Taking Orders. A Tale, Founded On Fact. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIJKKLL MMNNOOAAPPQQEERSTUVW XXYY ZZA2A2YYB2B2 WVB2B2B2| A parson once and poorer he | A |
| Than ever parson ought to be | A |
| Yet not so proud as some from College | B |
| Who fancy they alone have knowledge | C |
| Who only learn to dress and drink | D |
| And strange to say still seem to think | D |
| That no real talent's to be found | E |
| Except within their classic ground | E |
| Yet prove that Cam's nor Oxon's plains | F |
| Can't furnish empty skulls with brains | F |
| But for my tale Our churchman came | G |
| And in religion's honour'd name | G |
| Sought Cam's delightful classic borders | H |
| To be prefer'd to Holy Orders | H |
| Chance led him to the Trav'llers' Inn | I |
| Where living's cheap and often whim | J |
| Enlivens many a weary soul | K |
| And helps in the o'erflowing bowl | K |
| In spite of fogs and threatening weather | L |
| To drown both grief and gloom together | L |
| Oh Wit thou'rt like a little blue | M |
| Soft cloud in summer breaking through | M |
| A frowning one and lighting it | N |
| Till darkness fadeth bit by bit | N |
| And Whim to thee is near allied | O |
| And follows closely at thy side | O |
| So oft oh Wit I'm told that she | A |
| By some folks is mista'en for thee | A |
| Yet I may say unto my eyes | P |
| Just whereabouts the difference lies | P |
| One's diamond quite and to my taste | Q |
| The other is but Dovey's Paste | Q |
| He there a ready welcome found | E |
| From one who travell'd England round | E |
| Sir your obedient quite alone | R |
| I'm truly happy you are come | S |
| Pray sir be seated business dull | T |
| Or else this room had now been full | U |
| Orders and cash are strangers here | V |
| And every thing looks dev'lish queer | W |
| Bad times these sir sad lack of wealth | X |
| Must hope for better Sir your health | X |
| Then added with inquiring face | Y |
| Come to take Orders in this place | Y |
| - | |
| Yes sir I am replied the priest | Z |
| With that intent I came at least | Z |
| Ha ha I knew it very well | A2 |
| We business men can others tell | A2 |
| Often before I've seen your face | Y |
| Though memory can't recal the place | Y |
| Ah now I have it head of mine | B2 |
| You travel in the button line | B2 |
| - | |
| Begging your pardon sir I fear | W |
| Some error has arisen here | V |
| You have mista'en my trade divine | B2 |
| But sir the worldly loss is mine | B2 |
| I travel in a much worse line | B2 |
Thomas Gent
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