The Borough. Letter V: The Election Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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YES our Election's past and we've been freeA
Somewhat as madmen without keepers beA
And such desire of Freedom has been shownB
That both the parties wish'd her all their ownB
All our free smiths and cobblers in the townC
Were loth to lay such pleasant freedom downC
To put the bludgeon and cockade asideD
And let us pass unhurt and undefiedD
True you might then your party's sign produceE
And so escape with only half th' abuseE
With half the danger as you walk'd alongF
With rage and threat'ning but from half the throngF
This you might do and not your fortune mendD
For where you lost a foe you gain'd a friendD
And to distress you vex you and exposeG
Election friends are worse than any foesG
The party curse is with the canvass pastD
But party friendship for jour grief will lastD
Friends of all kinds the civil and the rudeD
Who humbly wish or boldly dare t'intrudeD
These beg or take a liberty to comeH
Friends should be free and make your house their homeI
They know that warmly you their cause espouseJ
And come to make their boastings and their bowsJ
You scorn their manners you their words mistrustD
But you must hear them and they know you mustD
One plainly sees a friendship firm and trueK
Between the noble candidate and youK
So humbly begs and states at large the caseL
'You'll think of Bobby and the little place 'M
Stifling his shame by drink a wretch will comeH
And prate your wife and daughter from the roomN
In pain you hear him and at heart despiseO
Yet with heroic mind your pangs disguiseO
And still in patience to the sot attendD
To show what man can bear to serve a friendD
One enters hungry not to be deniedD
And takes his place and jokes 'We're of a side 'M
Yet worse the proser who upon the strengthP
Of his one vote has tales of three hours' lengthP
This sorry rogue you bear yet with surpriseO
Start at his oaths and sicken at his liesO
Then comes there one and tells in friendly wayQ
What the opponents in their anger sayQ
All that through life has vex'd you all abuseE
Will this kind friend in pure regard produceE
And having through your own offences runR
Adds as appendage what your friends have doneR
Has any female cousin made a tripS
To Gretna Green or more vexatious slipS
Has your wife's brother or your uncle's sonR
Done aught amiss or is he thought t'have doneR
Is there of all your kindred some who lackT
Vision direct or have a gibbous backT
From your unlucky name may quips and punsU
Be made by these upbraiding Goths and HunsU
To some great public character have youK
Assigned the fame to worth and talents dueK
Proud of your praise In this in any caseU
Where the brute spirit may affix disgraceU
These friends will smiling bring it and the whileV
You silent sit and practise for a smileV
Vain of their power and of their value sureW
They nearly guess the tortures you endureW
Nor spare one pang for they perceive your heartD
Goes with the cause you'd die before you'd startD
Do what they may they're sure you'll not offendD
Men who have pledged their honours to your friendD
Those friends indeed who start as in a raceU
May love the sport and laugh at this disgraceU
They have in view the glory and the prizeU
Nor heed the dirty steps by which they riseU
But we their poor associates lose the fameX
Though more than partners in the toil and shameX
Were this the whole and did the time produceU
But shame and toil but riot and abuseU
We might be then from serious griefs exemptD
And view the whole with pity and contemptD
Alas but here the vilest passions ruleY
It is Seduction's is Temptation's schoolY
Where vices mingle in the oddest waysU
The grossest slander and the dirtiest praiseU
Flattery enough to make the vainest sickZ
And clumsy stratagem and scoundrel trickZ
Nay more your anger and contempt to causeU
These while they fish for profit claim applauseU
Bribed bought and bound they banish shame and fearA2
Tell you they're staunch and have a soul sincereA2
Then talk of honour and if doubt's express'dD
Show where it lies and smite upon the breastD
Among these worthies some at first declareB2
For whom they vote he then has most to spareB2
Others hang off when coming to the postD
Is spurring time and then he'll spare the mostD
While some demurring wait and find at lastD
The bidding languish and the market pastD
These will affect all bribery to condemnC2
And be it Satan laughs he laughs at themC2
Some too are pious One desired the LordD
To teach him where 'to drop his little wordD
To lend his vote where it will profit bestD
Promotion came not from the east or westD
But as their freedom had promoted someH
He should be glad to know which way 'twould comeH
It was a naughty world and where to sellD2
His precious charge was more than he could tell 'M
'But you succeeded ' True at mighty costD
And our good friend I fear will think he's lostD
Inns horses chaises dinners balls and notesU
What fill'd their purses and what drench'd their throatsU
The private pension and indulgent leaseU
Have all been granted to these friends who fleeceU
Friends who will hang like burs upon his coatD
And boundless judge the value of a voteD
And though the terrors of the time be pass'dD
There still remain the scatterings of the blastD
The boughs are parted that entwined beforeE2
And ancient harmony exists no moreE2
The gusts of wrath our peaceful seats deformF2
And sadly flows the sighing of the stormF2
Those who have gain'd are sorry for the gloomN
But they who lost unwilling peace should comeH
There open envy here suppress'd delightD
Yet live till time shall better thoughts exciteD
And so prepare us by a six years' truceU
Again for riot insult and abuseU
Our worthy Mayor on the victorious partD
Cries out for peace and cries with all his heartD
He civil creature ever does his bestD
To banish wrath from every voter's breastD
'For where ' says he with reason strong and plainG2
'Where is the profit what will anger gain 'M
His short stout person he is wont to braceU
In good brown broad cloth edg'd with two inch laceU
When in his seat and still the coat seems newK
Preserved by common use of seaman's blueK
He was a fisher from his earliest dayQ
And placed his nets within the Borough's bayQ
Where by his skates his herrings and his solesU
He lived nor dream'd of Corporation DolesU
But toiling saved and saving never ceasedD
Till he had box'd up twelvescore pounds at leastD
He knew not money's power but judged it bestD
Safe in his trunk to let his treasure restD
Yet to a friend complain'd 'Sad charge to keepH2
So many pounds and then I cannot sleep 'M
'Then put it out ' replied the friend 'What giveI2
My money up why then I could not live 'M
'Nay but for interest place it in his handsU
Who'll give you mortgage on his house or lands 'M
'Oh but ' said Daniel 'that's a dangerous planJ2
He may be robb'd like any other man 'M
'Still he is bound and you may be at restD
More safe the money than within your chestD
And you'll receive from all deductions clearA2
Five pounds for every hundred every year 'M
'What good in that ' quoth Daniel 'for 'tis plainG2
If part I take there can but part remain 'M
'What you my friend so skill'd in gainful thingsU
Have you to learn what Interest money brings 'M
'Not so ' said Daniel 'perfectly I knowK2
He's the most interest who has most to show 'M
'True and he'll show the more the more he lendsU
Thus he his weight and consequence extendsU
For they who borrow must restore each sumH
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 breedD
How have I lived I grieve with all my heartD
For my late knowledge in this precious artD
Five pounds for every hundred will he giveI2
And then the hundred I begin to live 'M
So he began and other means he foundD
As he went on to multiply a poundD
Though blind so long to Interest all allowL2
That no man better understands it nowL2
Him in our Body Corporate we choseU
And once among us he abovI2

George Crabbe



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