The Nabob Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEAEFGHGIHEHHHHH HJGKGHAHHFGFGGGLATo the memory of William Hickey Esq | A |
COMING out of India with ten thousand a year | B |
Exchanged for flesh and temper a dry Faust | C |
Whose devil barters with digestion has he paid dear | B |
For dipping his fingers in the Roc's valley | D |
Who knows It's certain that he owns a rage | E |
A face like shark skin full of Yellow Jack | A |
And that unreckoning tyranny of age | E |
That calls for turtles' eggs in Twickenham | F |
Sometimes by moonlight in a barge he'll float | G |
Whilst hirelings blow their skulking flageolets | H |
Served by a Rajah in a golden coat | G |
With pigeon pie Madeira and Madeira | I |
Or in his Bon de Paris with silver frogs | H |
He rolls puff bellied in an equipage | E |
Elegant chariot through a gulf of fogs | H |
To dine on dolphin steak with Post Captains | H |
Who knows There are worse things than steak perhaps | H |
Worse things than oyster sauces and tureens | H |
And worlds of provender like painted maps | H |
Pricked out with ports of claret and pitchcocked eels | H |
And hubbubs of billiard matches burnt champagne | J |
Beautiful ladies 'of the establishment' | G |
Always in tempers or melting out again | K |
Bailiffs and Burgundy and writs of judgment | G |
Thus to inhabit huge lugubrious halls | H |
Damp with the steam of entrees glazed with smoke | A |
Raw drinking greasy eating bussing and brawls | H |
Drinking and eating and bursting into bed chambers | H |
But in the end one says farewell to them | F |
And if he'd curse to day God damn your blood | G |
Even his curses I'd not altogether condemn | F |
Not altogether scorn and if phantoms ate | G |
Hickey I'd say sit down pull up set to | G |
Here's knife and fork there's wine and there's a barmaid | G |
Let us submerge ourselves in onion soup | L |
Anything but this 'damned profession of writing' | A |
Kenneth Slessor
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