The Cock-fighter's Garland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEFFE GGHIIH JKLMML NNOPPO QQRSSR JJTHHT UUNVWN XXOYYO ZZA2OOA2 OOB2C2C2B2 OOOOOO D2D2E2AAE2

Muse hide his name of whom I singA
Lest his surviving house thou bringA
For his sake into scornB
Nor speak the school from which he drewC
The much or little that he knewC
Nor place where he was bornB
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That such a man once was may seemD
Worthy of record if the themeD
Perchance may credit winE
For proof to man what man may proveF
If grace depart and demons moveF
The source of guilt withinE
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This man for since the howling wildG
Disclaims him man he must be styledG
Wanted no good belowH
Gentle he was if gentle birthI
Could make him such and he had worthI
If wealth can worth bestowH
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In social talk and ready jestJ
He shone superior at the feastK
And qualities of mindL
Illustrious in the eyes of thoseM
Whose gay society he choseM
Possessed of every kindL
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Methinks I see him powdered redN
With bushy locks his well dressed headN
Winged broad on either sideO
The mossy rose bud not so sweetP
His steeds superb his carriage neatP
As luxury could provideO
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Can such be cruel Such can beQ
Cruel as hell and so was heQ
A tyrant entertainedR
With barbarous sports whose fell delightS
Was to encourage mortal fightS
'Twixt birds to battle trainedR
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One feathered champion he possessedJ
His darling far beyond the restJ
Which never knew disgraceT
Nor e'er had fought but he made flowH
The life blood of his fiercest foeH
The Caesar of his raceT
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It chanced at last when on a dayU
He pushed him to the desperate frayU
His courage drooped he fledN
The master stormed the prize was lostV
And instant frantic at the costW
He doomed his favourite deadN
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He seized him fast and from the pitX
Flew to the kitchen snatched the spitX
And bring me cord he criedO
The cord was brought and at his wordY
To that dire implement the birdY
Alive and struggling tiedO
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The horrid sequel asks a veilZ
And all the terrors of the taleZ
That can be shall be sunkA2
Led by the sufferer's screams arightO
His shocked companions view the sightO
And him with fury drunkA2
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All suppliant beg a milder fateO
For the old warrior at the grateO
He deaf to pity's callB2
Whirled round him rapid as a wheelC2
His culinary club of steelC2
Death menacing on allB2
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But vengeance hung not far remoteO
For while he stretched his clamorous throatO
And heaven and earth defiedO
Big with a curse too closely pentO
That struggled vainly for a ventO
He tottered reeled and diedO
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'Tis not for us with rash surmiseD2
To point the judgements of the skiesD2
But judgements plain as thisE2
That sent for a man's instruction bringA
A written label on their wingA
'Tis hard to read amissE2

William Cowper



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