The Claims Of The Muse. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD BBBBBBEEFFGGGGHHGGIG JJGGKKGGLLMMNNBBGGGG BBBBOOGGPQ RRSSMMRRBBGGBBKKTT| Too oft we hide our Frailties' Blame | A |
| Beneath some simple sounding Name | A |
| So Folks who in gilt Coaches ride | B |
| Will call Display but Proper Pride | B |
| So Spendthrifts who their Acres lose | C |
| Curse not their Folly but the Jews | C |
| So Madam when her Roses faint | D |
| Resorts to anything but Paint | D |
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| An honest Uncle who had plied | B |
| His Trade of Mercer in Cheapside | B |
| Until his Name on 'Change was found | B |
| Good for some Thirty Thousand Pound | B |
| Was burdened with an Heir inclined | B |
| To thoughts of quite a different Kind | B |
| His Nephew dreamed of Naught but Verse | E |
| From Morn to Night and what was worse | E |
| He quitted all at length to follow | F |
| That sneaking whey faced God APOLLO | F |
| In plainer Words he ran up Bills | G |
| At Child's at Batson's and at Will's | G |
| Discussed the Claims of rival Bards | G |
| At Midnight with a Pack of Cards | G |
| Or made excuse for t'other Bottle | H |
| Over a point in ARISTOTLE | H |
| This could not last and like his Betters | G |
| He found too soon the Cost of Letters | G |
| Back to his Uncle's House he flew | I |
| Confessing that he'd not a Sou | G |
| 'Tis true his Reasons if sincere | J |
| Were more poetical than clear | J |
| Alas he said I name no Names | G |
| The Muse dear Sir the Muse has claims | G |
| His Uncle who behind his Till | K |
| Knew less of Pindus than Snow Hill | K |
| Looked grave but thinking as Men say | G |
| That Youth but once can have its Day | G |
| Equipped anew his Pride and Hope | L |
| To frisk it on Parnassus Slope | L |
| In one short Month he sought the Door | M |
| More shorn and ragged than before | M |
| This Time he showed but small Contrition | N |
| And gloried in his mean Condition | N |
| The greatest of our Race he said | B |
| Through Asian Cities begged his Bread | B |
| The Muse the Muse delights to see | G |
| Not Broadcloth but Philosophy | G |
| Who doubts of this her Honour shames | G |
| But as you know she has her Claims | G |
| Friend quoth his Uncle then I doubt | B |
| This scurvy Craft that you're about | B |
| Will lead your philosophic Feet | B |
| Either to Bedlam or the Fleet | B |
| Still as I would not have you lack | O |
| Go get some Broadcloth to your Back | O |
| And if it please this precious Muse | G |
| 'Twere well to purchase decent Shoes | G |
| Though harkye Sir The Youth was gone | P |
| Before the good Man could go on | Q |
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| And yet ere long again was seen | R |
| That Votary of Hippocrene | R |
| As along Cheap his Way he took | S |
| His Uncle spied him by a Brook | S |
| Not such as Nymphs Castalian pour | M |
| 'Twas but the Kennel nothing more | M |
| His Plight was plain by every Sign | R |
| Of Idiot Smile and Stains of Wine | R |
| He strove to rise and wagged his Head | B |
| The Muse dear Sir the Muse he said | B |
| Muse quoth the Other in a Fury | G |
| The Muse shan't serve you I assure ye | G |
| She's just some wanton idle Jade | B |
| That makes young Fools forget their Trade | B |
| Who should be whipped if I'd my Will | K |
| From Charing Cross to Ludgate Hill | K |
| She's just But he began to stutter | T |
| So left SIR GRACELESS in the Gutter | T |
Henry Austin Dobson
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