The Borough. Letter Viii: Trades Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB ACDEEE FFGGHHIIJJEEKKLLMMNN O K EEPPQREESSNNTTEEUUKK AAVVWWXYE ZZIIEEA2A2B2B2EEEEC2 C2EED2 EE E2E2EEF2F2KKG2G2EG2 ELLEEC2C2G2G2EEFFF2F 2H2H2I2 EEEEG2G2G2G2WW J2W EEAAK2 G2G2G2G2G2G2G2 WWWG2G2L2L2G2G2G2G2G 2K G2WWM2N2O2P2Q2Q2EER2 R2EEC2C2G2G2WWC2C2G2 G2E EEE

OF manufactures trade inventions rareA
Steam towers and looms you'd know our Borough'sB
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shareA
'Tis small we boast not these rich subjects hereC
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a yearD
We've no huge buildings where incessant noiseE
Is made by springs and spindles girls and boysE
Where 'mid such thundering sounds the maiden'sE
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songF
Is 'Harmony in Uproar' all day longF
Still common minds with us in common tradeG
Have gain'd more wealth than ever student madeG
And yet a merchant when he gives his sonH
His college learning thinks his duty doneH
A way to wealth he leaves his boy to findI
Just when he's made for the discovery blindI
Jones and his wife perceived their elder boyJ
Took to his learning and it gave them joyJ
This they encouraged and were bless'd to seeE
Their son a fellow with a high degreeE
A living fell he married and his sireK
Declared 'twas all a father could requireK
Children then bless'd them and when letters cameL
The parents proudly told each grandchild's nameL
Meantime the sons at home in trade were placedM
Money their object just the father's tasteM
Saving he lived and long and when he diedN
He gave them all his fortune to divideN
'Martin ' said he 'at vast expense was taughtO
He gain'd his wish and has the ease he sought '-
Thus the good priest the Christian scholarK
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findsE
'What estimate is made by vulgar mindsE
He sees his brothers who had every giftP
Of thriving now assisted in their thriftP
While he whom learning habits all preventQ
Is largely mulct for each impedimentR
Yet let us own that Trade has much of chanceE
Not all the careful by their care advanceE
With the same parts and prospects one a seatS
Builds for himself one finds it in the FleetS
Then to the wealthy you will see deniedN
Comforts and joys that with the poor abideN
There are who labour through the year and yetT
No more have gain'd than not to be in debtT
Who still maintain the same laborious courseE
Yet pleasure hails them from some favourite sourceE
And health amusements children wife or friendU
With life's dull views their consolations blendU
Nor these alone possess the lenient powerK
Of soothing life in the desponding hourK
Some favourite studies some delightful careA
The mind with trouble and distresses shareA
And by a coin a flower a verse a boatV
The stagnant spirits have been set afloatV
They pleased at first and then the habit grewW
Till the fond heart no higher pleasure knewW
Till from all cares and other comforts freedX
Th' important nothing took in life the leadY
With all his phlegm it broke a Dutchman'sE
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heartZ
At a vast price with one loved root to partZ
And toys like these fill many a British mindI
Although their hearts are found of firmer kindI
Oft have I smiled the happy pride to seeE
Of humble tradesmen in their evening gleeE
When of some pleasing fancied good possess'dA2
Each grew alert was busy and was bless'dA2
Whether the call bird yield the hour's delightB2
Or magnified in microscope the miteB2
Or whether tumblers croppers carriers seizeE
The gentle mind they rule it and they pleaseE
There is my friend the Weaver strong desiresE
Reign in his breast 'tis beauty he admiresE
See to the shady grove he wings his wayC2
And feels in hope the raptures of the dayC2
Eager he looks and soon to glad his eyesE
From the sweet bower by nature form'd ariseE
Bright troops of virgin moths and fresh bornD2
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butterfliesE
Who broke that morning from their half year'sE
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sleepE2
To fly o'er flowers where they were wont to creepE2
Above the sovereign oak a sovereign skimsE
The purple Emp'ror strong in wing and limbsE
There fair Camilla takes her flight sereneF2
Adonis blue and Paphia silver queenF2
With every filmy fly from mead or bowerK
And hungry Sphinx who threads the honey'd flowerK
She o'er the Larkspur's bed where sweets aboundG2
Views ev'ry bell and hums th' approving soundG2
Poised on her busy plumes with feeling niceE
She draws from every flower nor tries a floretG2
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twiceE
He fears no bailiff's wrath no baron's blameL
His is untax'd and undisputed gameL
Nor less the place of curious plant he knowsE
He both his Flora and his Fauna showsE
For him is blooming in its rich arrayC2
The glorious flower which bore the palm awayC2
In vain a rival tried his utmost artG2
His was the prize and joy o'erflow'd his heartG2
'This this is beauty cast I pray your eyesE
On this my glory see the grace the sizeE
Was ever stem so tall so stout so strongF
Exact in breadth in just proportion longF
These brilliant hues are all distinct and cleanF2
No kindred tint no blending streaks betweenF2
This is no shaded run off pin eyed thingH2
A king of flowers a flower for England's kingH2
I own my pride and thank the favouring starI2
Which shed such beauty on my fair Bizarre '-
Thus may the poor the cheap indulgence seizeE
While the most wealthy pine and pray for easeE
Content not always waits upon successE
And more may he enjoy who profits lessE
Walter and William took their father deadG2
Jointly the trade to which they both were bredG2
When fix'd they married and they quickly foundG2
With due success their honest labours crown'dG2
Few were their losses but although a fewW
Walter was vex'd and somewhat peevish grewW
'You put your trust in every pleading fool '-
Said he to William and grew strange and coolJ2
'Brother forbear ' he answer'd 'take your dueW
Nor let my lack of caution injure you '-
Half friends they parted better so to closeE
Than longer wait to part entirely foesE
Walter had knowledge prudence jealous careA
He let no idle views his bosom shareA
He never thought nor felt for other menK2
'Let one mind one and all are minded then '-
Friends he respected and believed them justG2
But they were men and he would no man trustG2
He tried and watch'd his people day and nightG2
The good it harm'd not for the bad 'twas rightG2
He could their humours bear nay disrespectG2
But he could yield no pardon to neglectG2
That all about him were of him afraidG2
'Was right ' he said 'so should we be obey'd '-
These merchant maxims much good fortune tooW
And ever keeping one grand point in viewW
To vast amount his once small portion drewW
William was kind and easy he compliedG2
With all requests or grieved when he deniedG2
To please his wife he made a costly tripL2
To please his child he let a bargain slipL2
Prone to compassion mild with the distress'dG2
He bore with all who poverty profess'dG2
And some would he assist nor one would he arrestG2
He had some loss at sea bad debts at landG2
His clerk absconded with some bills in handG2
And plans so often fail'd that he no longerK
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plann'dG2
To a small house his brother's he withdrewW
At easy rent the man was not a JewW
And there his losses and his cares he boreM2
Nor found that want of wealth could make him poorN2
No he in fact was rich nor could he moveO2
But he was follow'd by the looks of loveP2
All he had suffer'd every former griefQ2
Made those around more studious in reliefQ2
He saw a cheerful smile in every faceE
And lost all thoughts of error and disgraceE
Pleasant it was to see them in their walkR2
Round their small garden and to hear them talkR2
Free are their children but their love refrainsE
From all offence none murmurs none complainsE
Whether a book amused them speech or playC2
Their looks were lively and their hearts were gayC2
There no forced efforts for delight were madeG2
Joy came with prudence and without paradeG2
Their common comforts they had all in viewW
Light were their troubles and their wishes fewW
Thrift made them easy for the coming dayC2
Religion took the dread of death awayC2
A cheerful spirit still ensured contentG2
And love smiled round them wheresoe'er they wentG2
Walter meantime with all his wealth'sE
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increaseE
Gain'd many points but could not purchase peaceE
When he withdrew from busE

George Crabbe



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