The Borough. Letter V: The Election Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFDDGGDDDD HIJJDDKKLMHNOODDDMPP OOQQEERRSSRRTTUUKKUU VVWWDDDDUUUUXXUUDDYY UUZZUUA2A2DDB2B2DDDD C2C2DDDDHHD2MDDUUUUD DDDE2E2F2F2NHDDUUDDD DG2MUUKKQQUUDDDDH2MI 2MUMJ2MDDA2MG2MUMK2M UUHMMDDDI2MDDL2L2UI2YES our Election's past and we've been free | A |
Somewhat as madmen without keepers be | A |
And such desire of Freedom has been shown | B |
That both the parties wish'd her all their own | B |
All our free smiths and cobblers in the town | C |
Were loth to lay such pleasant freedom down | C |
To put the bludgeon and cockade aside | D |
And let us pass unhurt and undefied | D |
True you might then your party's sign produce | E |
And so escape with only half th' abuse | E |
With half the danger as you walk'd along | F |
With rage and threat'ning but from half the throng | F |
This you might do and not your fortune mend | D |
For where you lost a foe you gain'd a friend | D |
And to distress you vex you and expose | G |
Election friends are worse than any foes | G |
The party curse is with the canvass past | D |
But party friendship for jour grief will last | D |
Friends of all kinds the civil and the rude | D |
Who humbly wish or boldly dare t'intrude | D |
These beg or take a liberty to come | H |
Friends should be free and make your house their home | I |
They know that warmly you their cause espouse | J |
And come to make their boastings and their bows | J |
You scorn their manners you their words mistrust | D |
But you must hear them and they know you must | D |
One plainly sees a friendship firm and true | K |
Between the noble candidate and you | K |
So humbly begs and states at large the case | L |
'You'll think of Bobby and the little place ' | M |
Stifling his shame by drink a wretch will come | H |
And prate your wife and daughter from the room | N |
In pain you hear him and at heart despise | O |
Yet with heroic mind your pangs disguise | O |
And still in patience to the sot attend | D |
To show what man can bear to serve a friend | D |
One enters hungry not to be denied | D |
And takes his place and jokes 'We're of a side ' | M |
Yet worse the proser who upon the strength | P |
Of his one vote has tales of three hours' length | P |
This sorry rogue you bear yet with surprise | O |
Start at his oaths and sicken at his lies | O |
Then comes there one and tells in friendly way | Q |
What the opponents in their anger say | Q |
All that through life has vex'd you all abuse | E |
Will this kind friend in pure regard produce | E |
And having through your own offences run | R |
Adds as appendage what your friends have done | R |
Has any female cousin made a trip | S |
To Gretna Green or more vexatious slip | S |
Has your wife's brother or your uncle's son | R |
Done aught amiss or is he thought t'have done | R |
Is there of all your kindred some who lack | T |
Vision direct or have a gibbous back | T |
From your unlucky name may quips and puns | U |
Be made by these upbraiding Goths and Huns | U |
To some great public character have you | K |
Assigned the fame to worth and talents due | K |
Proud of your praise In this in any case | U |
Where the brute spirit may affix disgrace | U |
These friends will smiling bring it and the while | V |
You silent sit and practise for a smile | V |
Vain of their power and of their value sure | W |
They nearly guess the tortures you endure | W |
Nor spare one pang for they perceive your heart | D |
Goes with the cause you'd die before you'd start | D |
Do what they may they're sure you'll not offend | D |
Men who have pledged their honours to your friend | D |
Those friends indeed who start as in a race | U |
May love the sport and laugh at this disgrace | U |
They have in view the glory and the prize | U |
Nor heed the dirty steps by which they rise | U |
But we their poor associates lose the fame | X |
Though more than partners in the toil and shame | X |
Were this the whole and did the time produce | U |
But shame and toil but riot and abuse | U |
We might be then from serious griefs exempt | D |
And view the whole with pity and contempt | D |
Alas but here the vilest passions rule | Y |
It is Seduction's is Temptation's school | Y |
Where vices mingle in the oddest ways | U |
The grossest slander and the dirtiest praise | U |
Flattery enough to make the vainest sick | Z |
And clumsy stratagem and scoundrel trick | Z |
Nay more your anger and contempt to cause | U |
These while they fish for profit claim applause | U |
Bribed bought and bound they banish shame and fear | A2 |
Tell you they're staunch and have a soul sincere | A2 |
Then talk of honour and if doubt's express'd | D |
Show where it lies and smite upon the breast | D |
Among these worthies some at first declare | B2 |
For whom they vote he then has most to spare | B2 |
Others hang off when coming to the post | D |
Is spurring time and then he'll spare the most | D |
While some demurring wait and find at last | D |
The bidding languish and the market past | D |
These will affect all bribery to condemn | C2 |
And be it Satan laughs he laughs at them | C2 |
Some too are pious One desired the Lord | D |
To teach him where 'to drop his little word | D |
To lend his vote where it will profit best | D |
Promotion came not from the east or west | D |
But as their freedom had promoted some | H |
He should be glad to know which way 'twould come | H |
It was a naughty world and where to sell | D2 |
His precious charge was more than he could tell ' | M |
'But you succeeded ' True at mighty cost | D |
And our good friend I fear will think he's lost | D |
Inns horses chaises dinners balls and notes | U |
What fill'd their purses and what drench'd their throats | U |
The private pension and indulgent lease | U |
Have all been granted to these friends who fleece | U |
Friends who will hang like burs upon his coat | D |
And boundless judge the value of a vote | D |
And though the terrors of the time be pass'd | D |
There still remain the scatterings of the blast | D |
The boughs are parted that entwined before | E2 |
And ancient harmony exists no more | E2 |
The gusts of wrath our peaceful seats deform | F2 |
And sadly flows the sighing of the storm | F2 |
Those who have gain'd are sorry for the gloom | N |
But they who lost unwilling peace should come | H |
There open envy here suppress'd delight | D |
Yet live till time shall better thoughts excite | D |
And so prepare us by a six years' truce | U |
Again for riot insult and abuse | U |
Our worthy Mayor on the victorious part | D |
Cries out for peace and cries with all his heart | D |
He civil creature ever does his best | D |
To banish wrath from every voter's breast | D |
'For where ' says he with reason strong and plain | G2 |
'Where is the profit what will anger gain ' | M |
His short stout person he is wont to brace | U |
In good brown broad cloth edg'd with two inch lace | U |
When in his seat and still the coat seems new | K |
Preserved by common use of seaman's blue | K |
He was a fisher from his earliest day | Q |
And placed his nets within the Borough's bay | Q |
Where by his skates his herrings and his soles | U |
He lived nor dream'd of Corporation Doles | U |
But toiling saved and saving never ceased | D |
Till he had box'd up twelvescore pounds at least | D |
He knew not money's power but judged it best | D |
Safe in his trunk to let his treasure rest | D |
Yet to a friend complain'd 'Sad charge to keep | H2 |
So many pounds and then I cannot sleep ' | M |
'Then put it out ' replied the friend 'What give | I2 |
My money up why then I could not live ' | M |
'Nay but for interest place it in his hands | U |
Who'll give you mortgage on his house or lands ' | M |
'Oh but ' said Daniel 'that's a dangerous plan | J2 |
He may be robb'd like any other man ' | M |
'Still he is bound and you may be at rest | D |
More safe the money than within your chest | D |
And you'll receive from all deductions clear | A2 |
Five pounds for every hundred every year ' | M |
'What good in that ' quoth Daniel 'for 'tis plain | G2 |
If part I take there can but part remain ' | M |
'What you my friend so skill'd in gainful things | U |
Have you to learn what Interest money brings ' | M |
'Not so ' said Daniel 'perfectly I know | K2 |
He's the most interest who has most to show ' | M |
'True and he'll show the more the more he lends | U |
Thus he his weight and consequence extends | U |
For they who borrow must restore each sum | H |
And pay for use What Daniel art thou dumb ' | M |
For much amazed was that good man 'Indeed ' | M |
Said he with gladd'ning eye 'will money breed | D |
How have I lived I grieve with all my heart | D |
For my late knowledge in this precious art | D |
Five pounds for every hundred will he give | I2 |
And then the hundred I begin to live ' | M |
So he began and other means he found | D |
As he went on to multiply a pound | D |
Though blind so long to Interest all allow | L2 |
That no man better understands it now | L2 |
Him in our Body Corporate we chose | U |
And once among us he abov | I2 |
George Crabbe
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