Johnsonian Address Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCCDDEEEBBFFBBEEGGH H IIJIIIKKLLMMBBBBN N IIMMOOOPQIIRRFF IIJBBBIIII SSIIIIIITTMMMMBBEE BBUUMMVVIIBBIIII OOWVBB MMIIMM

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Let observation with extensive viewB
Survey mankind from China to PeruB
And whence permit me in parenthesisC
To ask on such historic night as thisC
Could one more fitly seasonably quoteD
Than from some page that Samuel Johnson wroteD
Our Godsire in the honoured name of whomE
This feast we spread this temple we illumeE
These long church wardens we but to resumeE
Let observation with extensive viewB
Survey mankind from China to PeruB
And judgment following observation tryF
Those countless multitudes to classifyF
Camper and Blumenbach and Cuvier tooB
Surveyed mankind from China to PeruB
And many a savant of more modern fameE
With the same end in view has done the sameE
Seeking some formula that should embraceG
The thousandfold divisions of the raceG
And yet the theme grows more and more occultH
For each presents a different resultH
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Let us essay the task Imprimis quitI
Their uncouth jargon that but darkens witI
What least pretence of light can mortal seeJ
In Dioscurian MongolidaeI
What help in Xanthochroic can be foundI
Is Hyperborean Samoeid aught but soundI
Dolichocephalic 's a wild guffawK
Orthognathous and Prognathous mere jawK
Not ours to come to grief upon the rocksL
Of groups and families and unplaced stocksL
Branches varieties and sub varietiesM
That only swell their total of dubietiesM
But as of old the Gentile and the JewB
Made up the whole world in the Hebrew viewB
So we to night at least will hold it trueB
That all mankind divides itself in twoB
Two classes only form the race of manN
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JOHN SO NI AN and NON JOHN SO NI ANN
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And we the Hebrews of this later dayI
The Chosen People one might fitlier sayI
We too have wandered in the wildernessM
For many a year without a fixed addressM
I do not say the Wilderness of SinO
The cases are sufficiently akinO
Without that detail being counted inO
We too from shifting stage to shifting stageP
Have plodded through our thirsty pilgrimageQ
A tabernacular existence ledI
As our sonorous godsire would have saidI
From well to well at least from pub to pubR
We've humped the sacred Lares of the ClubR
Still keeping like the Jew a hopeful eyeF
Upon the Promised Land of by and byF
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And now when twenty homeless years have passedI
Behold us in that Promised Land at lastI
Vagrants no more but making jubileeJ
Under our own vine and our own figtreeB
But here the parallel fails Unlike the JewB
We have not played the privative cuckooB
We've turned no Gentile fledgling from its nestI
No Non Johnsonian fowl have dispossessedI
We have ourselves the twigs and mosses laidI
In point of fact our home is pure home madeI
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But twigs and mosses What a sorry tropeS
For this grand culmination of our hopeS
This lordly pleasure house that we have builtI
This brave o'erhanging wonderment of giltI
This spacious hall where festival is gracedI
With all the garniture of art and tasteI
Rich with pictorial treasures that displayI
Whatever portraiture can well portrayI
From grisly Johnson in his suit of snuffT
To simpering Chloe in her native buffT
Those cloisters in whose tesselated aislesM
Sits Nicotina wreathed in vaporous smilesM
This billiard chamber where our privileged earsM
May hear all night the music of the spheresM
This salle de lecture this ideal barB
Where shipwreck lurks not where no sirens areB
This whole substantial fabric of no dreamE
But solid brick and perdurable beamE
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But what if sloughing off the things that wereB
We shed the old Johnsonian characterB
If this migration to a home delectableU
Should land us in the groove of the RespectableU
Oh never may we shame our godsire thusM
Still let his golden words appeal to usM
I'm with you boys when in the midnight darkV
His roystering comrades roused him for a larkV
I'm with you boys he answered with delightI
And Heaven alone knows what they did that nightI
Still may these royal words define the trueB
Johnsonian temperament and point of viewB
Still walk we in the old Johnsonian roadI
I'm with you boys our motto and our codeI
Still be our virtues in this order reckonedI
Fellowship first Decorum a bad secondI
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Nor fear that moral poison lurks hereinO
Desipere in loco isn't SinO
Take him for type who Wisdom's hierarchW
Retained the relish of the midnight larkV
Take this for counsel keep it to the letterB
Be good as Johnson but oh don't be betterB
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So walking in the light his spirit shedsM
This gilded splendour will not turn our headsM
So to the Gentile scorner who would sayI
That luxury is the herald of decayI
Our answer framed in fashion old and famousM
Shall be Domum non animum mutamusM

James Brunton Stephens



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