Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFDDEEGGHH DDIHDDJJDDKKKKLLDDGG KKKKMNDDOOLLLLDDDDPP AANNGGDDQQRRLLHHGGGG QQNQAAHHNNND NDear Doctor I have read your play | A |
Which is a good one in its way | A |
Purges the eyes and moves the bowels | B |
And drenches handkerchiefs like towels | B |
With tears that in a flux of grief | C |
Afford hysterical relief | C |
To shatter'd nerves and quicken'd pulses | D |
Which your catastrophe convulses | D |
I like your moral and machinery | E |
Your plot too has such scope for scenery | E |
Your dialogue is apt and smart | F |
The play's concoction full of art | F |
Your hero raves your heroine cries | D |
All stab and everybody dies | D |
In short your tragedy would be | E |
The very thing to hear and see | E |
And for a piece of publication | G |
If I decline on this occasion | G |
It is not that I am not sensible | H |
To merits in themselves ostensible | H |
But and I grieve to speak it plays | D |
Are drugs mere drugs Sir nowadays | D |
I had a heavy loss by Manuel | I |
Too lucky if it prove not annual | H |
And Sotheby with his damn'd Orestes | D |
Which by the way the old bore's best is | D |
Has lain so very long on hand | J |
That I despair of all demand | J |
I've advertis'd but see my books | D |
Or only watch my shopman's looks | D |
Still Ivan Ina and such lumber | K |
My back shop glut my shelves encumber | K |
There's Byron too who once did better | K |
Has sent me folded in a letter | K |
A sort of it's no more a drama | L |
Than Darnley Ivan or Kehama | L |
So alter'd since last year his pen is | D |
I think he's lost his wits at Venice | D |
Or drain'd his brains away as stallion | G |
To some dark eyed and warm Italian | G |
In short Sir what with one and t'other | K |
I dare not venture on another | K |
I write in haste excuse each blunder | K |
The coaches through the street so thunder | K |
My room's so full we've Gifford here | M |
Reading MSS with Hookham Frere | N |
Pronouncing on the nouns and particles | D |
Of some of our forthcoming articles | D |
The Quarterly ah Sir if you | O |
Had but the genius to review | O |
A smart critique upon St Helena | L |
Or if you only would but tell in a | L |
Short compass what but to resume | L |
As I was saying Sir the room | L |
The room's so full of wits and bards | D |
Crabbes Campbells Crokers Freres and Wards | D |
And others neither bards nor wits | D |
My humble tenement admits | D |
All persons in the dress of Gent | P |
From Mr Hammond to Dog Dent | P |
A party dines with me today | A |
All clever men who make their way | A |
Crabbe Malcolm Hamilton and Chantrey | N |
Are all partakers of my pantry | N |
They're at this moment in discussion | G |
On poor De Sta e l's late dissolution | G |
Her book they say was in advance | D |
Pray Heaven she tell the truth of France | D |
'Tis said she certainly was married | Q |
To Rocca and had twice miscarried | Q |
No not miscarried I opine | R |
But brought to bed at forty nine | R |
Some say she died a Papist some | L |
Are of opinion that's a hum | L |
I don't know that the fellow Schlegel | H |
Was very likely to inveigle | H |
A dying person in compunction | G |
To try the extremity of unction | G |
But peace be with her for a woman | G |
Her talents surely were uncommon | G |
Her publisher and public too | Q |
The hour of her demise may rue | Q |
For never more within his shop he | N |
Pray was she not interr'd at Coppet | Q |
Thus run our time and tongues away | A |
But to return Sir to your play | A |
Sorry Sir but I cannot deal | H |
Unless 'twere acted by O'Neill | H |
My hands are full my head so busy | N |
I'm almost dead and always dizzy | N |
And so with endless truth and hurry | N |
Dear Doctor I am yours | D |
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JOHN MURRAY | N |
George Gordon Byron
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