Prejudice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IN yonder red brick mansion tight and squareA
Just at the town's commencement lives the mayorB
Some yards of shining gravel fenced with boxC
Lead to the painted portal where one knocksC
There in the left hand parlour all in stateD
Sit he and she on either side the grateD
But though their goods and chattels sound and newE
Bespeak the owners very well to doE
His worship's wig and morning suit betrayF
Slight indications of an humbler dayF
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That long low shop where still the name appearsG
Some doors below they kept for forty yearsG
And there with various fortunes smooth and roughH
They sold tobacco coffee tea and snuffH
There labelled drawers display their spicy rowI
Clove mace and nutmeg from the ceiling lowI
Dangle long twelves and eights and slender rushJ
Mix'd with the varied forms of genus brushJ
Cask firkin bag and barrel crowd the floorK
And piles of country cheeses guard the doorK
The frugal dames came in from far and nearL
To buy their ounces and their quarterns hereM
Hard was the toil the profits slow to countN
And yet the mole hill was at last a mountN
Those petty gains were hoarded day by dayF
With little cost for not a child had theyF
Till long proceeding on the saving planO
He found himself a warm fore handed manO
And being now arrived at life's declineP
Both he and she they formed the bold designP
Although it touched their prudence to the quickQ
To turn their savings into stone and brickQ
How many an ounce of tea and ounce of snuffH
There must have been consumed to make enoughH
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At length with paint and paper bright and gayF
The box was finished and they went awayF
But when their faces were no longer seenR
Amongst the canisters of black and greenR
Those well known faces all the country roundS
'Twas said that had they levelled to the groundS
The two old walnut trees before the doorK
The customers would not have missed them moreK
Now like a pair of parrots in a cageT
They live and civic honours crown their ageT
Thrice since the Whitsuntide they settled thereA
Seven years ago has he been chosen mayorB
And now you'd scarcely know they were the sameU
Conscious he struts of power and wealth and fameU
Proud in official dignity the dameU
And extra stateliness of dress and mienR
During the mayoralty is plainly seenR
With nicer care bestowed to puff and pinV
The august lappet that contains her chinV
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Such is her life and like the wise and greatD
The mind has journeyed hand in hand with fateD
Her thoughts unused to take a longer flightW
Than from the left hand counter to the rightW
With little change are vacillating stillX
Between his worship's glory and the tillX
The few ideas moving slow and dullY
Across the sandy desert of her skullY
Still the same course must follow to and froI
As first they traversed three score years agoI
From whence not all the world could turn them backZ
Or lead them out upon another trackZ
What once was right or wrong or high or lowI
In her opinion always must be soI
You might perhaps with reasons new and patA2
Have made Columbus think the world was flatA2
There might be times of energy worn outB2
When his own theory would Sir Isaac doubtB2
But not the powers of argument combinedC2
Could make this dear good woman change her mindC2
Or give her intellect the slightest clueE
To that vast world of things she never knewE
Were but her brain dissected it would showI
Her stiff opinions fastened in a rowI
Ranged duly side by side without a gapD2
Much like the plaiting on her Sunday capD2
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It is not worth our while but if it wereB
We all could undertake to laugh at herB
Since vulgar prejudice the lowest kindC2
Of course has full possession of her mindC2
Here therefore let us leave her and inquireE2
Wherein it differs as it rises higherB
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As for the few who claim distinction hereM
The little gentry of our narrow sphereL
Who occupy a safe enclosure madeF2
Completely inaccessible to tradeF2
Where 'tis a trespass on forbidden groundS
If any foot plebeian pass the boundS
Wide as the distance that we choose to makeG2
For pride precedence and for custom's sakeG2
Yet philosophic eyes though passing fineP
Could scarcely ascertain the boundary lineP
So that if any should be found at allH2
The difference must be infinitely smallH2
The powdered matron who for many a yearL
Has held her mimic routs and parties hereM
Exchanging just the counter scales and tillX
For cups of coffee scandal and quadrilleX
Could boast nor range of thought nor views of lifeI2
Much more extended than our grocer's wifeI2
Although her notions may be better drestS
They are but vulgar notions at the bestS
Mere petrifactions formed as time runs byJ2
Hard and unmalleable and dull and dryJ2
Ne'er to the test of truth and reason broughtS
Opinions made by habit not by thoughtS
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Then let inquiry rise with sudden flightS
To reason's utmost intellectual heightS
Where native powers with culture high combinedS
Present the choicest specimen of mindS
Those minds that stand from all mankind aloofK2
To smile at folly or dispense reproofK2
Enlarged excursive reason soars awayF
And breaks the shackles that confine its swayF
Their keen dissecting penetrating viewK2
Searches poor human nature through and throughK2
But while they notice all the forms absurdS
That prejudice assumes among the herdS
And every nicer variation seeL2
Theirs lies in thinking that themselves are freeL2
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There is a science reason cannot teachM2
It lies beyond the depth her line can reachM2
It is but taught by Heaven's imparted graceN2
The feet of Jesus is the only placeN2
And they who mental riches largely shareA
But seldom stoop to seek their wisdom thereA
'Not many mighty' in His train appearL
The simple poor adorn it best and hereM
While prejudice the mental sight impairsO2
Of vulgar minds 'tis like a beam in theirsO2
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Religion as in common course professedS
Is first a question with them then a jestS
Quick to discern the ludicrous and baseN2
With which blind votaries have deformed her faceN2
Errors abuses creeds imposed by manO
Are undistinguished from the Scripture planO
Rome's proud ambition tyranny and fraudS
The Christian standard's bloody deeds abroadS
Priestcraft the same in every age and climeU
From earliest record to the present timeU
Contending parties' never dying strifeK2
Each calling vengeance on the other's lifeK2
The wretched hypocrite the wild extremeU
Of blind fanatics the enthusiast's dreamU
The lives of those who bear the Christian nameU
Of this of all religion bears the blameU
Though these are men who most reject its swayF
And know as little what it means as theyF
There's not a wolf within the church's foldS
But what the Bible has itself foretoldS
Yet these triumphantly are brought to viewK2
To prove that word of prophecy untrueK2
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A cold acknowledgment of one SupremeU
Avoids they argue every wide extremeU
And this if made by Christian Turk or JewK2
Is all the same in His impartial viewK2
But all beyond their rational degreeL2
Of distant homage to the DeityL2
A firm attachment to the truth revealedS
Truth which with blood the Lord of glory sealedS
Zeal to obey as well as to adoreK
Is vulgar prejudice and nothing moreK
Thus christian service spiritual and freeL2
They class with pleased and proud complacencyL2
With rights impure that pagan India boastsP2
The blood dyed Koran and the idol hostsP2
The cross perhaps held up with least respectS
The hated symbol of the hated sectS
That seal which marks it Heaven's appointed wayF
They caring nor to read nor to obeyF
That whoso names that name must first departS
From all iniquity of life and heartS
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Or should the Christian code from all the restS
Be singled out and owned to be the bestS
The same keen shafts of ridicule are bentS
Against its spirit andS

Jane Taylor



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