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The Vision Of Judgment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate	B
His keys were rusty and the lock was dull	C
So little trouble had been given of late	B
Not that the place by any means was full	D
But since the Gallic era 'eight eight'	B
The devils had ta'en a longer stronger pull	D
And 'a pull altogether ' as they say	E
At sea which drew most souls another way	E
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II	A
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The angels all were singing out of tune	F
And hoarse with having little else to do	B
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon	F
Or curb a runaway young star or two	B
Or wild colt of a comet which too soon	F
Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue	B
Splitting some planet with its playful tail	G
As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale	G
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III	A
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The guardian seraphs had retired on high	A
Finding their charges past all care below	H
Terrestrial business fill'd nought in the sky	A
Save the recording angel's black bureau	H
Who found indeed the facts to multiply	A
With such rapidity of vice and woe	H
That he had stripp'd off both his wings in quills	E
And yet was in arrear of human ills	E
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IV	A
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His business so augmented of late years	E
That he was forced against his will no doubt	B
Just like those cherubs earthly ministers	E
For some resource to turn himself about	B
And claim the help of his celestial peers	E
To aid him ere he should be quite worn out	B
By the increased demand for his remarks	E
Six angels and twelve saints were named his clerks	E
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V	A
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This was a handsome board at least for heaven	I
And yet they had even then enough to do	B
So many conqueror's cars were daily driven	I
So many kingdoms fitted up anew	B
Each day too slew its thousands six or seven	I
Till at the crowning carnage Waterloo	B
They threw their pens down in divine disgust	B
The page was so besmear'd with blood and dust	B
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VI	A
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This by the way 'tis not mine to record	B
What angels shrink Wrom ZAAFXISHJEXXIMQZUIVO	A
On this occasion his own work abhorr'd	B
So surfeited with the infernal revel	C
Though he himself had sharpen'd every sword	B
It almost quench'd his innate thirst of evil	C
Here Satan's sole good work deserves insertion	I
'Tis that he has both generals in reveration	I
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VII	A
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Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace	E
Which peopled earth no better hell as wont	B
And heaven none they form the tyrant's lease	E
With nothing but new names subscribed upon't	A
'Twill one day finish meantime they increase	E
'With seven heads and ten horns ' and all in front	B
Like Saint John's foretold beast but ours are born	I
Less formidable in the head than horn	I
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VIII	A
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In the first year of freedom's second dawn	I
Died George the Third although no tyrant one	I
Who shielded tyrants till each sense withdrawn	I
Left him nor mental nor external sun	I
A better farmer ne'er brush'd dew from lawn	I
A worse king never left a realm undone	I
He died but left his subjects still behind	B
One half as mad and t'other no less blind	B
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IX	E
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He died his death made no great stir on earth	J
His burial made some pomp there was profusion	I
Of velvet gilding brass and no great dearth	J
Of aught but tears save those shed by collusion	I
For these things may be bought at their true worth	J
Of elegy there was the due infusion	I
Bought also and the torches cloaks and banners	E
Heralds and relics of old Gothic manners	E
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X	E
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Form'd a sepulchral melo drame Of all	K
The fools who flack's to swell or see the show	H
Who cared about the corpse The funeral	C
Made the attraction and the black the woe	H
There throbbed not there a thought which pierced the pall	L
And when the gorgeous coffin was laid low	H
It seamed the mockery of hell to fold	B
The rottenness of eighty years in gold	B
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XI	E
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So mix his body with the dust It might	B
Return to what it must far sooner were	M
The natural compound left alone to fight	B
Its way back into earth and fire and air	N
But the unnatural balsams merely blight	B
What nature made him at his birth as bare	N
As the mere million's base unmarried clay	E
Yet all his spices but prolong decay	E
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XII	E
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He's dead and upper earth with him has done	I
He's buried save the undertaker's bill	O
Or lapidary scrawl the world is gone	I
For him unless he left a German will	O
But where's the proctor who will ask his son	I
In whom his qualities are reigning still	O
Except that household virtue most uncommon	I
Of constancy to a bad ugly woman	I
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XIII	E
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'God save the king ' It is a large economy	E
In God to save the like but if he will	O
Be saving all the better for not one am I	A
Of those who think damnation better still	O
I hardly know too if not quite alone am I	A
In this small hope of bettering future ill	O
By circumscribing with some slight restriction	I
The eternity of hell's hot jurisdiction	I
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XIV	A
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I know this is unpopular I know	H
'Tis blasphemous I know one may be damned	B
For hoping no one else may ever be so	H
I know my catechism I know we're caromed	B
With the best doctrines till we quite o'erflow	O
I know that all save England's church have shamm'd	B
And that the other twice two hundred churches	E
And synagogues have made a damn'd bad purchase	E
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XV	A
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God help us all God help me too I am	P
God knows as helpless as the devil can wish	Q
And not a whit more difficult to damn	P
Than is to bring to land a late hook'd fish	Q
Or to the butcher to purvey the lamb	P
Not that I'm fit for such a noble dish	Q
As one day will be that immortal fry	A
Of almost everybody born to die	A
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XVI	A
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Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate	B
And nodded o'er his keys when lo there came	R
A wondrous noise he had not heard of late	B
A rushing sound of wind and stream and flame	R
In short a roar of things extremely great	B
Which would have made aught save a saint exclaim	R
But he with first a start and then a wink	S
Said 'There's another star gone out I think '	-
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XVII	A
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But ere he could return to his repose	E
A cherub flapp'd his right wing o'er his eyes	E
At which St Peter yawn'd and rubb'd his hose	E
'Saint porter ' said the angel 'prithee rise '	-
Waving a goodly wing which glow'd as glows	E
An earthly peacock's tail with heavenly dyes	E
To which the saint replied 'Well what's the matter	M
'Is Lucifer come back with all this clatter '	-
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XVIII	A
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'No ' quoth the cherub 'George the Third is dead '	-
'And who is George the Third ' replied the apostle	O
'What George what Third ' 'The king of England ' said	B
The angel 'Well he won't find kings to jostle	O
Him on his way but does he wear his head	B
Because the last we saw here had a tussle	O
And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces	E
Had he not flung his head in all our faces	E
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XIX	E
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'He was if I remember king of France	E
That head of his which could not keep a crown	I
On earth yet ventured in my face to advance	E
A claim to those of martyrs like my own	I
If I had had my sword as I had once	E
When I cut ears off I had cut him down	I
But having but my keys and not my brand	B
I only knock'd his head from out his hand	B
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XX	E
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'And then he set up such a headless howl	O
That all the saints came out and took him in	I
And there he sits by St Paul cheek by jowl	O
That fellow Paul the parven The skin	I
Of St Bartholomew which makes his cowl	O
In heaven and upon earth redeem'd his sin	I
So as to make a martyr never sped	B
Better than did this weak and wooden head	B
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XXI	E
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'But had it come up here upon its shoulders	E
There would have been a different tale to tell	O
The fellow feeling in the saint's beholders	E
Seems to have acted on them like a spell	O
And so this very foolish head heaven solders	E
Back on its trunk it may be very well	O
And seems the custom here to overthrow	H
Whatever has been wisely done below '	-
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XXII	E
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The angel answer'd 'Peter do not pout	B
The king who comes has head and all entire	M
And never knew much what it was about	B
He did as doth the puppet by its wire	M
And will be judged l	O