The Elder Brother. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CCDD AEAEEE EAEA AFAFGG FFEAAAAE HIHIEHE JJKKELLE GAGAEEEEAAMHHHM GAAG DDIIGGGG IGIGGGADADGGNEEN IIGG EEEIIE OIIO EMEM EE KPKP MQMQ EE PMMPRSRS EEGIGI KK JTJT EEEE AAAA IEIE EGEG UIUI GEGE AAEIIEVEVE WW IIII DX AGGA EEEKKE EE NINI EMEM EEAA EIEI IEIEII EYEY EIIE EIIE IIII EZEZ IIII EE EA2EA2 AA JIJICentrick in London noise and London follies | A |
Proud Covent Garden blooms in smoky glory | B |
For chairmen coffee rooms piazzas dollies | A |
Cabbages and comedians fame'd in story | B |
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On this gay spot upon a sober plan | C |
Dwelt a right regular and staid young man | C |
Much did he early hours and quiet love | D |
And was entitle'd Mr Isaac Shove | D |
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An Orphan he yet rich in expectations | A |
Which nobody seem'd likely to supplant | E |
From that prodigious bore of all relations | A |
A fusty canting stiff rump'd Maiden Aunt | E |
The wealthy Miss Lucretia Cloghorty | E |
Who had brought Isaac up and own'd to forty | E |
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Shove on this maiden's Will relied securely | E |
Who vow'd she ne'er would wed to mar his riches | A |
Full often would she say of men demurely | E |
I can't abide the filthy things in breeches | A |
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He had Apartments up two pair of stairs | A |
On the first floor lodge'd Doctor Crow | F |
The Landlord was a torturer of hairs | A |
And made a grand display of wigs below | F |
From the beau's Brutus to the parson's grizzle | G |
Over the door way was his name 'twas Twizzle | G |
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Now you must know | F |
This Doctor Crow | F |
Was not of Law nor Music nor Divinity | E |
He was obstetrick but the fact is | A |
He didn't in Lucina's turnpike practise | A |
He took bye roads reducing Ladies' shapes | A |
Who had secure'd themselves from leading apes | A |
But kept the reputation of virginity | E |
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Crow had a roomy tenement of brick | H |
Enclose'd with walls one mile from Hyde Park corner | I |
Fir trees and yews were planted round it thick | H |
No situation was forlorner | I |
Yet notwithstanding folks might scout it | E |
It suited qualmish Spinsters who fell sick | H |
And didn't wish the world to know about it | E |
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Here many a single gentlewoman came | J |
Pro tempore full tender of her fame | J |
Who for a while took leave of friends in town | K |
Business forsooth to Yorkshire call'd her down | K |
Too weighty to be settle'd by Attorney | E |
And in a month's or six weeks' time came back | L |
When every body cried Good lack | L |
How monstrous thin you've grown upon your journey | E |
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The Doctor knowing that a puff of Scandal | G |
Would blow his private trade to tatters | A |
Dreaded to give the smallest handle | G |
To those who dabble in their neighbours' matters | A |
Therefore he wisely held it good | E |
To hide his practice from the neighbourhood | E |
And not appear there as a resident | E |
But merely one who casually went | E |
To see the lodgers in the large brick house | A |
To lounge and chat not minding time a souse | A |
Like one to whom all business was quite foreign | M |
And thus he visited his female sick | H |
Who lay as thick | H |
Within his tenement of brick | H |
As rabbits in a warren | M |
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He lodge'd in Covent Garden all the while | G |
And if they sent in haste for his assistance | A |
He soon was with 'em 'twas no mighty distance | A |
From the town's end it was but a bare mile | G |
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Now Isaac Shove | D |
Living above | D |
This Doctor Crow | I |
And knowing Barber Twizzle live'd below | I |
Thought it might be as well | G |
Hearing so many knocks single and double | G |
To buy at his own cost a street door bell | G |
And save confusion in the house and trouble | G |
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Whereby his Isaac's visitors might know | I |
Without long waiting in the dirt and drizzle | G |
To ring for him at once and not to knock for Crow | I |
Nor Twizzle | G |
Besides he now began to feel | G |
The want of it was rather ungenteel | G |
For he had often thought it a disgrace | A |
To hear while sitting in his room above | D |
Twizzle's shrill maid on the first landing place | A |
Screaming a man below vants Mister Shove | D |
The bell was bought the wire was made to steal | G |
Round the dark stair case like a tortur'd eel | G |
Twisting and twining | N |
The jemmy handle Twizzle's door post grace'd | E |
And just beneath a brazen plate was place'd | E |
Lacquer'd and shining | N |
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Graven whereon in characters full clear | I |
And legible did Mr Shove appear | I |
And furthermore which you might read right well | G |
Was Please to ring the bell | G |
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At half past ten precisely to a second | E |
Shove every night his supper ended | E |
And sipp'd his glass of negus till he reckon'd | E |
By his stop watch exactly one more quarter | I |
Then as exactly he untied one garter | I |
A token 'twas that he for bed intended | E |
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Yet having still a quarter good before him | O |
He leisurely undress'd before the fire | I |
Contriving as the quarter did expire | I |
To be as naked as his mother bore him | O |
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Bating his shirt and night cap on his head | E |
Then as the watchman bawl'd eleven | M |
He had one foot in bed | E |
More certainly than cuckolds go to Heaven | M |
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Alas what pity 'tis that regularity | E |
Like Isaac Shove's is such a rarity | E |
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But there are swilling Wights in London town | K |
Term'd Jolly dogs Choice Spirits alias Swine | P |
Who pour in midnight revel bumpers down | K |
Making their throats a thoroughfare for wine | P |
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These spendthrifts who Life's pleasures thus out run | M |
Dozing with head aches till the afternoon | Q |
Lose half men's regular estate of Sun | M |
By borrowing too largely of the Moon | Q |
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One of this kidney Toby Tosspot hight | E |
Was coming from the Bedford late at night | E |
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And being Bacchi plenus full of wine | P |
Although he had a tolerable notion | M |
Of aiming at progressive motion | M |
'Twasn't direct 'twas serpentine | P |
He work'd with sinuosities along | R |
Like Monsieur Corkscrew worming thro' a Cork | S |
Not straight like Corkscrew's proxy stiff Don Prong | R |
A Fork | S |
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At length with near four bottles in his pate | E |
He saw the moon shining on Shove's brass plate | E |
When reading Please to ring the bell | G |
And being civil beyond measure | I |
Ring it says Toby very well | G |
I'll ring it with a deal of pleasure | I |
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Toby the kindest soul in all the town | K |
Gave it a jerk that almost jerk'd it down | K |
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He waited full two minutes no one came | J |
He waited full two minutes more and then | T |
Says Toby if he's deaf I'm not to blame | J |
I'll pull it for the gentleman again | T |
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But the first peal woke Isaac in a fright | E |
Who quick as lightning popping up his head | E |
Sat on his head's Antipodes in bed | E |
Pale as a parsnip bolt upright | E |
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At length he wisely to himself did say | A |
Calming his fears | A |
Tush 'tis some fool has rung and run away | A |
When peal the second rattle'd in his ears | A |
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Shove jump'd into the middle of the floor | I |
And trembling at each breath of air that stirr'd | E |
He grope'd down stairs and open'd the street door | I |
While Toby was performing peal the third | E |
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Isaac eye'd Toby fearfully askant | E |
And saw he was a strapper stout and tall | G |
Then put this question Pray Sir what d'ye want | E |
Says Toby I want nothing Sir at all | G |
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Want nothing Sir you've pull'd my bell I vow | U |
As if you'd jerk it off the wire | I |
Quoth Toby gravely making him a bow | U |
I pull'd it Sir at your desire | I |
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At mine Yes yours I hope I've done it well | G |
High time for bed Sir I was hast'ning to it | E |
But if you write up Please to ring the bell | G |
Common politeness makes me stop and do it | E |
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Isaac now waxing wroth apace | A |
Slamm'd the street door in Toby's face | A |
With all his might | E |
And Toby as he shut it swore | I |
He was a dirty son of something more | I |
Than delicacy suffers me to write | E |
And lifting up the knocker gave a knock | V |
So long and loud it might have raise'd the dead | E |
Twizzle declares his house sustain'd a shock | V |
Enough to shake his lodgers out of bed | E |
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Toby his rage thus vented in the rap | W |
Went serpentining home to take his nap | W |
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'Tis now high time to let you know | I |
That the obstetrick Doctor Crow | I |
Awoke in the beginning of this matter | I |
By Toby's tintinnabulary clatter | I |
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And knowing that the bell belong'd to Shove | D |
He listen'd in his bed but did not move | X |
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He only did apostrophize | A |
Sending to hell | G |
Shove and his bell | G |
That wouldn't let him close his eyes | A |
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But when he heard a thundering knock says he | E |
That's certainly a messenger for me | E |
Somebody ill in the Brick House no doubt | E |
Then mutter'd hurrying on his dressing gown | K |
I wish my Ladies out of town | K |
Chose more convenient times for crying out | E |
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Crow in the dark now reached the stair case head | E |
Shove in the dark was coming up to bed | E |
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A combination of ideas flocking | N |
Upon the pericranium of Crow | I |
Occasion'd by the hasty knocking | N |
Succeeded by a foot he heard below | I |
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He did as many folks are apt to do | E |
Who argue in the dark and in confusion | M |
That is from the Hypothesis he drew | E |
A false conclusion | M |
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Concluding Shove to be the person sent | E |
With an express from the brick tenement | E |
Whom Barber Twizzle torturer of hairs | A |
Had civilly let in and sent up stairs | A |
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As Shove came up tho' he had long time kept | E |
His character for patience very laudably | I |
He couldn't help at every step he stepp'd | E |
Grunting and grumbling in his gizzard audibly | I |
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For Isaac's mental feelings you must know | I |
Not only were considerably hurt | E |
But his corporeal also | I |
Having no other clothing than a shirt | E |
A dress beyond all doubt most light and airy | I |
It being then a frost in January | I |
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When Shove was deep down stairs the Doctor heard | E |
Being much nearer the stair top | Y |
Just here and there a random word | E |
Of the Soliloquies that Shove let drop | Y |
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But shortly by progression brought | E |
To contact nearer | I |
The Doctor consequently heard him clearer | I |
And then the fag end of this sentence caught | E |
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Which Shove repeated warmly tho' he shiver'd | E |
Damn Twizzle's house and damn the Bell | I |
And damn the fool who rang it Well | I |
From all such plagues I'll quickly be deliver'd | E |
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What quickly be deliver'd echoes Crow | I |
Who is it Come be sharp reply reply | I |
Who wants to be deliver'd let me know | I |
Recovering his surprise Shove answer'd I | I |
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You be deliver'd says the Doctor 'Sblood | E |
Hearing a man's gruff voice You lout you lob | Z |
You be deliver'd Come that's very good | E |
Says Shove I will so help me Bob | Z |
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Fellow cried Crow you're drunk with filthy beer | I |
A drunkard fellow is a brute's next neighbour | I |
But Miss Cloghorty's time was very near | I |
And I suppose Lucretia's now in labour | I |
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Zounds bellows Shove with rage and wonder wild | E |
Why then my maiden Aunt is big with child | E |
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Here was at once a sad discovery made | E |
Lucretia's frolick now was past a joke | A2 |
Shove tremble'd for his Fortune Crow his Trade | E |
Both both saw ruin by one fatal stroke | A2 |
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But with his Aunt when Isaac did discuss | A |
She hush'd the matter up by speaking thus | A |
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Sweet Isaac said Lucretia spare my Fame | J |
Tho' for my babe I feel as should a mother | I |
Your Fortune will continue much the same | J |
For keep the Secret you're his Elder Brother | I |
George Colman
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