The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Devil return'd to hell by twoA
And he stay'd at home till fiveB
When he dined on some homicides done in rago tC
And a rebel or so in an Irish stewA
And sausages made of a self slain JewA
And bethought himself what next to doA
'And' quoth he 'I'll take a driveB
I walk'd in the morning I'll ride to nightD
In darkness my children take most delightD
And I'll see how my favourites thriveB
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'And what shall I ride in ' quoth Lucifer thenE
'If I follow'd my taste indeedF
I should mount in a waggon of wounded menE
And smile to see them bleedF
But these will be furnish'd again and againE
And at present my purpose is speedF
To see my manor as much as I mayG
And watch that no souls shall be poach'd awayG
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'I have a state coach at Carlton HouseH
A chariot in Seymour PlaceI
But they're lent to two friends who make me amendsJ
By driving my favourite paceI
And they handle their reins with such a graceI
I have something for both at the end of their raceI
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'So now for the earth to take my chance '-
Then up to the earth sprang heC
And making a jump from Moscow to FranceK
He stepp'd across the seaC
And rested his hoof on a turnpike roadL
No very great way from a bishop's abodeL
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But first as he flew I forgot to sayG
That he hover'd a moment upon his wayG
To look upon Leipsic plainM
And so sweet to his eye was its sulphury glareN
And so soft to his ear was the cry of despairN
That he perch'd on a mountain of slainM
And he gazed with delight from its grow ing heightD
Nor often on earth had he seen such a sightD
Nor his work done half as wellO
For the field ran so red with the blood of the deadP
That it blush'd like the waves of hellO
Then loudly and wildly and long laugh'd heC
'Methinks they have here little need of me '-
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But the softest note that soothed his earQ
Was the sound of a widow sighingR
And the sweetest sight was the icy tearN
Which horror froze in the blue eye clearS
Of a maid by her lover lyingR
As round her fell her long fair hairN
And she look'd to heaven with that frenzied airN
Which seem 'd to ask if a God were thereN
And stretch'd by the wall of a ruin'd hutT
With its hollow cheek and eyes half shutT
A child of famine dyingR
And the carnage begun when resistance is doneU
And the fall of the vainly flyingR
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But the Devil has reach'd our cliffs so whiteD
And what did he there I prayG
If his eyes were good he but saw by nightD
What we see every dayG
But he made a tour and kept a journalV
Of all the wondrous sights nocturnalV
And he sold it in shares to the Men of the RowW
Who bid pretty well but they cheated him thoughW
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The Devil first saw as he thought the MailX
Its coachman and his coatY
So instead of a pistol he cock'd his tailX
And seized him by the throatY
'Aha ' quoth he 'what have we hereQ
'Tis a new barouche and an ancient peer '-
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So he sat him on his box againE
And bade him have no fearS
But be true to his club and stanch to his reinM
His brothel and his beerS
'Next to seeing a lord at the council boardZ
I would rather see him here '-
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The Devil gat next to WestminsterA2
And he turn'd to 'the room' of the CommonsB2
But he heard as he purposed to enter in thereN
That 'the Lords' had received a sum monsB2
And he thought as a ' quondam aristocrat '-
He might peep at the peers though to hear them were flatC2
And he walk'd up the house so like one of our ownD2
That they say that he stood pretty near the throneD2
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He saw the Lord Liverpool seemingly wiseB2
The Lord Westmoreland certainly sillyC
And Johnny of Norfolk a man of some sizeB2
And Chatham so like his friend BillyC
And he saw the tears in Lord Eldon's eyesB2
Because the Catholics would not riseB2
In spite of his prayers and his propheciesB2
And he heard which set Satan himself a staringR
A certain Chief Justice say something like swearingR
And the Devil was shock'd and quoth he 'I must goW
For I find we have much better manners belowW
If thus he harangues when he passes my borderA2
I shall hint to friend Moloch to call him to order '-

George Gordon Byron



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