A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACCCCACCDEFDGGHII HDDJJBBDKDKKLLKKLMML NNAANNHBCCAACCKKKKKK NNKKAA| Now as Heaven is my Lot they're the Pests of the Nation | A |
| Wherever they can come | B |
| With clankum and blankum | B |
| 'Tis all Botheration Hell Damnation | A |
| With fun jeering | C |
| Conjuring | C |
| Sky staring | C |
| Loungering | C |
| And still to the tune of Transmogrification | A |
| Those muttering | C |
| Spluttering | C |
| Ventriloquogusty | D |
| Poets | E |
| With no Hats | F |
| Or Hats that are rusty | D |
| They're my Torment and Curse | G |
| And harass me worse | G |
| And bait me and bay me far sorer I vow | H |
| Than the Screech of the Owl | I |
| Or the witch wolf's long howl | I |
| Or sheep killing Butcher dog's inward Bow wow | H |
| For me they all spite an unfortunate Wight | D |
| And the very first moment that I came to Light | D |
| A Rascal call'd Voss the more to his scandal | J |
| Turn'd me into a sickle with never a handle | J |
| A Night or two after a worse Rogue there came | B |
| The head of the Gang one Wordsworth by name | B |
| Ho What's in the wind ' 'Tis the voice of a Wizzard | D |
| I saw him look at me most terribly blue | K |
| He was hunting for witch rhymes from great A to Izzard | D |
| And soon as he'd found them made no more ado | K |
| But chang'd me at once to a little Canoe | K |
| From this strange Enchantment uncharm'd by degrees | L |
| I began to take courage hop'd for some Ease | L |
| When one Coleridge a Raff of the self same Banditti | K |
| Past by intending no doubt to be witty | K |
| Because I'd th' ill fortune his taste to displease | L |
| He turn'd up his nose | M |
| And in pitiful Prose | M |
| Made me into the half of a small Cheshire Cheese | L |
| Well a night or two past it was wind rain hail | N |
| And I ventur'd abroad in a thick Cloak veil | N |
| But the very first Evening he saw me again | A |
| The last mentioned Ruffian popp'd out of his Den | A |
| I was resting a moment on the bare edge of Naddle | N |
| I fancy the sight of me turn'd his Brains addle | N |
| For what was I now | H |
| A complete Barley mow | B |
| And when I climb'd higher he made a long leg | C |
| And chang'd me at once to an Ostrich's Egg | C |
| But now Heaven be praised in contempt of the Loon | A |
| I am I myself I the jolly full Moon | A |
| Yet my heart is still fluttering | C |
| For I heard the Rogue muttering | C |
| He was hulking and skulking at the skirt of a Wood | K |
| When lightly brightly on tip toe I stood | K |
| On the long level Line of a motionless Cloud | K |
| And ho what a Skittle ground quoth he aloud | K |
| And wish'd from his heart nine Nine pins to see | K |
| In brightness size just proportion'd to me | K |
| So I fear'd from my soul | N |
| That he'd make me a Bowl | N |
| But in spite of his spite | K |
| This was more than his might | K |
| And still Heaven be prais'd in contempt of the Loon | A |
| I am I myself I the jolly full Moon | A |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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