Dean Smedley's Petition To The Duke Of Grafton[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEEFFAAAAGGHHIJKK LLAAMNFFOOPPAAQQDDRR AAFFSSTTAAAAEEEUUVVV VFFFFFFWWVVVVXYVVZZF FUUAAVVWWSSA2A2B2B2V VVVC2C2| Non domus et fundus non aeris acervus et auri HOR | A |
| Epist I ii | B |
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| It was my lord the dexterous shift | C |
| Of t'other Jonathan viz Swift | C |
| But now St Patrick's saucy dean | D |
| With silver verge and surplice clean | D |
| Of Oxford or of Ormond's grace | E |
| In looser rhyme to beg a place | E |
| A place he got yclept a stall | F |
| And eke a thousand pounds withal | F |
| And were he less a witty writer | A |
| He might as well have got a mitre | A |
| Thus I the Jonathan of Clogher | A |
| In humble lays my thanks to offer | A |
| Approach your grace with grateful heart | G |
| My thanks and verse both void of art | G |
| Content with what your bounty gave | H |
| No larger income do I crave | H |
| Rejoicing that in better times | I |
| Grafton requires my loyal lines | J |
| Proud while my patron is polite | K |
| I likewise to the patriot write | K |
| Proud that at once I can commend | L |
| King George's and the Muses' friend | L |
| Endear'd to Britain and to thee | A |
| Disjoin'd Hibernia by the sea | A |
| Endear'd by twice three anxious years | M |
| Employ'd in guardian toils and cares | N |
| By love by wisdom and by skill | F |
| For he has saved thee 'gainst thy will | F |
| But where shall Smedley make his nest | O |
| And lay his wandering head to rest | O |
| Where shall he find a decent house | P |
| To treat his friends and cheer his spouse | P |
| O tack my lord some pretty cure | A |
| In wholesome soil and ether pure | A |
| The garden stored with artless flowers | Q |
| In either angle shady bowers | Q |
| No gay parterre with costly green | D |
| Within the ambient hedge be seen | D |
| Let Nature freely take her course | R |
| Nor fear from me ungrateful force | R |
| No shears shall check her sprouting vigour | A |
| Nor shape the yews to antic figure | A |
| A limpid brook shall trout supply | F |
| In May to take the mimic fly | F |
| Round a small orchard may it run | S |
| Whose apples redden to the sun | S |
| Let all be snug and warm and neat | T |
| For fifty turn'd a safe retreat | T |
| A little Euston may it be | A |
| Euston I'll carve on every tree | A |
| But then to keep it in repair | A |
| My lord twice fifty pounds a year | A |
| Will barely do but if your grace | E |
| Could make them hundreds charming place | E |
| Thou then wouldst show another face | E |
| Clogher far north my lord it lies | U |
| 'Midst snowy hills inclement skies | U |
| One shivers with the arctic wind | V |
| One hears the polar axis grind | V |
| Good John indeed with beef and claret | V |
| Makes the place warm that one may bear it | V |
| He has a purse to keep a table | F |
| And eke a soul as hospitable | F |
| My heart is good but assets fail | F |
| To fight with storms of snow and hail | F |
| Besides the country's thin of people | F |
| Who seldom meet but at the steeple | F |
| The strapping dean that's gone to Down | W |
| Ne'er named the thing without a frown | W |
| When much fatigued with sermon study | V |
| He felt his brain grow dull and muddy | V |
| No fit companion could be found | V |
| To push the lazy bottle round | V |
| Sure then for want of better folks | X |
| To pledge his clerk was orthodox | Y |
| Ah how unlike to Gerard Street | V |
| Where beaux and belles in parties meet | V |
| Where gilded chairs and coaches throng | Z |
| And jostle as they troll along | Z |
| Where tea and coffee hourly flow | F |
| And gape seed does in plenty grow | F |
| And Griz no clock more certain cries | U |
| Exact at seven Hot mutton pies | U |
| There Lady Luna in her sphere | A |
| Once shone when Paunceforth was not near | A |
| But now she wanes and as 'tis said | V |
| Keeps sober hours and goes to bed | V |
| There but 'tis endless to write down | W |
| All the amusements of the town | W |
| And spouse will think herself quite undone | S |
| To trudge to Connor from sweet London | S |
| And care we must our wives to please | A2 |
| Or else we shall be ill at ease | A2 |
| You see my lord what 'tis I lack | B2 |
| 'Tis only some convenient tack | B2 |
| Some parsonage house with garden sweet | V |
| To be my late my last retreat | V |
| A decent church close by its side | V |
| There preaching praying to reside | V |
| And as my time securely rolls | C2 |
| To save my own and other souls | C2 |
Jonathan Swift
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