The Irish Schoolmaster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDCDD A EDFDDGDGG A EHEDHHIHII J EHEKKLKLL K MKMFFDFDD J KKKKKNDNN J MHMHHKHKK J KOKOODODD K HKHKKDKKJ K PDPDDHDHH D MDMDDDDDD D HHHHHHHHH D MKMFFDFDD O DKDKKDQDD O QQQQQDQDD O DODOORORR O QDQDDSDSS O HHHHHDHDD D TKTKKKKKK D DMDMMDMDD D HUHUUHUHH D KDKDDDDDD D DDDDDVDVV O HDHDDHDHH O WDXDDDDDD O DKDKKMKMM O HDHDDMDFM O HFHFFDFDD D DKDKQGDGG| I | A |
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| Alack 'tis melancholy theme to think | B |
| How Learning doth in rugged states abide | C |
| And like her bashful owl obscurely blink | B |
| In pensive glooms and corners scarcely spied | C |
| Not as in Founders' Halls and domes of pride | C |
| Served with grave homage like a tragic queen | D |
| But with one lonely priest compell'd to hide | C |
| In midst of foggy moors and mosses green | D |
| In that clay cabin hight the College of Kilreen | D |
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| II | A |
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| This College looketh South and West alsoe | E |
| Because it hath a cast in windows twain | D |
| Crazy and crack'd they be and wind doth blow | F |
| Through transparent holes in every pane | D |
| Which Pan with many paines makes whole again | D |
| With nether garments which his thrift doth teach | G |
| To stand for glass like pronouns and when rain | D |
| Stormeth he puts once more unto the breach | G |
| Outside and in tho' broke yet so he mendeth each | G |
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| III | A |
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| And in the midst a little door there is | E |
| Whereon a board that doth congratulate | H |
| With painted letters red as blood I wis | E |
| Thus written | D |
| CHILDREN TAKEN IN TO BATE | H |
| And oft indeed the inward of that gate | H |
| Most ventriloque doth utter tender squeak | I |
| And moans of infants that bemoan their fate | H |
| In midst of sounds of Latin French and Greek | I |
| Which all i' the Irish tongue he teacheth them to speak | I |
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| IV | J |
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| For some are meant to right illegal wrongs | E |
| And some for Doctors of Divinitie | H |
| Whom he doth teach to murder the dead tongues | E |
| And soe win academical degree | K |
| But some are bred for service of the sea | K |
| Howbeit their store of learning is but small | L |
| For mickle waste he counteth it would be | K |
| To stock a head with bookish wares at all | L |
| Only to be knock'd off by ruthless cannon ball | L |
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| V | K |
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| Six babes he sways some little and some big | M |
| Divided into classes six alsoe | K |
| He keeps a parlor boarder of a pig | M |
| That in the College fareth to and fro | F |
| And picketh up the urchins' crumbs below | F |
| And eke the learned rudiments they scan | D |
| And thus his A B C doth wisely know | F |
| Hereafter to be shown in caravan | D |
| And raise the wonderment of many a learned man | D |
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| VI | J |
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| Alsoe he schools some tame familiar fowls | K |
| Whereof above his head some two or three | K |
| Sit darkly squatting like Minerva's owls | K |
| But on the branches of no living tree | K |
| And overlook the learned family | K |
| While sometimes Partlet from her gloomy perch | N |
| Drops feather on the nose of Dominie | D |
| Meanwhile with serious eye he makes research | N |
| In leaves of that sour tree of knowledge now a birch | N |
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| VII | J |
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| No chair he hath the awful Pedagogue | M |
| Such as would magisterial hams imbed | H |
| But sitteth lowly on a beechen log | M |
| Secure in high authority and dread | H |
| Large as a dome for Learning seems his head | H |
| And like Apollo's all beset with rays | K |
| Because his locks are so unkempt and red | H |
| And stand abroad in many several ways | K |
| No laurel crown he wears howbeit his cap is baize | K |
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| VIII | J |
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| And underneath a pair of shaggy brows | K |
| O'erhang as many eyes of gizzard hue | O |
| That inward giblet of a fowl which shows | K |
| A mongrel tint that is ne brown ne blue | O |
| His nose it is a coral to the view | O |
| Well nourish'd with Pierian Potheen | D |
| For much he loves his native mountain dew | O |
| But to depict the dye would lack I ween | D |
| A bottle red in terms as well as bottle green | D |
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| IX | K |
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| As for his coat 'tis such a jerkin short | H |
| As Spenser had ere he composed his Tales | K |
| But underneath he hath no vest nor aught | H |
| So that the wind his airy breast assails | K |
| Below he wears the nether garb of males | K |
| Of crimson plush but non plushed at the knee | D |
| Thence further down the native red prevails | K |
| Of his own naked fleecy hosierie | K |
| Two sandals without soles complete his cap a pie | J |
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| X | K |
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| Nathless for dignity he now doth lap | P |
| His function in a magisterial gown | D |
| That shows more countries in it than a map | P |
| Blue tinct and red and green and russet brown | D |
| Besides some blots standing for country town | D |
| And eke some rents for streams and rivers wide | H |
| But sometimes bashful when he looks adown | D |
| He turns the garment of the other side | H |
| Hopeful that so the holes may never be espied | H |
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| XI | D |
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| And soe he sits amidst the little pack | M |
| That look for shady or for sunny noon | D |
| Within his visage like an almanack | M |
| His quiet smile foretelling gracious boon | D |
| But when his mouth droops down like rainy moon | D |
| With horrid chill each little heart unwarms | D |
| Knowing that infant show'rs will follow soon | D |
| And with forebodings of near wrath and storms | D |
| They sit like timid hares all trembling on their forms | D |
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| XII | D |
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| Ah luckless wight who cannot then repeat | H |
| Corduroy Colloquy or Ki K Kod | H |
| Full soon his tears shall make his turfy seat | H |
| More sodden tho' already made of sod | H |
| For Dan shall whip him with the word of God | H |
| Severe by rule and not by nature mild | H |
| He never spoils the child and spares the rod | H |
| But spoils the rod and never spares the child | H |
| And soe with holy rule deems he is reconcil'd | H |
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| XIII | D |
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| But surely the just sky will never wink | M |
| At men who take delight in childish throe | K |
| And stripe the nether urchin like a pink | M |
| Or tender hyacinth inscribed with woe | F |
| Such bloody Pedagogues when they shall know | F |
| By useless birches that forlorn recess | D |
| Which is no holiday in Pit below | F |
| Will hell not seem design'd for their distress | D |
| A melancholy place that is all bottomlesse | D |
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| XIV | O |
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| Yet would the Muse not chide the wholesome use | D |
| Of needful discipline in due degree | K |
| Devoid of sway what wrongs will time produce | D |
| Whene'er the twig untrained grows up a tree | K |
| This shall a Carder that a Whiteboy be | K |
| Ferocious leaders of atrocious bands | D |
| And Learning's help be used for infamie | Q |
| By lawless clerks that with their bloody hands | D |
| In murder'd English write Rock's murderous commands | D |
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| XV | O |
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| But ah what shrilly cry doth now alarm | Q |
| The sooty fowls that dozed upon the beam | Q |
| All sudden fluttering from the brandish'd arm | Q |
| And cackling chorus with the human scream | Q |
| Meanwhile the scourge plies that unkindly seam | Q |
| In Phelim's brogues which bares his naked skin | D |
| Like traitor gap in warlike fort I deem | Q |
| That falsely lets the fierce besieger in | D |
| Nor seeks the Pedagogue by other course to win | D |
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| XVI | O |
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| No parent dear he hath to heed his cries | D |
| Alas his parent dear is far aloof | O |
| And deep in Seven Dial cellar lies | D |
| Killed by kind cudgel play or gin of proof | O |
| Or climbeth catwise on some London roof | O |
| Singing perchance a lay of Erin's Isle | R |
| Or whilst he labors weaves a fancy woof | O |
| Dreaming he sees his home his Phelim smile | R |
| Ah me that luckless imp who weepeth all the while | R |
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| XVII | O |
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| Ah who can paint that hard and heavy time | Q |
| When first the scholar lists in Learning's train | D |
| And mounts her rugged steep enforc'd to climb | Q |
| Like sooty imp by sharp posterior pain | D |
| From bloody twig and eke that Indian cane | D |
| Wherein alas no sugar'd juices dwell | S |
| For this the while one stripling's sluices drain | D |
| Another weepeth over chilblains fell | S |
| Always upon the heel yet never to be well | S |
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| XVIII | O |
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| Anon a third for his delicious root | H |
| Late ravish'd from his tooth by elder chit | H |
| So soon is human violence afoot | H |
| So hardly is the harmless biter bit | H |
| Meanwhile the tyrant with untimely wit | H |
| And mouthing face derides the small one's moan | D |
| Who all lamenting for his loss doth sit | H |
| Alack mischance comes seldomtimes alone | D |
| But aye the worried dog must rue more curs than one | D |
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| XIX | D |
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| For lo the Pedagogue with sudden drub | T |
| Smites his scald head that is already sore | K |
| Superfluous wound such is Misfortune's rub | T |
| Who straight makes answer with redoubled roar | K |
| And sheds salt tears twice faster than before | K |
| That still with backward fist he strives to dry | K |
| Washing with brackish moisture o'er and o'er | K |
| His muddy cheek that grows more foul thereby | K |
| Till all his rainy face looks grim as rainy sky | K |
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| XX | D |
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| So Dan by dint of noise obtains a peace | D |
| And with his natural untender knack | M |
| By new distress bids former grievance cease | D |
| Like tears dried up with rugged huckaback | M |
| That sets the mournful visage all awrack | M |
| Yet soon the childish countenance will shine | D |
| Even as thorough storms the soonest slack | M |
| For grief and beef in adverse ways incline | D |
| This keeps and that decays when duly soak'd in brine | D |
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| XXI | D |
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| Now all is hushed and with a look profound | H |
| The Dominie lays ope the learned page | U |
| So be it called although he doth expound | H |
| Without a book both Greek and Latin sage | U |
| Now telleth he of Rome's rude infant age | U |
| How Romulus was bred in savage wood | H |
| By wet nurse wolf devoid of wolfish rage | U |
| And laid foundation stone of walls of mud | H |
| But watered it alas with warm fraternal blood | H |
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| XXII | D |
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| Anon he turns to that Homeric war | K |
| How Troy was sieged like Londonderry town | D |
| And stout Achilles at his jaunting car | K |
| Dragged mighty Hector with a bloody crown | D |
| And eke the bard that sung of their renown | D |
| In garb of Greece most beggar like and torn | D |
| He paints with colly wand'ring up and down | D |
| Because at once in seven cities born | D |
| And so of parish rights was all his days forlorn | D |
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| XXIII | D |
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| Anon through old Mythology he goes | D |
| Of Gods defunct and all their pedigrees | D |
| But shuns their scandalous amours and shows | D |
| How Plato wise and clear ey'd Socrates | D |
| Confess'd not to those heathen hes and shes | D |
| But thro' the clouds of the Olympic cope | V |
| Beheld St Peter with his holy keys | D |
| And own'd their love was naught and bow'd to Pope | V |
| Whilst all their purblind race in Pagan mist did grope | V |
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| XXIV | O |
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| From such quaint themes he turns at last aside | H |
| To new philosophies that still are green | D |
| And shows what railroads have been track'd to guide | H |
| The wheels of great political machine | D |
| If English corn should grow abroad I ween | D |
| And gold be made of gold or paper sheet | H |
| How many pigs be born to each spalpeen | D |
| And ah how man shall thrive beyond his meat | H |
| With twenty souls alive to one square sod of peat | H |
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| XXV | O |
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| Here he makes end and all the fry of youth | W |
| That stood around with serious look intense | D |
| Close up again their gaping eyes and mouth | X |
| Which they had opened to his eloquence | D |
| As if their hearing were a threefold sense | D |
| But now the current of his words is done | D |
| And whether any fruits shall spring from thence | D |
| In future time with any mother's son | D |
| It is a thing God wot that can be told by none | D |
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| XXVI | O |
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| Now by the creeping shadows of the noon | D |
| The hour is come to lay aside their lore | K |
| The cheerful Pedagogue perceives it soon | D |
| And cries Begone unto the imps and four | K |
| Snatch their two hats and struggle for the door | K |
| Like ardent spirits vented from a cask | M |
| All blithe and boisterous but leave two more | K |
| With Reading made Uneasy for a task | M |
| To weep whilst all their mates in merry sunshine bask | M |
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| XXVII | O |
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| Like sportive Elfins on the verdant sod | H |
| With tender moss so sleekly overgrown | D |
| That doth not hurt but kiss the sole unshod | H |
| So soothly kind is Erin to her own | D |
| And one at Hare and Hound plays all alone | D |
| For Phelim's gone to tend his step dame's cow | M |
| Ah Phelim's step dame is a canker'd crone | D |
| Whilst other twain play at an Irish row | F |
| And with shillelah small break one another's brow | M |
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| XXVIII | O |
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| But careful Dominie with ceaseless thrift | H |
| Now changeth ferula for rural hoe | F |
| But first of all with tender hand doth shift | H |
| His college gown because of solar glow | F |
| And hangs it on a bush to scare the crow | F |
| Meanwhile he plants in earth the dappled bean | D |
| Or trains the young potatoes all a row | F |
| Or plucks the fragrant leek for pottage green | D |
| With that crisp curly herb call'd Kale in Aberdeen | D |
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| XXIX | D |
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| And so he wisely spends the fruitful hours | D |
| Linked each to each by labor like a bee | K |
| Or rules in Learning's hall or trims her bow'rs | D |
| Would there were many more such wights as he | K |
| To sway each capital academie | Q |
| Of Cam and Isis for alack at each | G |
| There dwells I wot some dronish Dominie | D |
| That does no garden work nor yet doth teach | G |
| But wears a floury head and talks in flow'ry speech | G |
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