The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCAAABDDB EFEFEFGG HIJIII CKCLL GGMNNMDDOPOC QRNSRNNNTTRUR DGDGVVWW XYXYQ ESMSZ A2B2NB2 C2D2D2 B2CB2CB2B2B2RRWWA2The Devil return'd to hell by two | A |
And he stay'd at home till five | B |
When he dined on some homicides done in rago t | C |
And a rebel or so in an Irish stew | A |
And sausages made of a self slain Jew | A |
And bethought himself what next to do | A |
'And' quoth he 'I'll take a drive | B |
I walk'd in the morning I'll ride to night | D |
In darkness my children take most delight | D |
And I'll see how my favourites thrive | B |
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'And what shall I ride in ' quoth Lucifer then | E |
'If I follow'd my taste indeed | F |
I should mount in a waggon of wounded men | E |
And smile to see them bleed | F |
But these will be furnish'd again and again | E |
And at present my purpose is speed | F |
To see my manor as much as I may | G |
And watch that no souls shall be poach'd away | G |
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'I have a state coach at Carlton House | H |
A chariot in Seymour Place | I |
But they're lent to two friends who make me amends | J |
By driving my favourite pace | I |
And they handle their reins with such a grace | I |
I have something for both at the end of their race | I |
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'So now for the earth to take my chance ' | - |
Then up to the earth sprang he | C |
And making a jump from Moscow to France | K |
He stepp'd across the sea | C |
And rested his hoof on a turnpike road | L |
No very great way from a bishop's abode | L |
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But first as he flew I forgot to say | G |
That he hover'd a moment upon his way | G |
To look upon Leipsic plain | M |
And so sweet to his eye was its sulphury glare | N |
And so soft to his ear was the cry of despair | N |
That he perch'd on a mountain of slain | M |
And he gazed with delight from its grow ing height | D |
Nor often on earth had he seen such a sight | D |
Nor his work done half as well | O |
For the field ran so red with the blood of the dead | P |
That it blush'd like the waves of hell | O |
Then loudly and wildly and long laugh'd he | C |
'Methinks they have here little need of me ' | - |
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But the softest note that soothed his ear | Q |
Was the sound of a widow sighing | R |
And the sweetest sight was the icy tear | N |
Which horror froze in the blue eye clear | S |
Of a maid by her lover lying | R |
As round her fell her long fair hair | N |
And she look'd to heaven with that frenzied air | N |
Which seem 'd to ask if a God were there | N |
And stretch'd by the wall of a ruin'd hut | T |
With its hollow cheek and eyes half shut | T |
A child of famine dying | R |
And the carnage begun when resistance is done | U |
And the fall of the vainly flying | R |
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But the Devil has reach'd our cliffs so white | D |
And what did he there I pray | G |
If his eyes were good he but saw by night | D |
What we see every day | G |
But he made a tour and kept a journal | V |
Of all the wondrous sights nocturnal | V |
And he sold it in shares to the Men of the Row | W |
Who bid pretty well but they cheated him though | W |
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The Devil first saw as he thought the Mail | X |
Its coachman and his coat | Y |
So instead of a pistol he cock'd his tail | X |
And seized him by the throat | Y |
'Aha ' quoth he 'what have we here | Q |
'Tis a new barouche and an ancient peer ' | - |
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So he sat him on his box again | E |
And bade him have no fear | S |
But be true to his club and stanch to his rein | M |
His brothel and his beer | S |
'Next to seeing a lord at the council board | Z |
I would rather see him here ' | - |
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The Devil gat next to Westminster | A2 |
And he turn'd to 'the room' of the Commons | B2 |
But he heard as he purposed to enter in there | N |
That 'the Lords' had received a sum mons | B2 |
And he thought as a ' quondam aristocrat ' | - |
He might peep at the peers though to hear them were flat | C2 |
And he walk'd up the house so like one of our own | D2 |
That they say that he stood pretty near the throne | D2 |
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He saw the Lord Liverpool seemingly wise | B2 |
The Lord Westmoreland certainly silly | C |
And Johnny of Norfolk a man of some size | B2 |
And Chatham so like his friend Billy | C |
And he saw the tears in Lord Eldon's eyes | B2 |
Because the Catholics would not rise | B2 |
In spite of his prayers and his prophecies | B2 |
And he heard which set Satan himself a staring | R |
A certain Chief Justice say something like swearing | R |
And the Devil was shock'd and quoth he 'I must go | W |
For I find we have much better manners below | W |
If thus he harangues when he passes my border | A2 |
I shall hint to friend Moloch to call him to order ' | - |
George Gordon Byron
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