The Masque Of Plenty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDDB EEEF GGGF G EE HGI G JGJG KLKL MNMN OPOP G GPGBPBG QGBM RRBSQQ G MQBK BQMQ GT MMBBG G QGUGGGGGVG G GBGBEWEWBNBNGXGXQBQB QLQL BWBWBYBYGBGBMBMBEZEZArgument The Indian Government being minded to discover the economic condition of their lands sent a Committee to inquire into it and saw that it was good | A |
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Scene The wooded heights of Simla The Incarnation of the Government of India in the raiment of the Angel of Plenty signs to pianoforte accompaniment | B |
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quot How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life | C |
From the dawn to the even he strays | D |
And his tongue shall be filled with praise | D |
adagio dim Filled with praise quot | B |
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largendo con sp Now this is the position | E |
Go make an inquisition | E |
Into their real condition | E |
As swiftly as ye may | F |
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p Ay paint our swarthy billions | G |
The richest of vermillions | G |
Ere two well led cotillions | G |
Have danced themselves away | F |
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Turkish Patrol as able and intelligent Investigators wind down the Himalayas | G |
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What is the state of the Nation What is its occupation | E |
Hi get along get along get along lend us the information | E |
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dim Census the byle and the yabu capture a first class Babu | H |
Set him to file Gazetteers Gazetteers | G |
ff What is the state of the Nation etc etc | I |
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Interlude from Nowhere in Particular to stringed and Oriental instruments | G |
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Our cattle reel beneath the yoke they bear | J |
The earth is iron and the skies are brass | G |
And faint with fervour of the flaming air | J |
The languid hours pass | G |
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The well is dry beneath the village tree | K |
The young wheat withers ere it reach a span | L |
And belts of blinding sand show cruelly | K |
Where once the river ran | L |
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Pray brothers pray but to no earthly King | M |
Lift up your hands above the blighted grain | N |
Look westward if they please the Gods shall bring | M |
Their mercy with the rain | N |
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Look westward bears the blue no brown cloud bank | O |
Nay it is written wherefore should we fly | P |
On our own field and by our cattle's flank | O |
Lie down lie down to die | P |
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Semi Chorus | G |
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By the plumed heads of Kings | G |
Waving high | P |
Where the tall corn springs | G |
O'er the dead | B |
If they rust or rot we die | P |
If they ripen we are fed | B |
Very mighty is the power of our Kings | G |
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Triumphal return to Simla of the Investigators attired after | Q |
the manner of Dionysus leading a pet tiger cub in wreaths | G |
of rhubarb leaves symbolical of India under medical treatment | B |
They sing | M |
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We have seen we have written behold it the proof of our manifold toil | R |
In their hosts they assembled and told it the tale of the Sons of the Soil | R |
We have said of the Sickness quot Where is it quot and of Death quot It is far from our ken quot | B |
We have paid a particular visit to the affluent children of men | S |
We have trodden the mart and the well curb we hae stooped to the bield and the byre | Q |
And the King may the forces of Hell curb for the People have all they desire | Q |
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Castanets and step dance | G |
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Oh the dom and the mag and the thakur and the thag | M |
And the nat and the brinjaree | Q |
And the bunnia and the ryot are as happy and as quiet | B |
And as plump as they can be | K |
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Yes the jain and the jat in his stucco fronted hut | B |
And the bounding bazugar | Q |
By the favour of the King are as fat as anything | M |
They are they are they are | Q |
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Recitative Government of India with white satin wings | G |
and electro plated harp | T |
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How beautiful upon the Mountains in peace reclining | M |
Thus to be assured that our people are unanimously dining | M |
And though there are places not so blessed as others in naural advantages which after all was only to be expected | B |
Proud and glad are we to congratulate you upon the work you have thus ably effected | B |
Cres How be ewtiful upon the Mountains | G |
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Hired Band brasses only full chorus | G |
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God bless the Squire | Q |
And all his rich relations | G |
Who teach us poor people | U |
We eat our proper rations | G |
We eat our proper rations | G |
In spite of inundations | G |
Malarial exhalations | G |
And casual starvations | G |
We have we have they say we have | V |
We have our proper rations | G |
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Chorus of the Crystallised Facts | G |
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Before the beginning of years | G |
There came to the rule of the State | B |
Men with a pair of shears | G |
Men with an Estimate | B |
Strachey with Muir for leaven | E |
Lytton with locks that fell | W |
Ripon fooling with Heaven | E |
And Temple riding like H ll | W |
And the bigots took in hand | B |
Cess and the falling of rain | N |
And the measure of sifted sand | B |
The dealer puts in the grain | N |
Imports by land and sea | G |
To uttermost decimal worth | X |
And registration free | G |
In the houses of death and of birth | X |
And fashioned with pens and paper | Q |
And fashioned in black and white | B |
With Life for a flickering taper | Q |
And Death for a blazing light | B |
With the Armed and the Civil Power | Q |
That his strength might endure for a span | L |
From Adam's Bridge to Peshawur | Q |
The Much Administered Man | L |
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In the towns of the North and the East | B |
They gathered as unto rule | W |
They bade him starve his priest | B |
And send his children to school | W |
Railways and roads they wrought | B |
For the needs of the soil within | Y |
A time to squabble in court | B |
A time to bear and to grin | Y |
And gave him peace in his ways | G |
Jails and Police to fight | B |
Justice at length of days | G |
And Right and Might in the Right | B |
His speech is of mortgaged bedding | M |
On his kine he borrows yet | B |
At his heart is his daughter's wedding | M |
In his eye foreknowledged of debt | B |
He eats and hath indigestion | E |
He toils and he may not stop | Z |
His life is a long drawn question | E |
Between a crop and a crop | Z |
Rudyard Kipling
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