Ode To Sir Andrew Agnew, Bart.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDDEFEF GGHIIJKKIAAI BBLLMMNNOPLQQQ RSTSUVVU WWXXBBBB VVYVVYVV QVVQZVZV A2QA2A2QGVGV VB2VB2QQQQ VBVB RRBBC2QQC2 VVVVD2CD2CE2E2At certain seasons he makes a prodigious clattering with his bill SELBY | A |
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The bill is rather long flat and tinged with green BEWICK | B |
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O Andrew Fairservice but I beg pardon | C |
You never labor'd in Di Vernon's garden | C |
On curly kale and cabbages intent | D |
Andrew Churchservice was the thing I meant | D |
You are a Christian I would be the same | E |
Although we differ and I'll tell you why | F |
Not meaning to make game | E |
I do not like my Church so very High | F |
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When people talk as talk they will | G |
About your bill | G |
They say among their other jibes and small jeers | H |
That if you had your way | I |
You'd make the seventh day | I |
As overbearing as the Dey of Algiers | J |
Talk of converting Blacks | K |
By your attacks | K |
You make a thing so horrible of one day | I |
Each nigger they will bet a something tidy | A |
Would rather be a heathenish Man Friday | A |
Than your Man Sunday | I |
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So poor men speak | B |
Who once a week | B |
P'rhaps after weaving artificial flowers | L |
Can snatch a glance of Nature's kinder bowers | L |
And revel in a bloom | M |
That is not of the loom | M |
Making the earth the streams the skies the trees | N |
A Chapel of Ease | N |
Whereas as you would plan it | O |
Wall'd in with hard Scotch granite | P |
People all day should look to their behaviors | L |
But though there be as Shakspeare owns | Q |
Sermons in stones | Q |
Zounds Would you have us work at them like paviors | Q |
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Spontaneous is pure devotion's fire | R |
And in a green wood many a soul has built | S |
A new Church with a fir tree for its spire | T |
Where Sin has prayed for peace and wept for guilt | S |
Better than if an architect the plan drew | U |
We know of old how medicines were back'd | V |
But true Religion needs not to be quack'd | V |
By an Un merry Andrew | U |
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Suppose a poor town weary sallow elf | W |
At Primrose hill would renovate himself | W |
Or drink and no great harm | X |
Milk genuine at Chalk Farm | X |
The innocent intention who would balk | B |
And drive him back into St Bennet Fink | B |
For my part for my life I cannot think | B |
A walk on Sunday is the Devil's Walk | B |
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But there's a sect of Deists and their creed | V |
Is D ing other people to be d d | V |
Yeas all that are not of their saintly level | Y |
They make a pious point | V |
To send with an aroint | V |
Down to that great Fillhellenist the Devil | Y |
To such a ramble by the River Lea | V |
Is really treading on the Banks of D | V |
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Go down to Margate wisest of law makers | Q |
And say unto the sea as Canute did | V |
Of course the sea will do as it is bid | V |
This is the Sabbath but there be no Breakers | Q |
Seek London's Bishop on some Sunday morn | Z |
And try him with your tenets to inoculate | V |
Abuse his fine souchong and say in scorn | Z |
This is not Churchman's Chocolate | V |
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Or seek Dissenters at their mid day meal | A2 |
And read them from your Sabbath Bill some passages | Q |
And while they eat their mutton beef and veal | A2 |
Shout out with holy zeal | A2 |
These are not Chappet's sassages | Q |
Suppose your Act should act up to your will | G |
Yet how will it appear to Mrs Grundy | V |
To hear you saying of this pious bill | G |
It works well on a Sunday | V |
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To knock down apple stalls is now too late | V |
Except to starve some poor old harmless madam | B2 |
You might have done some good and chang'd our fate | V |
Could you have upset that which ruined Adam | B2 |
'Tis useless to prescribe salt cod and eggs | Q |
Or lay post horses under legal fetters | Q |
While Tattersall's on Sunday stirs its Legs | Q |
Folks look for good examples from their Betters | Q |
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Consider Acts of Parliament may bind | V |
A man to go where Irvings are discoursing | B |
But as for forcing proper frames of mind | V |
Minds are not framed like melons for such forcing | B |
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Remember as a Scottish legislator | R |
The Scotch Kirk always has a Moderator | R |
Meaning one need not ever be sojourning | B |
In a long Sermon Lane without a turning | B |
Such grave old maids as Portia and Zenobia | C2 |
May like discourses with a skein of threads | Q |
And love a lecture for its many heads | Q |
But as for me I have the Hydra phobia | C2 |
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Religion one should never overdo | V |
Right know I am no minister you be | V |
For you would say your service sir to me | V |
Till I should say My service sir to you | V |
Six days made all that is you know and then | D2 |
Came that of rest by holy ordination | C |
As if to hint unto the sons of men | D2 |
After creation should come re creation | C |
Read right this text and do not further search | E2 |
To make a Sunday Workhouse of the Church | E2 |
Thomas Hood
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