The Discovery Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGFGGHGHIJKJ LMLMNONOPQRQSTSTUVUV WXXXYZYY| When wise Lord Berkeley first came here | A |
| Statesmen and mob expected wonders | B |
| Nor thought to find so great a peer | C |
| Ere a week past committing blunders | B |
| Till on a day cut out by fate | D |
| When folks came thick to make their court | E |
| Out slipt a mystery of state | D |
| To give the town and country sport | E |
| Now enters Bush with new state airs | F |
| His lordship's premier minister | G |
| And who in all profound affairs | F |
| Is held as needful as his clyster | G |
| With head reclining on his shoulder | G |
| He deals and hears mysterious chat | H |
| While every ignorant beholder | G |
| Asks of his neighbour who is that | H |
| With this he put up to my lord | I |
| The courtiers kept their distance due | J |
| He twitch'd his sleeve and stole a word | K |
| Then to a corner both withdrew | J |
| Imagine now my lord and Bush | L |
| Whispering in junto most profound | M |
| Like good King Phys and good King Ush | L |
| While all the rest stood gaping round | M |
| At length a spark not too well bred | N |
| Of forward face and ear acute | O |
| Advanced on tiptoe lean'd his head | N |
| To overhear the grand dispute | O |
| To learn what Northern kings design | P |
| Or from Whitehall some new express | Q |
| Papists disarm'd or fall of coin | R |
| For sure thought he it can't be less | Q |
| My lord said Bush a friend and I | S |
| Disguised in two old threadbare coats | T |
| Ere morning's dawn stole out to spy | S |
| How markets went for hay and oats | T |
| With that he draws two handfuls out | U |
| The one was oats the other hay | V |
| Puts this to's excellency's snout | U |
| And begs he would the other weigh | V |
| My lord seems pleased but still directs | W |
| By all means to bring down the rates | X |
| Then with a congee circumflex | X |
| Bush smiling round on all retreats | X |
| Our listener stood awhile confused | Y |
| But gathering spirits wisely ran for't | Z |
| Enraged to see the world abused | Y |
| By two such whispering kings of Brentford | Y |
Jonathan Swift
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