Ode To Richard Martin, Esq.,[1] M.p. For Galway Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCAADAAD EEFFGGGGGHHGHHG FAFFAIJJIKGGLG M NOOOOGGAAGGAGGA M GGG ADADADDA GPGQPOQQOQFMFMFMartin in this has proved himself a very good man | A |
Boxiana | A |
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How many sing of wars | B |
Of Greek and Trojan jars | C |
The butcheries of men | A |
The Muse hath a Perpetual Ruby Pen | A |
Dabbling with heroes and the blood they spill | D |
But no one sings the man | A |
That like a pelican | A |
Nourishes Pity with his tender Bill | D |
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II | - |
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Thou Wilberforce of hacks | E |
Of whites as well as blacks | E |
Pyebald and dapple gray | F |
Chestnut and bay | F |
No poet's eulogy thy name adorns | G |
But oxen from the fens | G |
Sheep in their pens | G |
Praise thee and red cows with their winding horns | G |
Thou art sung on brutal pipes | G |
Drovers may curse thee | H |
Knackers asperse thee | H |
And sly M P 's bestow their cruel wipes | G |
But the old horse neighs thee | H |
And zebras praise thee | H |
Asses I mean that have as many stripes | G |
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III | - |
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Hast thou not taught the Drover to forbear | F |
In Smithfield's muddy murderous vile environ | A |
Staying his lifted bludgeon in the air | F |
Bullocks don't wear | F |
Oxide of iron | A |
The cruel Jarvy thou hast summon'd oft | I |
Enforcing mercy on the coarse Yahoo | J |
That thought his horse the courser of the two | J |
Whilst Swift smiled down aloft | I |
O worthy pair for this when ye inhabit | K |
Bodies of birds if so the spirit shifts | G |
From flesh to feather when the clown uplifts | G |
His hands against the sparrow's nest to grab it | L |
He shall not harm the MARTINS and the Swifts | G |
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IV | M |
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Ah when Dean Swift was quick how he enhanc'd | N |
The horse and humbled biped man like Plato | O |
But now he's dead the charger is mischanc'd | O |
Gone backward in the world and not advanc'd | O |
Remember Cato | O |
Swift was the horse's champion not the King's | G |
Whom Southey sings | G |
Mounted on Pegasus would he were thrown | A |
He'll wear that ancient hackney to the bone | A |
Like a mere clothes horse airing royal things | G |
Ah well a day the ancients did not use | G |
Their steeds so cruelly let it debar men | A |
From wanton rowelling and whip's abuse | G |
Look at the ancients' Muse | G |
Look at their Carmen | A |
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V | M |
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O Martin I how thine eyes | G |
That one would think had put aside its lashes | G |
That can't bear gashes | G |
Thro' any horse's side must ache to spy | - |
That horrid window fronting Fetter lane | A |
For there's a nag the crows have pick'd for victual | D |
Or some man painted in a bloody vein | A |
Gods is there no Horse spital | D |
That such raw shows must sicken the humane | A |
Sure Mr Whittle | D |
Loves thee but little | D |
To let that poor horse linger in his pane | A |
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VI | - |
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O build a Brookes's Theatre for horses | G |
O wipe away the national reproach | P |
And find a decent Vulture for their corses | G |
And in thy funeral track | Q |
Four sorry steeds shall follow in each coach | P |
Steeds that confess the luxury of wo | O |
True mourning steeds in no extempore black | Q |
And many a wretched hack | Q |
Shall sorrow for thee sore with kick and blow | O |
And bloody gash it is the Indian knack | Q |
Save that the savage is his own tormentor | F |
Banting shall weep too in his sable scarf | M |
The biped woe the quadruped shall enter | F |
And Man and Horse go half and half | M |
As if their griefs met in a common Centaur | F |
Thomas Hood
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