Don Juan: Dedication Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Difficile est proprie communia dicere	A
HOR Epist ad PisonI	B
Bob Southey You're a poet Poet laureate	C
And representative of all the race	D
Although 'tis true that you turn'd out a Tory at	E
Last yours has lately been a common case	D
And now my Epic Renegade what are ye at	E
With all the Lakers in and out of place	D
A nest of tuneful persons to my eye	F
Like four and twenty Blackbirds in a pye II	G
Which pye being open'd they began to sing	H
This old song and new simile holds good	I
A dainty dish to set before the King	H
Or Regent who admires such kind of food	J
And Coleridge too has lately taken wing	H
But like a hawk encumber'd with his hood	I
Explaining Metaphysics to the nation	K
I wish he would explain his Explanation III	G
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You Bob are rather insolent you know	L
At being disappointed in your wish	M
To supersede all warblers here below	L
And be the only Blackbird in the dish	M
And then you overstrain yourself or so	L
And tumble downward like the flying fish	M
Gasping on deck because you soar too high Bob	N
And fall for lack of moisture quite a dry Bob IV	O
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And Wordsworth in a rather long Excursion	K
I think the quarto holds five hundred pages	P
Has given a sample from the vasty version	K
Of his new system to perplex the sages	Q
'Tis poetry at least by his assertion	K
And may appear so when the dog star rages	Q
And he who understands it would be able	R
To add a story to the Tower of Babel V	O
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You Gentlemen by dint of long seclusion	K
From better company have kept your own	S
At Keswick and through still continu'd fusion	K
Of one another's minds at last have grown	S
To deem as a most logical conclusion	K
That Poesy has wreaths for you alone	S
There is a narrowness in such a notion	K
Which makes me wish you'd change your lakes for Ocean VI	O
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I would not imitate the petty thought	T
Nor coin my self love to so base a vice	U
For all the glory your conversion brought	T
Since gold alone should not have been its price	U
You have your salary was't for that you wrought	T
And Wordsworth has his place in the Excise	U
You're shabby fellows true but poets still	V
And duly seated on the Immortal Hill VII	O
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Your bays may hide the baldness of your brows	W
Perhaps some virtuous blushes let them go	L
To you I envy neither fruit nor boughs	W
And for the fame you would engross below	L
The field is universal and allows	W
Scope to all such as feel the inherent glow	L
Scott Rogers Campbell Moore and Crabbe will try	O
'Gainst you the question with posterity VIII	O
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For me who wandering with pedestrian Muses	P
Contend not with you on the winged steed	X
I wish your fate may yield ye when she chooses	P
The fame you envy and the skill you need	X
And recollect a poet nothing loses	P
In giving to his brethren their full meed	X
Of merit and complaint of present days	Y
Is not the certain path to future praise IX	Y
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He that reserves his laurels for posterity	X
Who does not often claim the bright reversion	K
Has generally no great crop to spare it he	X
Being only injur'd by his own assertion	K
And although here and there some glorious rarity	X
Arise like Titan from the sea's immersion	K
The major part of such appellants go	L
To God knows where for no one else can know X	Y
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If fallen in evil days on evil tongues	Y
Milton appeal'd to the Avenger Time	Z
If Time the Avenger execrates his wrongs	Y
And makes the word Miltonic mean sublime	Z
He deign'd not to belie his soul in songs	Y
Nor turn his very talent to a crime	Z
He did not loathe the Sire to laud the Son	K
But clos'd the tyrant hater he begun XI	X
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Think'st thou could he the blind Old Man arise	Y
Like Samuel from the grave to freeze once more	A
The blood of monarchs with his prophecies	Y
Or be alive again again all hoar	A
With time and trials and those helpless eyes	Y
And heartless daughters worn and pale and poor	A
Would he adore a sultan he obey	A2
The intellectual eunuch Castlereagh XII	Y
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Cold blooded smooth fac'd placid miscreant	X
Dabbling its sleek young hands in Erin's gore	A
And thus for wider carnage taught to pant	X
Transferr'd to gorge upon a sister shore	A
The vulgarest tool that Tyranny could want	X
With just enough of talent and no more	A
To lengthen fetters by another fix'd	X
And offer poison long already mix'd XIII	Y
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An orator of such set trash of phrase	Y
Ineffably legitimately vile	B2
That even its grossest flatterers dare not praise	Y
Nor foes all nations condescend to smile	B2
Not even a sprightly blunder's spark can blaze	Y
From that Ixion grindstone's ceaseless toil	C2
That turns and turns to give the world a notion	K
Of endless torments and perpetual motion XIV	O
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A bungler even in its disgusting trade	X
And botching patching leaving still behind	X
Something of which its masters are afraid	X
States to be curb'd and thoughts to be confin'd	X
Conspiracy or Congress to be made	X
Cobbling at manacles for all mankind	X
A tinkering slave maker who mends old chains	Y
With God and Man's abhorrence for its gains XV	O
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If we may judge of matter by the mind	X
Emasculated to the marrow It	X
Hath but two objects how to serve and bind	X
Deeming the chain it wears even men may fit	X
Eutropius of its many masters blind	X
To worth as freedom wisdom as to Wit	X
Fearless because no feeling dwells in ice	Y
Its very courage stagnates to a vice XVI	O
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Where shall I turn me not to view its bonds	Y
For I will never feel them Italy	X
Thy late reviving Roman soul desponds	Y
Beneath the lie this State thing breath'd o'er thee	X
Thy clanking chain and Erin's yet green wounds	Y
Have voices tongues to cry aloud for me	X
Europe has slaves allies kings armies still	V
And Southey lives to sing them very ill XVII	O
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Meantime Sir Laureate I proceed to dedicate	X
In honest simple verse this song to you	D2
And if in flattering strains I do not predicate	X
'Tis that I still retain my buff and blue	D2
My politics as yet are all to educate	X
Apostasy's so fashionable too	D2
To keep one creed's a task grown quite Herculean	K
Is it not so my Tory ultra Julian	K

George Gordon Byron

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