Traulus. Part I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDDEEF F GGFFEE HH FFFFEE FF IIFFIIIIIII I IIJJFFFFFF FFEEFFKKFFFFFFDDLLAA II MMFFIIFFFFAAEEEEFFEE IIFFIIFFNNFFIIOOA DIALOGUE BETWEEN TOM AND ROBIN | A |
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Tom | C |
Say Robin what can Traulus mean | D |
By bellowing thus against the Dean | D |
Why does he call him paltry scribbler | E |
Papist and Jacobite and libeller | E |
Yet cannot prove a single fact | F |
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Robin Forgive him Tom his head is crackt | F |
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T What mischief can the Dean have done him | G |
That Traulus calls for vengeance on him | G |
Why must he sputter spawl and slaver it | F |
In vain against the people's favourite | F |
Revile that nation saving paper | E |
Which gave the Dean the name of Drapier | E |
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R Why Tom I think the case is plain | H |
Party and spleen have turn'd his brain | H |
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T Such friendship never man profess'd | F |
The Dean was never so caress'd | F |
For Traulus long his rancour nursed | F |
Till God knows why at last it burst | F |
That clumsy outside of a porter | E |
How could it thus conceal a courtier | E |
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R I own appearances are bad | F |
Yet still insist the man is mad | F |
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T Yet many a wretch in Bedlam knows | I |
How to distinguish friends from foes | I |
And though perhaps among the rout | F |
He wildly flings his filth about | F |
He still has gratitude and sap'ence | I |
To spare the folks that give him ha'pence | I |
Nor in their eyes at random pisses | I |
But turns aside like mad Ulysses | I |
While Traulus all his ordure scatters | I |
To foul the man he chiefly flatters | I |
Whence comes these inconsistent fits | I |
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R Why Tom the man has lost his wits | I |
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T Agreed and yet when Towzer snaps | I |
At people's heels with frothy chaps | I |
Hangs down his head and drops his tail | J |
To say he's mad will not avail | J |
The neighbours all cry Shoot him dead | F |
Hang drown or knock him on the head | F |
So Traulus when he first harangued | F |
I wonder why he was not hang'd | F |
For of the two without dispute | F |
Towzer's the less offensive brute | F |
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R Tom you mistake the matter quite | F |
Your barking curs will seldom bite | F |
And though you hear him stut tut tut ter | E |
He barks as fast as he can utter | E |
He prates in spite of all impediment | F |
While none believes that what he said he meant | F |
Puts in his finger and his thumb | K |
To grope for words and out they come | K |
He calls you rogue there's nothing in it | F |
He fawns upon you in a minute | F |
Begs leave to rail but d n his blood | F |
He only meant it for your good | F |
His friendship was exactly timed | F |
He shot before your foes were primed | F |
By this contrivance Mr Dean | D |
By G I'll bring you off as clean | D |
Then let him use you e'er so rough | L |
'Twas all for love and that's enough | L |
But though he sputter through a session | A |
It never makes the least impression | A |
Whate'er he speaks for madness goes | I |
With no effect on friends or foes | I |
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T The scrubbiest cur in all the pack | M |
Can set the mastiff on your back | M |
I own his madness is a jest | F |
If that were all But he's possest | F |
Incarnate with a thousand imps | I |
To work whose ends his madness pimps | I |
Who o'er each string and wire preside | F |
Fill every pipe each motion guide | F |
Directing every vice we find | F |
In Scripture to the devil assign'd | F |
Sent from the dark infernal region | A |
In him they lodge and make him legion | A |
Of brethren he's a false accuser | E |
A slanderer traitor and seducer | E |
A fawning base trepanning liar | E |
The marks peculiar of his sire | E |
Or grant him but a drone at best | F |
A drone can raise a hornet's nest | F |
The Dean had felt their stings before | E |
And must their malice ne'er give o'er | E |
Still swarm and buzz about his nose | I |
But Ireland's friends ne'er wanted foes | I |
A patriot is a dangerous post | F |
When wanted by his country most | F |
Perversely comes in evil times | I |
Where virtues are imputed crimes | I |
His guilt is clear the proofs are pregnant | F |
A traitor to the vices regnant | F |
What spirit since the world began | N |
Could always bear to strive with man | N |
Which God pronounced he never would | F |
And soon convinced them by a flood | F |
Yet still the Dean on freedom raves | I |
His spirit always strives with slaves | I |
'Tis time at last to spare his ink | O |
And let them rot or hang or sink | O |
Jonathan Swift
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