Tale Xx Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE BROTHERSA
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Than old George Fletcher on the British coastB
Dwelt not a seaman who had more to boastB
Kind simple and sincere he seldom spokeC
But sometimes sang and chorus'd 'Hearts of Oak '-
In dangers steady with his lot contentD
His days in labour and in love were spentD
He left a Son so like him that the oldE
With joy exclaim'd ''Tis Fletcher we behold '-
But to his Brother when the kinsmen cameF
And view'd his form they grudged the father'sA
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nameF
George was a bold intrepid careless ladG
With just the failings that his father hadG
Isaac was weak attentive slow exactH
With just the virtues that his father lack'dH
George lived at sea upon the land a guestI
He sought for recreation not for restI
While far unlike his brother's feebler formJ
Shrank from the cold and shudder'd at the stormJ
Still with the Seaman's to connect his tradeK
The boy was bound where blocks and ropes were madeK
George strong and sturdy had a tender mindL
And was to Isaac pitiful and kindL
A very father till his art was gain'dM
And then a friend unwearied he remain'dM
He saw his brother was of spirit lowN
His temper peevish and his motions slowN
Not fit to bustle in a world or makeO
Friends to his fortune for his merit's sakeO
But the kind sailor could not boast the artP
Of looking deeply in the human heartP
Else had he seen that this weak brother knewQ
What men to court what objects to pursueQ
That he to distant gain the way discern'dR
And none so crooked but his genius learn'dR
Isaac was poor and this the brother feltS
He hired a house and there the Landman dweltS
Wrought at his trade and had an easy homeT
For there would George with cash and comforts comeU
And when they parted Isaac look'd aroundV
Where other friends and helpers might be foundV
He wish'd for some port place and one mightW
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fallX
He wisely thought if he should try for allX
He had a vote and were it well appliedY
Might have its worth and he had views besideY
Old Burgess Steel was able to promoteZ
An humble man who served him with a voteZ
For Isaac felt not what some tempers feelA2
But bow'd and bent the neck to Burgess SteelA2
And great attention to a lady gaveB2
His ancient friend a maiden spare and graveB2
One whom the visage long and look demureC2
Of Isaac pleased he seem'd sedate and pureC2
And his soft heart conceived a gentle flameF
For her who waited on this virtuous dameF
Not an outrageous love a scorching fireD2
But friendly liking and chastised desireD2
And thus he waited patient in delayE2
In present favour and in fortune's wayE2
George then was coasting war was yet delay'dK
And what he gain'd was to his brother paidK
Nor ask'd the Seaman what he saved or spentD
But took his grog wrought hard and was contentD
Till war awaked the land and George beganF2
To think what part became a useful manF2
'Press'd I must go why then 'tis better farG2
At once to enter like a British tarG2
Than a brave captain and the foe to shunH2
As if I fear'd the music of a gun '-
'Go not ' said Isaac 'you shall wear disguise '-
'What ' said the Seaman 'clothe myself with lies '-
'Oh but there's danger ' 'Danger in the fleetI2
You cannot mean good brother of defeatI2
And other dangers I at land must shareJ2
So now adieu and trust a brother's care '-
Isaac awhile demurr'd but in his heartP
So might he share he was disposed to partP
The better mind will sometimes feel the painK2
Of benefactions favour is a chainK2
But they the feeling scorn and what they wishL2
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disdainK2
While beings form'd in coarser mould will hateM2
The helping hand they ought to venerateM2
No wonder George should in this cause prevailN2
With one contending who was glad to failN2
'Isaac farewell do wipe that doleful eyeO2
Crying we came and groaning we may dieO2
Let us do something 'twixt the groan and cryO2
And hear me brother whether pay or prizeP2
One half to thee I give and I deviseP2
Por thou hast oft occasion for the aidK
Of learn'd physicians and they will be paidK
Their wives and children men support at seaQ2
And thou my lad art wife and child to meQ2
Farewell I go where hope and honour callX
Nor does it follow that who fights must fall '-
Isaac here made a poor attempt to speakR2
And a huge tear moved slowly down his cheekR2
Like Pluto's iron drop hard sign of graceS2
It slowly roll'd upon the rueful faceS2
Forced by the striving will alone its way to traceS2
Years fled war lasted George at sea remain'dM
While the slow Landman still his profits gain'dM
An humble place was vacant he besoughtM
His patron's interest and the office caughtM
For still the Virgin was his faithful friendM
And one so sober could with truth commendM
Who of his own defects most humbly thoughtM
And their advice with zeal and reverence soughtM
Whom thus the Mistress praised the Maid approvedM
And her he wedded whom he wisely lovedM
No more he needs assistance but alasT2
He fears the money will for liquor passT2
Or that the Seaman might to flatterers lendM
Or give support to some pretended friendM
Still he must write he wrote and he confess'dM
That till absolved he should be sore distress'dM
But one so friendly would he thought forgiveU2
The hasty deed Heav'n knew how he should liveV2
'But you ' he added 'as a man of senseW2
Have well consider'd danger and expenseW2
I ran alas into the fatal snareJ2
And now for trouble must my mind prepareJ2
And how with children I shall pick my wayE2
Through a hard world is more than I can sayE2
Then change not Brother your more happy stateM
Or on the hazard long deliberate '-
George answered gravely 'It is right and fitM
In all our crosses humbly to submitM
Your apprehensions are unwise unjustM
Forbear repining and expel distrust '-
He added 'Marriage was the joy of life '-
And gave his service to his brother's wifeX2
Then vow'd to bear in all expense a partM
And thus concluded 'Have a cheerful heart '-
Had the glad Isaac been his brother's guideM
In the same terms the Seaman had repliedM
At such reproofs the crafty Landman smiledM
And softly said 'This creature is a child '-
Twice had the gallant ship a capture madeM
And when in port the happy crew were paidM
Home went the Sailor with his pockets storedM
Ease to enjoy and pleasure to affordM
His time was short joy shone in every faceS2
Isaac half fainted in the fond embraceS2
The wife resolved her honour'd guest to pleaseY2
The children clung upon their uncle's kneesY2
The grog went round the neighbours drank hisZ2
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healthA3
And George exclaimed 'Ah what to this is wealthA3
Better ' said he 'to bear a loving heartM
Than roll in riches but we now must part '-
All yet is still but hark the winds o'ersweepB3
The rising waves and howl upon the deepB3
Ships late becalm'd on mountain billows rideM
So life is threaten'd and so man is triedM
Ill were the tidings that arrived from seaQ2
The worthy George must now a cripple beQ2
His leg was lopp'd and though his heart was soundM
Though his brave captain was with glory crown'dM
Yet much it vex'd him to repose on shoreC3
An idle log and be of use no moreC3
True he was sure that Isaac would receiveD3
All of his Brother that the foe might leaveD3
To whom the Seaman his design had sentM
Ere from the port the wounded hero wentM
His wealth and expectations told he 'knewK2
Wherein they fail'd what Isaac's love would doM
That he the grog and cabin would supplyO2
Where George at anchor during life would lie '-
The Landman read and reading grew distress'dM
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'Could he resolve t'admit so poor a guestM
Better at Greenwich might the Sailor stayE2
Unless his purse could for his comforts pay '-
So Isaac judged and to his wife appealedM
But yet acknowledged it was best to yieldM
'Perhaps his pension with what sums remainK2
Due or unsquander'd may the man maintainK2
Refuse we must not ' With a heavy sighO2
The lady heard and made her kind replyO2
'Nor would I w-

George Crabbe



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