On A Fork Of Byron's Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAA BBB CCC DDDEEE FFF GGG HHI GGG BBB JJJ KK L EEE JJJ AAA DDDDDD

Like any other fork No mark you meet withA
To point some psychological conceit withA
An ordinary fork A fork to eat withA
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No individuality of fashionB
No stamp of frenzy fine or poet passionB
An article in no respect ParnassianB
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No muse with ivy never sere hath decked itC
In fact it would be foolish to expect itC
I question if the muses recollect itC
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A plain straightforward fork yet interestingD
As to the world in general attestingD
That poetizing hinges on digestingD
A fork not standing on its merits merelyE
But being Byron's testifying clearlyE
That verse and victuals are related nearlyE
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Quite genuine crest and all a fork to swear byF
Some poet stories doubtless hanging therebyF
Associations such as gold can ne'er buyF
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For 'twixt the fork and the divine afflatusG
The links are perfect there is no hiatusG
Fork stomach brain pen all one apparatusG
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So when the food that on the fork ascendedH
Grew into verse as with the brain it blendedH
The fork wrote just as truly as the pen didI
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For though the fork the earlier resource isG
Between the two no violent divorce isG
I hold them to be correlated forcesG
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Perchance the unsuspected ministrationB
Of this same fork first set in circulationB
The coinage of his rich imaginationB
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Perchance this very fork could give the clue toJ
What many of the famous thoughts were due toJ
That now are part of me and part of you tooJ
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And if its prongs administered the fuelK
That working duly unto brain renewalK
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Kindled the thoughts that even yet fire you allL
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This very fork unless I quite astray beE
And you of unimpressionable clay beE
A factor in your moral product may beE
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And musing thus does not this fork begin to youJ
To seem as consanguineously akin to youJ
As if the bard himself had stuck it into youJ
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'Tis ever thus what Genius consecratethA
The nearest with the most remote collatethA
Till meanest use on highest issue waitethA
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This salad now in which the fork I'm pressingD
Wherein are all sweet savours coalescingD
What subtle shoot of genius efflorescingD
Flowered in the flavour of so rich a blessingD
Is it that Byron's fork some charm possessingD
Transmutes the stop a bit Who did the dressingD

James Brunton Stephens



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