The Revolution At Market-hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGHHIIJJKKHH HHLLKKKKMKNNHHOOPQHH RRSSHHHHHHHHTTUUVWII HHXYZZA2A2A2A2A2A2HH B2B2A2A2C2D2A2A2HHC2 E2KKE2E2HHHHHHHHF2KG 2G2H2G2G2G2HHA2A2From distant regions Fortune sends | A |
An odd triumvirate of friends | A |
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend | B |
Where never yet a codling ripen'd | B |
Hither the frantic goddess draws | C |
Three sufferers in a ruin'd cause | D |
By faction banish'd here unite | E |
A Dean a Spaniard and a Knight | E |
Unite but on conditions cruel | F |
The Dean and Spaniard find it too well | G |
Condemn'd to live in service hard | H |
On either side his honour's guard | H |
The Dean to guard his honour's back | I |
Must build a castle at Drumlack | I |
The Spaniard sore against his will | J |
Must raise a fort at Market Hill | J |
And thus the pair of humble gentry | K |
At north and south are posted sentry | K |
While in his lordly castle fixt | H |
The knight triumphant reigns betwixt | H |
And what the wretches most resent | H |
To be his slaves must pay him rent | H |
Attend him daily as their chief | L |
Decant his wine and carve his beef | L |
O Fortune 'tis a scandal for thee | K |
To smile on those who are least worthy | K |
Weigh but the merits of the three | K |
His slaves have ten times more than he | K |
Proud baronet of Nova Scotia | M |
The Dean and Spaniard must reproach ye | K |
Of their two fames the world enough rings | N |
Where are thy services and sufferings | N |
What if for nothing once you kiss'd | H |
Against the grain a monarch's fist | H |
What if among the courtly tribe | O |
You lost a place and saved a bribe | O |
And then in surly mood came here | P |
To fifteen hundred pounds a year | Q |
And fierce against the Whigs harangu'd | H |
You never ventured to be hang'd | H |
How dare you treat your betters thus | R |
Are you to be compared with us | R |
Come Spaniard let us from our farms | S |
Call forth our cottagers to arms | S |
Our forces let us both unite | H |
Attack the foe at left and right | H |
From Market Hill's exalted head | H |
Full northward let your troops be led | H |
While I from Drapier's Mount descend | H |
And to the south my squadrons bend | H |
New River Walk with friendly shade | H |
Shall keep my host in ambuscade | H |
While you from where the basin stands | T |
Shall scale the rampart with your bands | T |
Nor need we doubt the fort to win | U |
I hold intelligence within | U |
True Lady Anne no danger fears | V |
Brave as the Upton fan she wears | W |
Then lest upon our first attack | I |
Her valiant arm should force us back | I |
And we of all our hopes deprived | H |
I have a stratagem contrived | H |
By these embroider'd high heel shoes | X |
She shall be caught as in a noose | Y |
So well contriv'd her toes to pinch | Z |
She'll not have power to stir an inch | Z |
These gaudy shoes must Hannah place | A2 |
Direct before her lady's face | A2 |
The shoes put on our faithful portress | A2 |
Admits us in to storm the fortress | A2 |
While tortured madam bound remains | A2 |
Like Montezume in golden chains | A2 |
Or like a cat with walnuts shod | H |
Stumbling at every step she trod | H |
Sly hunters thus in Borneo's isle | B2 |
To catch a monkey by a wile | B2 |
The mimic animal amuse | A2 |
They place before him gloves and shoes | A2 |
Which when the brute puts awkward on | C2 |
All his agility is gone | D2 |
In vain to frisk or climb he tries | A2 |
The huntsmen seize the grinning prize | A2 |
But let us on our first assault | H |
Secure the larder and the vault | H |
The valiant Dennis you must fix on | C2 |
And I'll engage with Peggy Dixon | E2 |
Then if we once can seize the key | K |
And chest that keeps my lady's tea | K |
They must surrender at discretion | E2 |
And soon as we have gain'd possession | E2 |
We'll act as other conquerors do | H |
Divide the realm between us two | H |
Then let me see we'll make the knight | H |
Our clerk for he can read and write | H |
But must not think I tell him that | H |
Like Lorimer to wear his hat | H |
Yet when we dine without a friend | H |
We'll place him at the lower end | H |
Madam whose skill does all in dress lie | F2 |
May serve to wait on Mrs Leslie | K |
But lest it might not be so proper | G2 |
That her own maid should over top her | G2 |
To mortify the creature more | H2 |
We'll take her heels five inches lower | G2 |
For Hannah when we have no need of her | G2 |
'Twill be our interest to get rid of her | G2 |
And when we execute our plot | H |
'Tis best to hang her on the spot | H |
As all your politicians wise | A2 |
Dispatch the rogues by whom they rise | A2 |
Jonathan Swift
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