Traulus. Part I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TOM AND ROBINA
B
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TomC
Say Robin what can Traulus meanD
By bellowing thus against the DeanD
Why does he call him paltry scribblerE
Papist and Jacobite and libellerE
Yet cannot prove a single factF
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Robin Forgive him Tom his head is cracktF
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T What mischief can the Dean have done himG
That Traulus calls for vengeance on himG
Why must he sputter spawl and slaver itF
In vain against the people's favouriteF
Revile that nation saving paperE
Which gave the Dean the name of DrapierE
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R Why Tom I think the case is plainH
Party and spleen have turn'd his brainH
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T Such friendship never man profess'dF
The Dean was never so caress'dF
For Traulus long his rancour nursedF
Till God knows why at last it burstF
That clumsy outside of a porterE
How could it thus conceal a courtierE
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R I own appearances are badF
Yet still insist the man is madF
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T Yet many a wretch in Bedlam knowsI
How to distinguish friends from foesI
And though perhaps among the routF
He wildly flings his filth aboutF
He still has gratitude and sap'enceI
To spare the folks that give him ha'penceI
Nor in their eyes at random pissesI
But turns aside like mad UlyssesI
While Traulus all his ordure scattersI
To foul the man he chiefly flattersI
Whence comes these inconsistent fitsI
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R Why Tom the man has lost his witsI
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T Agreed and yet when Towzer snapsI
At people's heels with frothy chapsI
Hangs down his head and drops his tailJ
To say he's mad will not availJ
The neighbours all cry Shoot him deadF
Hang drown or knock him on the headF
So Traulus when he first haranguedF
I wonder why he was not hang'dF
For of the two without disputeF
Towzer's the less offensive bruteF
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R Tom you mistake the matter quiteF
Your barking curs will seldom biteF
And though you hear him stut tut tut terE
He barks as fast as he can utterE
He prates in spite of all impedimentF
While none believes that what he said he meantF
Puts in his finger and his thumbK
To grope for words and out they comeK
He calls you rogue there's nothing in itF
He fawns upon you in a minuteF
Begs leave to rail but d n his bloodF
He only meant it for your goodF
His friendship was exactly timedF
He shot before your foes were primedF
By this contrivance Mr DeanD
By G I'll bring you off as cleanD
Then let him use you e'er so roughL
'Twas all for love and that's enoughL
But though he sputter through a sessionA
It never makes the least impressionA
Whate'er he speaks for madness goesI
With no effect on friends or foesI
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T The scrubbiest cur in all the packM
Can set the mastiff on your backM
I own his madness is a jestF
If that were all But he's possestF
Incarnate with a thousand impsI
To work whose ends his madness pimpsI
Who o'er each string and wire presideF
Fill every pipe each motion guideF
Directing every vice we findF
In Scripture to the devil assign'dF
Sent from the dark infernal regionA
In him they lodge and make him legionA
Of brethren he's a false accuserE
A slanderer traitor and seducerE
A fawning base trepanning liarE
The marks peculiar of his sireE
Or grant him but a drone at bestF
A drone can raise a hornet's nestF
The Dean had felt their stings beforeE
And must their malice ne'er give o'erE
Still swarm and buzz about his noseI
But Ireland's friends ne'er wanted foesI
A patriot is a dangerous postF
When wanted by his country mostF
Perversely comes in evil timesI
Where virtues are imputed crimesI
His guilt is clear the proofs are pregnantF
A traitor to the vices regnantF
What spirit since the world beganN
Could always bear to strive with manN
Which God pronounced he never wouldF
And soon convinced them by a floodF
Yet still the Dean on freedom ravesI
His spirit always strives with slavesI
'Tis time at last to spare his inkO
And let them rot or hang or sinkO

Jonathan Swift



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