The Progress Of Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FFGGHHII JJBBKALLMMNNOO PPQQGGRRSSSSGGSS| The Farmer's Goose who in the Stubble | A |
| Has fed without Restraint or Trouble | A |
| Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still | B |
| Can scarce get o'er the Barn Door Sill | B |
| And hardly waddles forth to cool | C |
| Her Belly in the neighb'ring Pool | C |
| Nor loudly cackles at the Door | D |
| For Cackling shews the Goose is poor | E |
| - | |
| But when she must be turn'd to graze | F |
| And round the barren Common strays | F |
| Hard Exercise and harder Fare | G |
| Soon make my Dame grow lank and spare | G |
| Her Body light she tries her Wings | H |
| And scorns the Ground and upward springs | H |
| While all the Parish as she flies | I |
| Hear Sounds harmonious from the Skies | I |
| - | |
| Such is the Poet fresh in Pay | J |
| The third Night's Profits of his Play | J |
| His Morning Draughts 'till Noon can swill | B |
| Among his Brethren of the Quill | B |
| With good Roast Beef his Belly full | K |
| Grown lazy foggy fat and dull | A |
| Deep sunk in Plenty and Delight | L |
| What Poet e'er could take his Flight | L |
| Or stuff'd with Phlegm up to the Throat | M |
| What Poet e'er could sing a Note | M |
| Nor Pegasus could bear the Load | N |
| Along the high celestial Road | N |
| The Steed oppress'd would break his Girth | O |
| To raise the Lumber from the Earth | O |
| - | |
| But view him in another Scene | P |
| When all his Drink is Hippocrene | P |
| His Money spent his Patrons fail | Q |
| His Credit out for Cheese and Ale | Q |
| His Two Year's Coat so smooth and bare | G |
| Through ev'ry Thread it lets in Air | G |
| With hungry Meals his Body pin'd | R |
| His Guts and Belly full of Wind | R |
| And like a Jockey for a Race | S |
| His Flesh brought down to Flying Case | S |
| Now his exalted Spirit loaths | S |
| Incumbrances of Food and Cloaths | S |
| And up he rises like a Vapour | G |
| Supported high on Wings of Paper | G |
| He singing flies and flying sings | S |
| While from below all Grub street rings | S |
Jonathan Swift
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Progress Of Poetry poem by Jonathan Swift
Best Poems of Jonathan Swift