Vigo-street Eclogue, A Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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AFTER J DA
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Maecenas John George Arthur Grant RichardB
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MAECENASC
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What ho a merry Christmas PffD
Sharp blows the frosty blizzard's whffD
Pile on more logs and let them rollE
And pass the humming wassail bowlE
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JOHNF
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The wassail bowl the wind is snellG
Drinc hael and warm the poet's pellG
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M CENASC
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Richard say something rusticH
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RICHARDB
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LoI
The customary mistletoeI
Prehensile on the apple boughJ
Invites the usual kissC
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GEORGEK
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And nowJ
Cathartic hellebore should beA
A cure for imbecilityI
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GRANTI
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Now holly berries have begunL
To blush for Women That Have DoneL
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ARTHURM
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The farmer sticks his stuffy gooseC
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M CENASC
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Come come you grow a little looseC
That's Michaelmas you must rememberM
That Michaelmas is in SeptemberM
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ARTHURM
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Northward the swallow sweeps his wingN
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M CENASC
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No no the bird arrives in springN
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ARTHURM
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Such knowledge fits the country clownO
We've better things to note in townO
What's Nature's lore compared with women'sC
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JOHNF
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For this enigma go to S m nsC
He is theP
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ARTHURM
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Yes I am I knowI
The devil of a RomeoI
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JOHNF
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Hark hark the waits the precious waitsC
Their music beats at Heaven's gatesC
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M CENASC
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What Bodley wight will sing a staveD
To match their strumming I would haveD
The manly bass of Hobbes's voiceC
But Unwin's house is Hobbes's choiceC
George you've a baritone at needI
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GEORGEK
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Alas my famous Keynotes leadI
To DiscordsC
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JOHNF
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I've a little thingN
Of Resurrection Shall I singN
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ARTHURM
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Please do but a propos of whatI
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JOHNF
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I cannot say unless de bottesC
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Proceeds to sing a Ballad of ResurrectionL
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A letter card from my dear loveD
O folded page of blessed blueQ
She burst her many buttoned gloveD
And ripped the perforation throughQ
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My love to night about elevenL
With never a priest or passing bellG
We die and meet with luck in HeavenL
But anyhow at least in HellG
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Her courage very nearly failedI
In fact she swooned along the floorR
But curiosity prevailedI
She came again and read some moreR
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There is no way but this to chooseC
My people fain would have us wedI
But you and I have later viewsC
And scorn the vulgar marriage bedI
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Far be it from me to dictateI
How best to break the mortal bondI
But personally I may stateI
That I shall use the village pondI
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Be punctual love and let us meetI
For weal or woeI
This line has lost a pair of feetI
The post is now about to goI
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Ay ay she thought to meet were wellG
But if we found each other outI
You say in Heaven I in HellG
Or else the other way aboutI
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Nay there be heavy odds she saidI
One fate shall save us both or damnS
We surely shall be bracketedI
She ceased and sent a telegramS
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To Guy le Preux de BalthazarM
Here followed his address and thenT
This pregnant message Right you areU
She wrote it with the office penT
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She flashed the phrase along the wiresC
Then passing by a dagger shopV
Bought one and wiped it on her sire'sC
Best graduated razor stropV
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On second thoughts she said I leanW
To poison true a knife like thisC
Looks pretty rib and rib betweenW
But people very often missC
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She sought the chemist in his placeC
He sampled her with searching eyeX
She looked him frankly in the faceC
And told a wicked wicked lieX
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My hen she said a bantam blendI
Has hatched a poor demented chickH
To ease the gentle creature's endI
I want a pint of arsenicH
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The chemist deemed the order largeY
But said no thing and drew the drugZ
She seized and bore the sacred chargeY
Before her in a pewter mugZ
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At tea she faced her fell intentI
Dressing she lightly laughed at doomA2
Dined with the family and spentI
The evening in the drawing roomA2
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At ten the early rooster crowedI
Ten thirty struck and she was goneB2
She crossed alone the naked roadI
The road had really nothing onF
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Her golden braids hung down her backC2
Within her side she felt a stitchD2
And once the moon behind the wrackC2
Came out and caught her in a ditchD2
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Once ere she reached the trysting pearE2
She broke the slumber of the rooksC
She wrung her hands she tore her hairE2
And did as people do in booksC
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From out her cloak she fetched the drugZ
Thy health my love in Heaven or HellG
Deep to the dregs she drained the mugZ
And dropped it feeling far from wellG
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Upon the punctual stroke her fondI
True lover kept the oath he sworeR
Plunged softly in the village pondI
But feeling chilly swam ashoreR
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Next morning in the judgment placeC
Two pallid prisoners were triedI
Their guilt was plain it was a caseC
Of ineffective suicideI
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Yestreen a member of the ForceC
Had found a woman deadly sickH
Lamenting with sincere remorseC
An overdose of arsenicH
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Another heard upon his beatI
One darkly muttering This is HellG
His weed was wet from head to feetI
He put him in a common cellG
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The Justice chewed the evidenceC
His eyes were soft his lips were blandI
It was he said a first offenceC
He merely gave a reprimandI
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Go free my poppets keep the lawsC
And get ye wed at once said heA
The court indulged in rude applauseC
The usher cleared the galleryA
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The prison warder deeply stirredI
Approached the culprits at the barU
Then haled them forth without a wordI
Towards the nearest RegistrarU
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RICHARDI
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John you surpass yourself Next weekF2
Expect a flattering critiqueF2
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JOHNF
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The waits are whining in the coldI
With clavicorn and clarigoldI
They play them like a crumpled hornG2
The clarigold and clavicornG2

Owen Seaman



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