Dr. Delany's Villa[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGGGHIJKGG LLMMNOPPDDQQDDRHSTUV GGGGWWXY| WOULD you that Delville I describe | A |
| Believe me Sir I will not gibe | A |
| For who would be satirical | B |
| Upon a thing so very small | C |
| You scarce upon the borders enter | D |
| Before you're at the very centre | D |
| A single crow can make it night | E |
| When o'er your farm she takes her flight | E |
| Yet in this narrow compass we | F |
| Observe a vast variety | F |
| Both walks walls meadows and parterres | G |
| Windows and doors and rooms and stairs | G |
| And hills and dales and woods and fields | G |
| And hay and grass and corn it yields | G |
| All to your haggard brought so cheap in | H |
| Without the mowing or the reaping | I |
| A razor though to say't I'm loth | J |
| Would shave you and your meadows both | K |
| Though small's the farm yet here's a house | G |
| Full large to entertain a mouse | G |
| But where a rat is dreaded more | L |
| Than savage Caledonian boar | L |
| For if it's enter'd by a rat | M |
| There is no room to bring a cat | M |
| A little rivulet seems to steal | N |
| Down through a thing you call a vale | O |
| Like tears adown a wrinkled cheek | P |
| Like rain along a blade of leek | P |
| And this you call your sweet meander | D |
| Which might be suck'd up by a gander | D |
| Could he but force his nether bill | Q |
| To scoop the channel of the rill | Q |
| For sure you'd make a mighty clutter | D |
| Were it as big as city gutter | D |
| Next come I to your kitchen garden | R |
| Where one poor mouse would fare but hard in | H |
| And round this garden is a walk | S |
| No longer than a tailor's chalk | T |
| Thus I compare what space is in it | U |
| A snail creeps round it in a minute | V |
| One lettuce makes a shift to squeeze | G |
| Up through a tuft you call your trees | G |
| And once a year a single rose | G |
| Peeps from the bud but never blows | G |
| In vain then you expect its bloom | W |
| It cannot blow for want of room | W |
| In short in all your boasted seat | X |
| There's nothing but yourself that's GREAT | Y |
Jonathan Swift
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