Answer To Dr. Delany's Fable Of The Pheasant And Lark. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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In ancient times the wise were able	B
In proper terms to write a fable	B
Their tales would always justly suit	C
The characters of every brute	C
The ass was dull the lion brave	D
The stag was swift the fox a knave	D
The daw a thief the ape a droll	E
The hound would scent the wolf would prowl	F
A pigeon would if shown by sop	G
Fly from the hawk or pick his pease up	H
Far otherwise a great divine	I
Has learnt his fables to refine	I
He jumbles men and birds together	J
As if they all were of a feather	J
You see him first the Peacock bring	K
Against all rules to be a king	K
That in his tail he wore his eyes	L
By which he grew both rich and wise	L
Now pray observe the doctor's choice	M
A Peacock chose for flight and voice	M
Did ever mortal see a peacock	N
Attempt a flight above a haycock	N
And for his singing doctor you know	O
Himself complain'd of it to Juno	O
He squalls in such a hellish noise	P
He frightens all the village boys	P
This Peacock kept a standing force	Q
In regiments of foot and horse	Q
Had statesmen too of every kind	R
Who waited on his eyes behind	R
And this was thought the highest post	S
For rule the rump you rule the roast	S
The doctor names but one at present	T
And he of all birds was a Pheasant	T
This Pheasant was a man of wit	U
Could read all books were ever writ	U
And when among companions privy	V
Could quote you Cicero and Livy	V
Birds as he says and I allow	W
Were scholars then as we are now	W
Could read all volumes up to folios	Q
And feed on fricassees and olios	Q
This Pheasant by the Peacock's will	X
Was viceroy of a neighbouring hill	X
And as he wander'd in his park	Y
He chanced to spy a clergy Lark	Y
Was taken with his person outward	Z
So prettily he pick'd a cow t d	V
Then in a net the Pheasant caught him	A2
And in his palace fed and taught him	A2
The moral of the tale is pleasant	T
Himself the Lark my lord the Pheasant	T
A lark he is and such a lark	Y
As never came from Noah's ark	Y
And though he had no other notion	B2
But building planning and devotion	B2
Though 'tis a maxim you must know	O
Who does no ill can have no foe	O
Yet how can I express in words	Q
The strange stupidity of birds	Q
This Lark was hated in the wood	C2
Because he did his brethren good	C2
At last the Nightingale comes in	D2
To hold the doctor by the chin	D2
We all can find out what he means	Q
The worst of disaffected deans	Q
Whose wit at best was next to none	B2
And now that little next is gone	E2
Against the court is always blabbing	Y
And calls the senate house a cabin	B2
So dull that but for spleen and spite	F2
We ne'er should know that he could write	F2
Who thinks the nation always err'd	G2
Because himself is not preferr'd	Z
His heart is through his libel seen	H2
Nor could his malice spare the queen	H2
Who had she known his vile behaviour	J
Would ne'er have shown him so much favour	J
A noble lord has told his pranks	Q
And well deserves the nation's thanks	Q
O would the senate deign to show	O
Resentment on this public foe	O
Our Nightingale might fit a cage	I2
There let him starve and vent his rage	I2
Or would they but in fetters bind	R
This enemy of human kind	R
Harmonious Coffee show thy zeal	J2
Thou champion for the commonweal	J2
Nor on a theme like this repine	H2
For once to wet thy pen divine	H2
Bestow that libeller a lash	K2
Who daily vends seditious trash	K2
Who dares revile the nation's wisdom	L2
But in the praise of virtue is dumb	L2
That scribbler lash who neither knows	Q
The turn of verse nor style of prose	Q
Whose malice for the worst of ends	Q
Would have us lose our English friends	Q
Who never had one public thought	M2
Nor ever gave the poor a groat	N2
One clincher more and I have done	H2
I end my labours with a pun	H2
Jove send this Nightingale may fall	J2
Who spends his day and night in gall	J2
So Nightingale and Lark adieu	O2
I see the greatest owls in you	O2
That ever screech'd or ever flew	O2

Jonathan Swift

Answer To Dr. Delany's Fable Of The Pheasant And Lark. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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