The 'squire At Vauxhall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHHHIJ HHKK LLMMNOPPOOHHQQOORR RRSTHHQQBB UUOOHHQQCBOOVVHHBBOO RRRRQQRRBBUUHHHHWWXY QQHH QQQQ QQHHNothing so idle as to waste | A |
This Life disputing upon Taste | A |
And most let that sad Truth be written | B |
In this contentious Land of Britain | B |
Where each one holds it seems to me | C |
Equivalent to Q E D | C |
And if you dare to doubt his Word | D |
Proclaims you Blockhead and absurd | D |
And then too often the Debate | E |
Is not 'twixt First and Second rate | E |
Some narrow Issue where a Touch | F |
Of more or less can't matter much | F |
But and this makes the Case so sad | G |
Betwixt undoubted Good and Bad | G |
Nay there are some so strangely wrought | H |
So warped and twisted in their Thought | H |
That if the Fact be but confest | H |
They like the baser Thing the best | H |
Take BOTTOM who for one 'tis clear | I |
Possessed a reasonable Ear | J |
He might have had at his Command | H |
The Symphonies of Fairy Land | H |
Well our immortal SHAKESPEAR owns | K |
The Oaf preferred the Tongs and Bones | K |
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'Squire HOMESPUN from Clod Hall rode down | L |
As the Phrase is to see the Town | L |
The Town in those Days mostly lay | M |
Betwixt the Tavern and the Play | M |
Like all their Worships the J P 's | N |
He put up at the Hercules | O |
Then sallied forth on Shanks his Mare | P |
Rather than jolt it in a Chair | P |
A curst new fangled Little Ease | O |
That knocks your Nose against your Knees | O |
For the good 'Squire was Country bred | H |
And had strange Notions in his Head | H |
Which made him see in every Cur | Q |
The starveling Breed of Hanover | Q |
He classed your Kickshaws and Ragoos | O |
With Popery and Wooden Shoes | O |
Railed at all Foreign Tongues as Lingo | R |
And sighed o'er Chaos Wine for Stingo | R |
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Hence as he wandered to and fro | R |
Nothing could please him high or low | R |
As Savages at Ships of War | S |
He looked unawed on Temple Bar | T |
Scarce could conceal his Discontent | H |
With Fish Street and the Monument | H |
And might except at Feeding Hour | Q |
Have scorned the Lion in the Tower | Q |
But that the Lion's Race was run | B |
And for the Moment there was none | B |
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At length blind Fate that drives us all | U |
Brought him at Even to Vauxhall | U |
What Time the eager Matron jerks | O |
Her slow Spouse to the Water Works | O |
And the coy Spinster half afraid | H |
Consults the Hermit in the Shade | H |
Dazed with the Din and Crowd the 'Squire | Q |
Sank in a Seat before the Choir | Q |
The FAUSTINETTA fair and showy | C |
Warbled an Air from Arsino | B |
Playing her Bosom and her Eyes | O |
As Swans do when they agonize | O |
Alas to some a Mug of Ale | V |
Is better than an Orphic Tale | V |
The 'Squire grew dull the 'Squire grew bored | H |
His chin dropt down he slept he snored | H |
Then straying thro' the poppied Reign | B |
He dreamed him at Clod Hall again | B |
He heard once more the well known Sounds | O |
The Crack of Whip the Cry of Hounds | O |
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He rubbed his Eyes woke up and lo | R |
A Change had come upon the Show | R |
Where late the Singer stood a Fellow | R |
Clad in a Jockey's Coat of Yellow | R |
Was mimicking a Cock that crew | Q |
Then came the Cry of Hounds anew | Q |
Yoicks Stole Away and harking back | R |
Then Ringwood leading up the Pack | R |
The 'Squire in Transport slapped his Knee | B |
At this most hugeous Pleasantry | B |
The sawn Wood followed last of all | U |
The Man brought something in a Shawl | U |
Something that struggled scraped and squeaked | H |
As Porkers do whose tails are tweaked | H |
Our honest 'Squire could scarcely sit | H |
So excellent he thought the Wit | H |
But when Sir Wag drew off the Sheath | W |
And showed there was no Pig beneath | W |
His pent up Wonder Pleasure Awe | X |
Exploded in a long Guffaw | Y |
And to his dying Day he'd swear | Q |
That Naught in Town the Bell could bear | Q |
From Jockey wi' the Yellow Coat | H |
That had a Farm Yard in his Throat | H |
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MORAL THE FIRST you may discover | Q |
The 'Squire was like TITANIA'S lover | Q |
He put a squeaking Pig before | Q |
The Harmony of CLAYTON'S Score | Q |
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MORAL THE SECOND not so clear | Q |
But still it shall be added here | Q |
He praised the Thing he understood | H |
'Twere well if every Critic would | H |
Henry Austin Dobson
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