A Pastoral Dialogue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEFF G GGGG A HHII G JJGG A GGGG G KKLL A GGDD G MMNN A OONN G GGPF A GGNN G NNNN| DERMOT SHEELAH | A |
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| A Nymph and swain Sheelah and Dermot hight | B |
| Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight | B |
| While each with stubbed knife removed the roots | C |
| That raised between the stones their daily shoots | C |
| As at their work they sate in counterview | D |
| With mutual beauty smit their passion grew | E |
| Sing heavenly Muse in sweetly flowing strain | F |
| The soft endearments of the nymph and swain | F |
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| DERMOT | G |
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| My love to Sheelah is more firmly fixt | G |
| Than strongest weeds that grow those stones betwixt | G |
| My spud these nettles from the stones can part | G |
| No knife so keen to weed thee from my heart | G |
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| SHEELAH | A |
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| My love for gentle Dermot faster grows | H |
| Than yon tall dock that rises to thy nose | H |
| Cut down the dock 'twill sprout again but O | I |
| Love rooted out again will never grow | I |
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| DERMOT | G |
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| No more that brier thy tender leg shall rake | J |
| I spare the thistles for Sir Arthur's sake | J |
| Sharp are the stones take thou this rushy mat | G |
| The hardest bum will bruise with sitting squat | G |
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| SHEELAH | A |
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| Thy breeches torn behind stand gaping wide | G |
| This petticoat shall save thy dear backside | G |
| Nor need I blush although you feel it wet | G |
| Dermot I vow 'tis nothing else but sweat | G |
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| DERMOT | G |
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| At an old stubborn root I chanced to tug | K |
| When the Dean threw me this tobacco plug | K |
| A longer ha'p'orth never did I see | L |
| This dearest Sheelah thou shall share with me | L |
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| SHEELAH | A |
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| In at the pantry door this morn I slipt | G |
| And from the shelf a charming crust I whipt | G |
| Dennis was out and I got hither safe | D |
| And thou my dear shall have the bigger half | D |
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| DERMOT | G |
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| When you saw Tady at long bullets play | M |
| You sate and loused him all a sunshine day | M |
| How could you Sheelah listen to his tales | N |
| Or crack such lice as his between your nails | N |
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| SHEELAH | A |
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| When you with Oonah stood behind a ditch | O |
| I peep'd and saw you kiss the dirty bitch | O |
| Dermot how could you touch these nasty sluts | N |
| I almost wish'd this spud were in your guts | N |
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| DERMOT | G |
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| If Oonah once I kiss'd forbear to chide | G |
| Her aunt's my gossip by my father's side | G |
| But if I ever touch her lips again | P |
| May I be doom'd for life to weed in rain | F |
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| SHEELAH | A |
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| Dermot I swear though Tady's locks could hold | G |
| Ten thousand lice and every louse was gold | G |
| Him on my lap you never more shall see | N |
| Or may I lose my weeding knife and thee | N |
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| DERMOT | G |
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| O could I earn for thee my lovely lass | N |
| A pair of brogues to bear thee dry to mass | N |
| But see where Norah with the sowins comes | N |
| Then let us rise and rest our weary bums | N |
Jonathan Swift
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