The Pheasant And The Lark; A Fable By Dr. Delany Poem Rhyme Scheme

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quis iniquae	B
Tam patiens urbis tam ferreus ut teneat se Juv i	C
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In ancient times as bards indite	D
If clerks have conn'd the records right	D
A peacock reign'd whose glorious sway	E
His subjects with delight obey	E
His tail was beauteous to behold	F
Replete with goodly eyes and gold	F
Fair emblem of that monarch's guise	G
Whose train at once is rich and wise	G
And princely ruled he many regions	H
And statesmen wise and valiant legions	H
A pheasant lord above the rest	I
With every grace and talent blest	I
Was sent to sway with all his skill	J
The sceptre of a neighbouring hill	J
No science was to him unknown	K
For all the arts were all his own	K
In all the living learned read	L
Though more delighted with the dead	L
For birds if ancient tales say true	M
Had then their Popes and Homers too	M
Could read and write in prose and verse	N
And speak like and build like Pearce	O
He knew their voices and their wings	P
Who smoothest soars who sweetest sings	P
Who toils with ill fledged pens to climb	Q
And who attain'd the true sublime	Q
Their merits he could well descry	M
He had so exquisite an eye	C
And when that fail'd to show them clear	M
He had as exquisite an ear	M
It chanced as on a day he stray'd	R
Beneath an academic shade	R
He liked amidst a thousand throats	S
The wildness of a Woodlark's notes	S
And search'd and spied and seized his game	T
And took him home and made him tame	T
Found him on trial true and able	U
So cheer'd and fed him at his table	U
Here some shrewd critic finds I'm caught	V
And cries out Better fed than taught Then	W
jests on game and tame and reads	X
And jests and so my tale proceeds	X
Long had he studied in the wood	Y
Conversing with the wise and good	Y
His soul with harmony inspired	Z
With love of truth and virtue fired	Z
His brethren's good and Maker's praise	A2
Were all the study of his lays	A2
Were all his study in retreat	B2
And now employ'd him with the great	C2
His friendship was the sure resort	D2
Of all the wretched at the court	D2
But chiefly merit in distress	E2
His greatest blessing was to bless	E2
This fix'd him in his patron's breast	I
But fired with envy all the rest	I
I mean that noisy craving crew	M
Who round the court incessant flew	M
And prey'd like rooks by pairs and dozens	H
To fill the maws of sons and cousins	H
Unmoved their heart and chill'd their blood	F2
To every thought of common good	Y
Confining every hope and care	M
To their own low contracted sphere	M
These ran him down with ceaseless cry	C
But found it hard to tell you why	C
Till his own worth and wit supplied	G2
Sufficient matter to deride	G2
'Tis envy's safest surest rule	H2
To hide her rage in ridicule	H2
The vulgar eye she best beguiles	H
When all her snakes are deck'd with smiles	H
Sardonic smiles by rancour raised	I2
Tormented most when seeming pleased	J2
Their spite had more than half expired	K2
Had he not wrote what all admired	Z
What morsels had their malice wanted	F2
But that he built and plann'd and planted	F2
How had his sense and learning grieved them	L2
But that his charity relieved them	L2
At highest worth dull malice reaches	H
As slugs pollute the fairest peaches	H
Envy defames as harpies vile	M2
Devour the food they first defile	M2
Now ask the fruit of all his favour	C
He was not hitherto a saver	C
What then could make their rage run mad	N2
Why what he hoped not what he had	N2
What tyrant e'er invented ropes	H
Or racks or rods to punish hopes	H
Th' inheritance of hope and fame	T
Is seldom Earthly Wisdom's aim	T
Or if it were is not so small	M2
But there is room enough for all	M2
If he but chance to breathe a song	B
He seldom sang and never long	B
The noisy rude malignant crowd	O2
Where it was high pronounced it loud	O2
Plain Truth was Pride and what was sillier	C
Easy and Friendly was Familiar	C
Or if he tuned his lofty lays	H
With solemn air to Virtue's praise	H
Alike abusive and erroneous	H
They call'd it hoarse and inharmonious	H
Yet so it was to souls like theirs	H
Tuneless as Abel to the bears	H
A Rook with harsh malignant caw	B
Began was follow'd by a Daw	B
Though some who would be thought to know	P2
Are positive it was a crow	P2
Jack Daw was seconded by Tit	Q2
Tom Tit could write and so he writ	Q2
A tribe of tuneless praters follow	P2
The Jay the Magpie and the Swallow	P2
And twenty more their throats let loose	H
Down to the witless waddling Goose	H
Some peck'd at him some flew some flutter'd	Z
Some hiss'd some scream'd and others mutter'd	Z
The Crow on carrion wont to feast	R2
The Carrion Crow condemn'd his taste	S2
The Rook in earnest too not joking	B
Swore all his singing was but croaking	B
Some thought they meant to show their wit	Q2
Might think so still but that they writ	Q2
Could it be spite or envy No	P2
Who did no ill could have no foe	P2
So wise Simplicity esteem'd	T2
Quite otherwise True Wisdom deem'd	T2
This question rightly understood	Y
What more provokes than doing good	Y
A soul ennobled and refined	U2
Reproaches every baser mind	U2
As strains exalted and melodious	H
Make every meaner music odious	H
At length the Nightingale was heard	Z
For voice and wisdom long revered	V2
Esteem'd of all the wise and good	Y
The Guardian Genius of the wood	Y
He long in discontent retired	K2
Yet not obscured but more admired	Z
His brethren's servile souls disdaining	B
He lived indignant and complaining	B
They now afresh provoke his choler	P2
It seems the Lark had been his scholar	P2
A favourite scholar always near him	W2
And oft had waked whole nights to hear him	W2
Enraged he canvasses the matter	P2
Exposes all their senseless chatter	P2
Shows him and them in such a light	D
As more inflames yet quells their spite	D
They hear his voice and frighted fly	M2
For rage had raised it very high	M2
Shamed by the wisdom of his notes	H
They hide their heads and hush their throats	H

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