On Wood The Ironmonger Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACCAADDEEAAFFGG HHIIJKAALLLLAALLII

Salmoneus as the Grecian tale isA
Was a mad coppersmith of ElisA
Up at his forge by morning peepB
No creature in the lane could sleepB
Among a crew of roystering fellowsA
Would sit whole evenings at the alehouseA
His wife and children wanted breadC
While he went always drunk to bedC
This vapouring scab must needs deviseA
To ape the thunder of the skiesA
With brass two fiery steeds he shodD
To make a clattering as they trodD
Of polish'd brass his flaming carE
Like lightning dazzled from afarE
And up he mounts into the boxA
And he must thunder with a poxA
Then furious he begins his marchF
Drives rattling o'er a brazen archF
With squibs and crackers arm'd to throwG
Among the trembling crowd belowG
All ran to prayers both priests and laityH
To pacify this angry deityH
When Jove in pity to the townI
With real thunder knock'd him downI
Then what a huge delight were all inJ
To see the wicked varlet sprawlingK
They search'd his pockets on the placeA
And found his copper all was baseA
They laugh'd at such an Irish blunderL
To take the noise of brass for thunderL
The moral of this tale is properL
Applied to Wood's adulterate copperL
Which as he scatter'd we like doltsA
Mistook at first for thunderboltsA
Before the Drapier shot a letterL
Nor Jove himself could do it betterL
Which lighting on the impostor's crownI
Like real thunder knock'd him downI

Jonathan Swift



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