The Pheasant And The Lark; A Fable By Dr. Delany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DDEEFFGGHHIIJJKKLLMM NOPPQQMCMMRRSSTTUUVW XXYYZZA2A2B2C2D2D2E2 E2IIMMHHF2YMMCCG2G2H 2H2HHI2J2K2ZF2F2L2L2 HHM2M2CCN2N2HHTTM2M2 BBO2O2CCHHHHHHBBP2P2 Q2Q2P2P2HHZZR2S2BBQ2 Q2P2P2T2T2YYU2U2HHZV 2YYK2ZBBP2P2W2W2P2P2 DDM2M2HH| A | |
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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 |
Jonathan Swift
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