Vanbrugh's House,[1] Built From The Ruins Of Whitehall That Was Burnt, 1703 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHIJJKKLL MNOOPPKKQQRRSTUUQQKK VVWWXXKKKKYYZZKKKKA2 A2LLCCB2B2ZZKKKKC2C2 OOD2D2SSE2E2WWKKF2F2 G2G2H2H2I2I2RRH2H2J2 J2KKJ2J2JJRRK2K2KKH2 H2E2E2CCL2M2I2I2KKCC DDKKH2H2N2N2In times of old when Time was young | A |
And poets their own verses sung | A |
A verse would draw a stone or beam | B |
That now would overload a team | B |
Lead 'em a dance of many a mile | C |
Then rear 'em to a goodly pile | C |
Each number had its diff'rent power | D |
Heroic strains could build a tower | D |
Sonnets or elegies to Chloris | E |
Might raise a house about two stories | F |
A lyric ode would slate a catch | G |
Would tile an epigram would thatch | G |
But to their own or landlord's cost | H |
Now Poets feel this art is lost | I |
Not one of all our tuneful throng | J |
Can raise a lodging for a song | J |
For Jove consider'd well the case | K |
Observed they grew a numerous race | K |
And should they build as fast as write | L |
'Twould ruin undertakers quite | L |
This evil therefore to prevent | M |
He wisely changed their element | N |
On earth the God of Wealth was made | O |
Sole patron of the building trade | O |
Leaving the Wits the spacious air | P |
With license to build castles there | P |
And 'tis conceived their old pretence | K |
To lodge in garrets comes from thence | K |
Premising thus in modern way | Q |
The better half we have to say | Q |
Sing Muse the house of Poet Van | R |
In higher strains than we began | R |
Van for 'tis fit the reader know it | S |
Is both a Herald and a Poet | T |
No wonder then if nicely skill'd | U |
In both capacities to build | U |
As Herald he can in a day | Q |
Repair a house gone to decay | Q |
Or by achievements arms device | K |
Erect a new one in a trice | K |
And as a poet he has skill | V |
To build in speculation still | V |
Great Jove he cried the art restore | W |
To build by verse as heretofore | W |
And make my Muse the architect | X |
What palaces shall we erect | X |
No longer shall forsaken Thames | K |
Lament his old Whitehall in flames | K |
A pile shall from its ashes rise | K |
Fit to invade or prop the skies | K |
Jove smiled and like a gentle god | Y |
Consenting with the usual nod | Y |
Told Van he knew his talent best | Z |
And left the choice to his own breast | Z |
So Van resolved to write a farce | K |
But well perceiving wit was scarce | K |
With cunning that defect supplies | K |
Takes a French play as lawful prize | K |
Steals thence his plot and ev'ry joke | A2 |
Not once suspecting Jove would smoke | A2 |
And like a wag set down to write | L |
Would whisper to himself a bite | L |
Then from this motley mingled style | C |
Proceeded to erect his pile | C |
So men of old to gain renown did | B2 |
Build Babel with their tongues confounded | B2 |
Jove saw the cheat but thought it best | Z |
To turn the matter to a jest | Z |
Down from Olympus' top he slides | K |
Laughing as if he'd burst his sides | K |
Ay thought the god are these your tricks | K |
Why then old plays deserve old bricks | K |
And since you're sparing of your stuff | C2 |
Your building shall be small enough | C2 |
He spake and grudging lent his aid | O |
Th'experienced bricks that knew their trade | O |
As being bricks at second hand | D2 |
Now move and now in order stand | D2 |
The building as the Poet writ | S |
Rose in proportion to his wit | S |
And first the prologue built a wall | E2 |
So wide as to encompass all | E2 |
The scene a wood produc'd no more | W |
Than a few scrubby trees before | W |
The plot as yet lay deep and so | K |
A cellar next was dug below | K |
But this a work so hard was found | F2 |
Two acts it cost him under ground | F2 |
Two other acts we may presume | G2 |
Were spent in building each a room | G2 |
Thus far advanc'd he made a shift | H2 |
To raise a roof with act the fift | H2 |
The epilogue behind did frame | I2 |
A place not decent here to name | I2 |
Now Poets from all quarters ran | R |
To see the house of brother Van | R |
Looked high and low walk'd often round | H2 |
But no such house was to be found | H2 |
One asks the watermen hard by | J2 |
Where may the Poet's palace lie | J2 |
Another of the Thames inquires | K |
If he has seen its gilded spires | K |
At length they in the rubbish spy | J2 |
A thing resembling a goose pie | J2 |
Thither in haste the Poets throng | J |
And gaze in silent wonder long | J |
Till one in raptures thus began | R |
To praise the pile and builder Van | R |
Thrice happy Poet who may'st trail | K2 |
Thy house about thee like a snail | K2 |
Or harness'd to a nag at ease | K |
Take journeys in it like a chaise | K |
Or in a boat whene'er thou wilt | H2 |
Can'st make it serve thee for a tilt | H2 |
Capacious house 'tis own'd by all | E2 |
Thou'rt well contrived tho' thou art small | E2 |
For ev'ry Wit in Britain's isle | C |
May lodge within thy spacious pile | C |
Like Bacchus thou as Poets feign | L2 |
Thy mother burnt art born again | M2 |
Born like a phoenix from the flame | I2 |
But neither bulk nor shape the same | I2 |
As animals of largest size | K |
Corrupt to maggots worms and flies | K |
A type of modern wit and style | C |
The rubbish of an ancient pile | C |
So chemists boast they have a power | D |
From the dead ashes of a flower | D |
Some faint resemblance to produce | K |
But not the virtue taste or juice | K |
So modern rhymers wisely blast | H2 |
The poetry of ages past | H2 |
Which after they have overthrown | N2 |
They from its ruins build their own | N2 |
Jonathan Swift
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