Lady Acheson Weary Of The Dean Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGI JKJK LMLM NAAA OPOP QFQF APAP FRFR| The Dean would visit Market hill | A |
| Our invitation was but slight | B |
| I said why Let him if he will | A |
| And so I bid Sir Arthur write | B |
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| His manners would not let him wait | C |
| Lest we should think ourselves neglected | D |
| And so we saw him at our gate | C |
| Three days before he was expected | D |
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| After a week a month a quarter | E |
| And day succeeding after day | F |
| Says not a word of his departure | E |
| Though not a soul would have him stay | F |
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| I ve said enough to make him blush | G |
| Methinks or else the Devil s in t | H |
| But he cares not for it a rush | G |
| Nor for my life will take the hint | I |
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| But you My Life must let him know | J |
| In civil language if he stays | K |
| How deep and foul the roads may grow | J |
| And that he may command the chaise | K |
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| Or you may say my wife intends | L |
| Though I should be exceeding proud | M |
| This winter to invite some friends | L |
| And Sir I know you hate a crowd | M |
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| Or Mr Dean I should with joy | N |
| Beg you would here continue still | A |
| But we must go to Aghnaclay | A |
| Or Mr Moor will take it ill | A |
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| The house accounts are daily rising | O |
| So much his stay does swell the bills | P |
| My dearest Life it is surprising | O |
| How much he eats how much he swills | P |
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| His brace of puppies how they stuff | Q |
| And they must have three meals a day | F |
| Yet never think they get enough | Q |
| His horses too eat all our hay | F |
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| Oh if I could how I would maul | A |
| His tallow face and wainscot paws | P |
| His beetle brows and eyes of wall | A |
| And make him soon give up the cause | P |
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| May I be every moment chid | F |
| With Skinny Honey Snip and Lean | R |
| Oh that I could but once be rid | F |
| Of that insulting tyrant Dean | R |
Jonathan Swift
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