn | D2 |
Of talents honour virtue wit forlorn | D2 |
In friendless exile of the wise and good | I |
Staining the daily scaffold with their blood | I |
Of savage cruelties that scare the mind | I |
The rage of madness with hell's lust combin'd | I |
Of hearts torn reeking from the mangled breast | I |
They hear and hope that all is for the best | I |
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Fond hope but Justice sanctifies the prayer | F |
Justice here Satire strike 'twere sin to spare | F |
Not she in British Courts that takes her stand | I |
The dawdling balance dangling in her hand | I |
Adjusting punishments to fraud and vice | A |
With srupulous quirks and disquisition nice | A |
But firm erect with keen reverted glance | A |
The avenging angel of regenerate France | A |
Who visits ancient sins on modern times | A |
And punishes the Pope for C sar's crimes | A |
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Such is the liberal Justice which presides | A |
In these our days and modern patriot's guides | A |
Justice whose blood stain'd book one sole decree | E2 |
One statute fills quot The People shall be free quot | I |
Free by what means by folly madness guilt | I |
By bounteous rapines blood in oceans spilt | I |
By confiscation in whose sweeping toil | N |
George Canning
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