Grand Dinner Of Type And Co. A Poor Poet's Dream.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDCCDEEEEFEFGGHH IIJJEEKKLMNNCC OPQQRRSSTTSSUUVVWWWW XXYYSSZZQQA2A2B2B2WW C2D2| As I sate in my study lone and still | A |
| Thinking of Sergeant Talfourd's Bill | A |
| And the speech by Lawyer Sugden made | B |
| In spirit congenial for the Trade | B |
| Sudden I sunk to sleep and lo | C |
| Upon Fancy's reinless nightmare flitting | D |
| I found myself in a second or so | C |
| At the table of Messrs Type and Co | C |
| With a goodly group of diners sitting | D |
| All in the printing and publishing line | E |
| Drest I thought extremely fine | E |
| And sipping like lords their rosy wine | E |
| While I in a state near inanition | E |
| With coat that hadn't much nap to spare | F |
| Having just gone into its second edition | E |
| Was the only wretch of an author there | F |
| But think how great was my surprise | G |
| When I saw in casting round my eyes | G |
| That the dishes sent up by Type's she cooks | H |
| Bore all in appearance the shape of books | H |
| Large folios God knows where they got 'em | I |
| In these small times at top and bottom | I |
| And quartos such as the Press provides | J |
| For no one to read them down the sides | J |
| Then flasht a horrible thought on my brain | E |
| And I said to myself 'Tis all too plain | E |
| Like those well known in school quotations | K |
| Who ate up for dinner their own relations | K |
| I see now before me smoking here | L |
| The bodies and bones of my brethren dear | M |
| Bright sons of the lyric and epic Muse | N |
| All cut up in cutlets or hasht in stews | N |
| Their works a light thro' ages to go | C |
| Themselves eaten up by Type and Co | C |
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| While thus I moralized on they went | O |
| Finding the fare most excellent | P |
| And all so kindly brother to brother | Q |
| Helping the tidbits to each other | Q |
| A slice of Southey let me send you | R |
| This cut of Campbell I recommend you | R |
| And here my friends is a treat indeed | S |
| The immortal Wordsworth fricasseed | S |
| Thus having the cormorants fed some time | T |
| Upon joints of poetry all of the prime | T |
| With also as Type in a whisper averred it | S |
| Cold prose on the sideboard for such as preferred it | S |
| They rested awhile to recruit their force | U |
| Then pounced like kites on the second course | U |
| Which was singing birds merely Moore and others | V |
| Who all went the way of their larger brothers | V |
| And numerous now tho' such songsters be | W |
| 'Twas really quite distressing to see | W |
| A whole dishful of Toms Moore Dibdin Bayly | W |
| Bolted by Type and Co so gayly | W |
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| Nor was this the worst I shudder to think | X |
| What a scene was disclosed when they came to drink | X |
| The warriors of Odin as every one knows | Y |
| Used to drink out of skulls of slaughtered foes | Y |
| And Type's old port to my horror I found | S |
| Was in skulls of bards sent merrily round | S |
| And still as each well filled cranium came | Z |
| A health was pledged to its owner's name | Z |
| While Type said slyly midst general laughter | Q |
| We eat them up first then drink to them after | Q |
| There was no standing this incensed I broke | A2 |
| From my bonds of sleep and indignant woke | A2 |
| Exclaiming Oh shades of other times | B2 |
| Whose voices still sound like deathless chimes | B2 |
| Could you e'er have foretold a day would be | W |
| When a dreamer of dreams should live to see | W |
| A party of sleek and honest John Bulls | C2 |
| Hobnobbing each other in poets' skulls | D2 |
Thomas Moore
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