My Study: A Letter In Hudibrastic Verse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DEBBFFGGHHIB JJKK LLMMNNBBOOPPQQBBRRRR SSJJBBRRTTUUBBBBVVBB WWXXKKBBYYZZYY BBA2B2 C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2GGG2 H2You bid me Ned describe the place | A |
Where I one of the rhyming race | A |
Pursue my studies con amore | B |
And wanton with the muse in glory | C |
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Well figure to your senses straight | D |
Upon the house's topmost height | E |
A closet just six feet by four | B |
With whitewash'd walls and plaster floor | B |
So noble large 'tis scarcely able | F |
To admit a single chair and table | F |
And lest the muse should die with cold | G |
A smoky grate my fire to hold | G |
So wondrous small 'twould much it pose | H |
To melt the icedrop on one's nose | H |
And yet so big it covers o'er | I |
Full half the spacious room and more | B |
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A window vainly stuff'd about | J |
To keep November's breezes out | J |
So crazy that the panes proclaim | K |
That soon they mean to leave the frame | K |
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My furniture I sure may crack | L |
A broken chair without a back | L |
A table wanting just two legs | M |
One end sustain'd by wooden pegs | M |
A desk of that I am not fervent | N |
The work of Sir your humble servant | N |
Who though I say't am no such fumbler | B |
A glass decanter and a tumbler | B |
From which my night parch'd throat I lave | O |
Luxurious with the limpid wave | O |
A chest of drawers in antique sections | P |
And saw'd by me in all directions | P |
So small Sir that whoever views 'em | Q |
Swears nothing but a doll could use 'em | Q |
To these if you will add a store | B |
Of oddities upon thee floor | B |
A pair of globes electric balls | R |
Scales quadrants prisms and cobbler's awls | R |
And crowds of books on rotten shelves | R |
Octavos folios quartos twelves | R |
I think dear Ned you curious dog | S |
You'll have my earthly catalogue | S |
But stay I nearly had left out | J |
My bellows destitute of snout | J |
And on the walls Good Heavens why there | B |
I've such a load of precious ware | B |
Of heads and coins and silver medals | R |
And organ works and broken pedals | R |
For I was once a building music | T |
Though soon of that employ I grew sick | T |
And skeletons of laws which shoot | U |
All out of one primordial root | U |
That you at such a sight would swear | B |
Confusion's self had settled there | B |
There stands just by a broken sphere | B |
A Cicero without an ear | B |
A neck on which by logic good | V |
I know for sure a head once stood | V |
But who it was the able master | B |
Had moulded in the mimic planter | B |
Whether 't was Pope or Coke or Burn | W |
I never yet could justly learn | W |
But knowing well that any head | X |
Is made to answer for the dead | X |
And sculptors first their faces frame | K |
And after pitch upon a name | K |
Nor think it aught of a misnomer | B |
To christen Chaucer's busto Homer | B |
Because they both have beards which you know | Y |
Will mark them well from Joan and Juno | Y |
For some great man I could not tell | Z |
But Neck might answer just as well | Z |
So perch'd it up all in a row | Y |
With Chatham and with Cicero | Y |
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Then all around in just degree | B |
A range of portraits you may see | B |
Of mighty men and eke of women | A2 |
Who are no whit inferior to men | B2 |
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With these fair dames and heroes round | C2 |
I call my garret classic ground | C2 |
For though confined 't will well contain | D2 |
The ideal flights of Madam Brain | D2 |
No dungeon's walls no cell confined | E2 |
Can cramp the energies of mind | E2 |
Thus though my heart may seem so small | F2 |
I've friends and 't will contain them all | F2 |
And should it e'er become so cold | G |
That these it will no longer hold | G |
No more may Heaven her blessings give | G2 |
I shall not then be fit to live | H2 |
Henry Kirk White
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