The Revolution At Market-hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGHHIIJJKKHH HHLLKKKKMKNNHHOOPQHH RRSSHHHHHHHHTTUUVWII HHXYZZA2A2A2A2A2A2HH B2B2A2A2C2D2A2A2HHC2 E2KKE2E2HHHHHHHHF2KG 2G2H2G2G2G2HHA2A2

From distant regions Fortune sendsA
An odd triumvirate of friendsA
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipendB
Where never yet a codling ripen'dB
Hither the frantic goddess drawsC
Three sufferers in a ruin'd causeD
By faction banish'd here uniteE
A Dean a Spaniard and a KnightE
Unite but on conditions cruelF
The Dean and Spaniard find it too wellG
Condemn'd to live in service hardH
On either side his honour's guardH
The Dean to guard his honour's backI
Must build a castle at DrumlackI
The Spaniard sore against his willJ
Must raise a fort at Market HillJ
And thus the pair of humble gentryK
At north and south are posted sentryK
While in his lordly castle fixtH
The knight triumphant reigns betwixtH
And what the wretches most resentH
To be his slaves must pay him rentH
Attend him daily as their chiefL
Decant his wine and carve his beefL
O Fortune 'tis a scandal for theeK
To smile on those who are least worthyK
Weigh but the merits of the threeK
His slaves have ten times more than heK
Proud baronet of Nova ScotiaM
The Dean and Spaniard must reproach yeK
Of their two fames the world enough ringsN
Where are thy services and sufferingsN
What if for nothing once you kiss'dH
Against the grain a monarch's fistH
What if among the courtly tribeO
You lost a place and saved a bribeO
And then in surly mood came hereP
To fifteen hundred pounds a yearQ
And fierce against the Whigs harangu'dH
You never ventured to be hang'dH
How dare you treat your betters thusR
Are you to be compared with usR
Come Spaniard let us from our farmsS
Call forth our cottagers to armsS
Our forces let us both uniteH
Attack the foe at left and rightH
From Market Hill's exalted headH
Full northward let your troops be ledH
While I from Drapier's Mount descendH
And to the south my squadrons bendH
New River Walk with friendly shadeH
Shall keep my host in ambuscadeH
While you from where the basin standsT
Shall scale the rampart with your bandsT
Nor need we doubt the fort to winU
I hold intelligence withinU
True Lady Anne no danger fearsV
Brave as the Upton fan she wearsW
Then lest upon our first attackI
Her valiant arm should force us backI
And we of all our hopes deprivedH
I have a stratagem contrivedH
By these embroider'd high heel shoesX
She shall be caught as in a nooseY
So well contriv'd her toes to pinchZ
She'll not have power to stir an inchZ
These gaudy shoes must Hannah placeA2
Direct before her lady's faceA2
The shoes put on our faithful portressA2
Admits us in to storm the fortressA2
While tortured madam bound remainsA2
Like Montezume in golden chainsA2
Or like a cat with walnuts shodH
Stumbling at every step she trodH
Sly hunters thus in Borneo's isleB2
To catch a monkey by a wileB2
The mimic animal amuseA2
They place before him gloves and shoesA2
Which when the brute puts awkward onC2
All his agility is goneD2
In vain to frisk or climb he triesA2
The huntsmen seize the grinning prizeA2
But let us on our first assaultH
Secure the larder and the vaultH
The valiant Dennis you must fix onC2
And I'll engage with Peggy DixonE2
Then if we once can seize the keyK
And chest that keeps my lady's teaK
They must surrender at discretionE2
And soon as we have gain'd possessionE2
We'll act as other conquerors doH
Divide the realm between us twoH
Then let me see we'll make the knightH
Our clerk for he can read and writeH
But must not think I tell him thatH
Like Lorimer to wear his hatH
Yet when we dine without a friendH
We'll place him at the lower endH
Madam whose skill does all in dress lieF2
May serve to wait on Mrs LeslieK
But lest it might not be so properG2
That her own maid should over top herG2
To mortify the creature moreH2
We'll take her heels five inches lowerG2
For Hannah when we have no need of herG2
'Twill be our interest to get rid of herG2
And when we execute our plotH
'Tis best to hang her on the spotH
As all your politicians wiseA2
Dispatch the rogues by whom they riseA2

Jonathan Swift



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