Inebriety Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The mighty spirit and its power which stains	A
The bloodless cheek and vivifies the brains	A
I sing Say ye its fiery vot'ries true	B
The jovial curate and the shrill tongued shrew	B
Ye in the floods of limpid poison nurst	C
Where bowl the second charms like bowl the first	C
Say how and why the sparkling ill is shed	C
The heart which hardens and which rules the head	C
When winter stern his gloomy front uprears	A
A sable void the barren earth appears	A
The meads no more their former verdure boast	C
Fast bound their streams and all their beauty	C
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lost	C
The herds the flocks in icy garments mourn	D
And wildly murmur for the spring's return	E
From snow topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow	F
Howl through the woods and pierce the vales below	F
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies	A
Mocks the slow sight and hides the gloomy skies	A
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare	B
And shed their substance on the floating air	B
The floating air their downy substance glides	A
Through springing waters and prevents their tides	A
Seizes the rolling waves and as a god	C
Charms their swift race and stops the refluent	C
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flood	C
The opening valves which fill the venal road	C
Then scarcely urge along the sanguine flood	C
The labouring pulse a slower motion rules	A
The tendons stiffen and the spirit cools	A
Each asks the aid of Nature's sister Art	C
To cheer the senses and to warm the heart	C
The gentle fair on nervous tea relies	A
Whilst gay good nature sparkles in her eyes	A
An inoffensive scandal fluttering round	C
Too rough to tickle and too light to wound	C
Champagne the courtier drinks the spleen to chase	A
The colonel burgundy and port his grace	A
Turtle and 'rrac the city rulers charm	G
Ale and content the labouring peasants warm	H
O'er the dull embers happy Colin sits	A
Colin the prince of joke and rural wits	A
Whilst the wind whistles through the hollow panes	A
He drinks nor of the rude assault complains	A
And tells the tale from sire to son retold	C
Of spirits vanishing near hidden gold	C
Of moon clad imps that tremble by the dew	C
Who skim the air or glide o'er waters blue	C
The throng invisible that doubtless float	C
By mouldering tombs and o'er the stagnant meat	C
Fays dimly glancing on the russet plain	I
And all the dreadful nothing of the green	J
Peace be to such the happiest and the best	C
Who with the forms of fancy urge their jest	C
Who wage no war with an avenger's rod	C
Nor in the pride of reason curse their God	C
When in the vaulted arch Lucina gleams	A
And gaily dances o'er the azure streams	A
On silent ether when a trembling sound	C
Reverberates and wildly floats around	C
Breaking through trackless space upon the ear	B
Conclude the Bacchanalian rustic near	B
O'er hills and vales the jovial savage reels	A
Fire in his head and frenzy at his heels	A
From paths direct the bending hero swerves	A
And shapes his way in ill proportioned curves	A
Now safe arrived his sleeping rib he calls	A
And madly thunders on the muddy walls	A
The well known sounds an equal fury move	K
For rage meets rage as love enkindles love	L
In vain the waken'd infant's accents shrill	M
The humble regions of the cottage fill	M
In vain the cricket chirps the mansion through	C
'Tis war and blood and battle must ensue	C
As when on humble stage him Satan hight	C
Defies the brazen hero to the fight	C
From twanging strokes what dire misfortunes rise	A
What fate to maple arms and glassen eyes	A
Here lies a leg of elm and there a stroke	N
From ashen neck has whirl'd a head of oak	N
So drops from either power with vengeance big	O
A remnant night cap and an old cut wig	O
Titles unmusical retorted round	C
On either ear with leaden vengeance sound	C
Till equal valour equal wounds create	C
And drowsy peace concludes the fell debate	C
Sleep in her woollen mantle wraps the pair	B
And sheds her poppies on the ambient air	B
Intoxication flies as fury fled	C
On rooky pinions quits the aching head	C
Returning reason cools the fiery blood	C
And drives from memory's seat the rosy god	C
Yet still he holds o'er some his maddening rule	P
Still sways his sceptre and still knows his fool	P
Witness the livid lip and fiery front	C
With many a smarting trophy placed upon't	C
The hollow eye which plays in misty springs	A
And the hoarse voice which rough and broken rings	A
These are his triumphs and o'er these he reigns	A
The blinking deity of reeling brains	A
See Inebriety her wand she waves	A
And lo her pale and lo her purple slaves	A
Sots in embroidery and sots in crape	Q
Of every order station rank and shape	Q
The king who nods upon his rattle throne	R
The staggering peer to midnight revel prone	R
The slow tongued bishop and the deacon sly	S
The humble pensioner and gownsman dry	S
The proud the mean the selfish and the great	C
Swell the dull throng and stagger into state	C
Lo proud Flaminius at the splendid board	C
The easy chaplain of an atheist lord	C
Quaffs the bright juice with all the gust of	L
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sense	A
And clouds his brain in torpid elegance	A
In china vases see the sparkling ill	M
From gay decanters view the rosy rill	M
The neat carved pipes in silver settle laid	C
The screw by mathematic cunning made	C
Oh happy priest whose God like Egypt's lies	A
At once the deity and sacrifice	A
But is Flaminius then the man alone	R
To whom the joys of swimming brains are known	R
Lo the poor toper whose untutor'd sense	A
Sees bliss in ale and can with wine dispense	A
Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer	B
Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer	B
But simple nature can her longing quench	T
Behind the settle's curve or humbler bench	T
Some kitchen fire diffusing warmth around	C
The semi globe by hieroglyphics crown'd	C
Where canvas purse displays the brass enroll'd	C
Nor waiters rave nor landlords thirst for gold	C
Ale and content his fancy's bounds confine	U
He asks no limpid punch no rosy wine	U
But sees admitted to an equal share	B
Each faithful swain the heady potion bear	B
Go wiser thou and in thy scale of taste	C
Weigh gout and gravel against ale and rest	C
Call vulgar palates what thou judgest so	A
Say beer is heavy windy cold and slow	A
Laugh at poor sots with insolent pretence	A
Yet cry when tortured where is Providence	A
In various forms the madd'ning spirit moves	A
This drinks and fights another drinks and loves	A
A bastard zeal of different kinds it shows	A
And now with rage and now religion glows	A
The frantic soul bright reason's path defies	A
Now creeps on earth now triumphs in the skies	A
Swims in the seas of error and explores	A
Through midnight mists the fluctuating shores	A
From wave to wave in rocky channel glides	A
And sinks in woe or on presumption slides	A
In pride exalted or by shame deprest	C
An angel devil or a human beast	C
Some rage in all the strength of folly mad	C
Some love stupidity in silence clad	C
Are never quarrelsome are never gay	V
But sleep and groan and drink the night away	V
Old Torpio nods and as the laugh goes round	C
Grunts through the nasal duct and joins the sound	C
Then sleeps again and as the liquors pass	A
Wakes at the friendly jog and takes his glass	A
Alike to him who stands or reels or moves	A
The elbow chair good wine and sleep he loves	A
Nor cares of state disturb his easy head	C
By grosser fumes and calmer follies fed	C
Nor thoughts of when or where or how to come	W
The canvass general or the general doom	X
Extremes ne'er reach'd one passion of his soul	Y
A villain tame and an unmettled fool	P
To half his vices he has but pretence	A
For they usurp the place of common sense	A
To half his little merits has no claim	Z
For very indolence has raised his name	Z
Happy in this that under Satan's sway	V
His passions tremble but will not obey	V
The vicar at the table's front presides	A
Whose presence a monastic life derides	A
The reverend wig in sideway order placed	C
The reverend band by rubric stains disgraced	C
The leering eye in wayward circ	V

George Crabbe

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