Lord Byron's Verses On Sam Rogers.[579] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCC DEEAAAFGGBAHH C AACCIIEEBBEEJJEEBBEK CCBBLLEEEEEECCEEBBCC CCCCEE AABBCCBBAJMN O

QUESTIONA
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Nose and Chin that make a knocker hxB
Wrinkles that would puzzle CockerC
Mouth that marks the envious ScornerC
With a Scorpion in each cornerC
Curling up his tail to sting you hy-
In the place that most may wring youD
Eyes of lead like hue and gummyE
Carcase stolen from some mummyE
Bowels but they were forgottenA
Save the Liver and that's rottenA
Skin all sallow flesh all soddenA
Form the Devil would frighten G d inF
Is't a Corpse stuck up for showG
Galvanized at times to goG
With the Scripture has't connection hzB
New proof of the ResurrectionA
Vampire Ghost or Goul sic what is itH
I would walk ten miles to miss itH
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ANSWERC
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Many passengers arrest oneA
To demand the same free questionA
Shorter's my reply and frankerC
That's the Bard and Beau and BankerC
Yet if you could bring aboutI
Just to turn him inside outI
Satan's self would seem less sootyE
And his present aspect BeautyE
Mark that as he masks the biliousB
Air so softly superciliousB
Chastened bow and mock humilityE
Almost sickened to ServilityE
Hear his tone which is to talkingJ
That which creeping is to walkingJ
Now on all fours now on tiptoeE
Hear the tales he lends his lip toE
Little hints of heavy scandalsB
Every friend by turns he handlesB
All that women or that men doE
Glides forth in an inuendo sicK
Clothed in odds and ends of humourC
Herald of each paltry rumourC
From divorces down to dressesB
Woman's frailties Man's excessesB
All that life presents of evilL
Make for him a constant revelL
You're his foe for that he fears youE
And in absence blasts and sears youE
You're his friend for that he hates youE
First obliges and then baits youE
Darting on the opportunityE
When to do it with impunityE
You are neither then he'll flatterC
Till he finds some trait for satireC
Hunts your weak point out then shows itE
Where it injures to expose itE
In the mode that's most insidiousB
Adding every trait that's hideousB
From the bile whose blackening riverC
Rushes through his Stygian liverC
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Then he thinks himself a loverC
Why I really can't discoverC
In his mind age face or figureC
Viper broth might give him vigourC
Let him keep the cauldron steadyE
He the venom has alreadyE
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For his faults he has but oneA
'Tis but Envy when all's doneA
He but pays the pain he suffersB
Clipping like a pair of SnuffersB
Light that ought to burn the brighterC
For this temporary blighterC
He's the Cancer of his SpeciesB
And will eat himself to piecesB
Plague personified and FamineA
Devil whose delight is damningJ
For his merits don't you know 'em iaM
Once he wrote a pretty PoemN
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First published Fraser's Magazine January vol vii ppO

George Gordon Byron



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