Poet John Clare

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From The Parish: A Satire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEE FFGGHHIIFFJJKKLL A KKMMKKNOPPQQRRSS KKKKKKTTBBUUMM

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In politics and politicians' liesB
The modern farmer waxes wondrous wiseB
Opinionates with wisdom all compactC
And een could tell a nation how to actC
Throws light on darkness with excessive skillD
Knows who acts well and whose designs are illD
Proves half the members nought but bribery's toolsE
And calls the past a dull dark age of foolsE
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As wise as Solomon they read the newsF
Not with their blind forefathers' simple viewsF
Who read of wars and wished that wars would ceaseG
And blessed the King and wished his country peaceG
Who marked the weight of each fat sheep and oxH
The price of grain and rise and fall of stocksH
Who thought it learning how to buy and sellI
And him a wise man who could manage wellI
No not with such old fashioned idle viewsF
Do these newsmongers traffic with the newsF
They read of politics and not of grainJ
And speechify and comment and explainJ
And know so much of Parliament and stateK
You'd think they're members when you heard them prateK
And know so little of their farms the whileL
They can but urge a wiser man to smileL
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IIA
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A thing all consequence here takes the leadK
Reigning knight errant oer this dirty breedK
A bailiff he and who so great to bragM
Of law and all its terrors as BumtaggM
Fawning a puppy at his master's sideK
And frowning like a wolf on all besideK
Who fattens best where sorrow worst appearsN
And feeds on sad misfortune's bitterest tearsO
Such is Bumtagg the bailiff to a hairP
The worshipper and demon of despairP
Who waits and hopes and wishes for successQ
At every nod and signal of distressQ
Happy at heart when storms begin to boilR
To seek the shipwreck and to share the spoilR
Brave is this Bumtagg match him if you canS
For there's none like him living save his manS
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As every animal assists his kindK
Just so are these in blood and business joinedK
Yet both in different colours hide their artK
And each as suits his ends transacts his partK
One keeps the heart bred villain full in sightK
The other cants and acts the hypocriteK
Smoothing the deed where law sharks set their ginT
Like a coy dog to draw misfortune inT
But both will chuckle oer their prisoners' sighsB
And are as blest as spiders over fliesB
Such is Bumtagg whose history I resignU
As other knaves wait room to stink and shineU
And as the meanest knave a dog can bragM
Such is the lurcher that assists BumtaggM

John Clare



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