My Study: A Letter In Hudibrastic Verse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABC DEBBFFGGHHIB JJKK LLMMNNBBOOPPQQBBRRRR SSJJBBRRTTUUBBBBVVBB WWXXKKBBYYZZYY BBA2B2 C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2GGG2 H2

You bid me Ned describe the placeA
Where I one of the rhyming raceA
Pursue my studies con amoreB
And wanton with the muse in gloryC
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Well figure to your senses straightD
Upon the house's topmost heightE
A closet just six feet by fourB
With whitewash'd walls and plaster floorB
So noble large 'tis scarcely ableF
To admit a single chair and tableF
And lest the muse should die with coldG
A smoky grate my fire to holdG
So wondrous small 'twould much it poseH
To melt the icedrop on one's noseH
And yet so big it covers o'erI
Full half the spacious room and moreB
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A window vainly stuff'd aboutJ
To keep November's breezes outJ
So crazy that the panes proclaimK
That soon they mean to leave the frameK
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My furniture I sure may crackL
A broken chair without a backL
A table wanting just two legsM
One end sustain'd by wooden pegsM
A desk of that I am not ferventN
The work of Sir your humble servantN
Who though I say't am no such fumblerB
A glass decanter and a tumblerB
From which my night parch'd throat I laveO
Luxurious with the limpid waveO
A chest of drawers in antique sectionsP
And saw'd by me in all directionsP
So small Sir that whoever views 'emQ
Swears nothing but a doll could use 'emQ
To these if you will add a storeB
Of oddities upon thee floorB
A pair of globes electric ballsR
Scales quadrants prisms and cobbler's awlsR
And crowds of books on rotten shelvesR
Octavos folios quartos twelvesR
I think dear Ned you curious dogS
You'll have my earthly catalogueS
But stay I nearly had left outJ
My bellows destitute of snoutJ
And on the walls Good Heavens why thereB
I've such a load of precious wareB
Of heads and coins and silver medalsR
And organ works and broken pedalsR
For I was once a building musicT
Though soon of that employ I grew sickT
And skeletons of laws which shootU
All out of one primordial rootU
That you at such a sight would swearB
Confusion's self had settled thereB
There stands just by a broken sphereB
A Cicero without an earB
A neck on which by logic goodV
I know for sure a head once stoodV
But who it was the able masterB
Had moulded in the mimic planterB
Whether 't was Pope or Coke or BurnW
I never yet could justly learnW
But knowing well that any headX
Is made to answer for the deadX
And sculptors first their faces frameK
And after pitch upon a nameK
Nor think it aught of a misnomerB
To christen Chaucer's busto HomerB
Because they both have beards which you knowY
Will mark them well from Joan and JunoY
For some great man I could not tellZ
But Neck might answer just as wellZ
So perch'd it up all in a rowY
With Chatham and with CiceroY
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Then all around in just degreeB
A range of portraits you may seeB
Of mighty men and eke of womenA2
Who are no whit inferior to menB2
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With these fair dames and heroes roundC2
I call my garret classic groundC2
For though confined 't will well containD2
The ideal flights of Madam BrainD2
No dungeon's walls no cell confinedE2
Can cramp the energies of mindE2
Thus though my heart may seem so smallF2
I've friends and 't will contain them allF2
And should it e'er become so coldG
That these it will no longer holdG
No more may Heaven her blessings giveG2
I shall not then be fit to liveH2

Henry Kirk White



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