Epistle To The Honourable C. B. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCAAAADDEEFFAAGGAA HHIJIKKLLAAMNAAOOPPQ QRRSSAAAATTDDUUVVOOW WXXYYQZ| When B invites me and inviting sings | A |
| Instant I'd fly had heaven vouchsafed me wings | A |
| To hail him in that calm sequestered seat | B |
| Whence he looks down with pity on the great | C |
| And midst the groves retired at leisure wooes | A |
| Domestic love contentment and the Muse | A |
| I wish for wings and winds to speed my course | A |
| Since B t and the fates refuse a horse | A |
| Where now the Pegasus of antient time | D |
| And Ippogrifo famed in modern rhime | D |
| O where that wooden steed whose every leg | E |
| Like lightning flew obsequious to the peg | E |
| The waxen wings by Daedalus designed | F |
| And China waggons wafted by the wind | F |
| A Spaniard reached the moon upborn by geese | A |
| Then first 'twas known that she was made of cheese | A |
| A fidler on a fish through waves advanced | G |
| He twanged his catgut and the Dolphin danced | G |
| Hags rode on broom sticks heathen gods on clouds | A |
| Ladies on rams and bulls have dared the floods | A |
| Much famed the shoes Jack Giant killer wore | H |
| And Fortunatus' hat is famed much more | H |
| Such vehicles were common once no doubt | I |
| But modern versemen must even trudge on foot | J |
| Or doze at home expectants of the gout | I |
| Hard is the task indeed 'tis wondrous hard | K |
| To act the Hirer yet preserve the Bard | K |
| 'Next week by but 'tis a sin to swear | L |
| 'I give my word sir you shall have my mare | L |
| 'Sound wind and limb as any ever was | A |
| 'And rising only seven years old next grass | A |
| 'Four miles an hour she goes nor needs a spur | M |
| 'A pretty piece of flesh upon my conscience sir ' | N |
| This speech was B t's and tho' mean in phrase | A |
| The nearest thing to prose as Horace says | A |
| Satire the fourth and forty second line | O |
| 'Twill intimate that I propose to dine | O |
| Next week with B Muse lend thine aid a while | P |
| For this great purpose claims a lofty style | P |
| Ere yonder sun now glorious in the west | Q |
| Has thrice three times reclined on Thetis' breast | Q |
| Ere thrice three times from old Tithonus' bed | R |
| Her charms all glowing with celestial red | R |
| The balmy morn shall rise to mortal view | S |
| And from her bright locks shake the pearls of dew | S |
| These eyes O B shall hail thy opening glades | A |
| These ears shall catch the music of thy shades | A |
| This cherished frame shall drink the gladsome gales | A |
| And the fresh fragrance of thy flowery vales | A |
| And for I know the Muse will come along | T |
| To B I mean to meditate a song | T |
| A song adorned with every rural charm | D |
| Trim as thy garden ample as thy farm | D |
| Sweet as thy milk and brisk as bottled beer | U |
| Wholesome as mutton and as water clear | U |
| In wildflowers fertile as thy fields of corn | V |
| And frolicksome as lambs or sheep new shorn | V |
| I ask not ortolans or Chian wine | O |
| The fat of rams or quintessence of swine | O |
| Her spicy stores let either India keep | W |
| Nor El Dorado vend her golden sheep | W |
| And to the mansion house or council hall | X |
| Still on her black splay feet may the huge tortoise crawl | X |
| Not Parson's butt my appetite can move | Y |
| Nor Bell thy beer nor even thy nectar Jove | Y |
| If B be happy and in health his guest | Q |
| Whom wit and learning charm can wish no better feast | Z |
James Beattie
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