Sir Macklin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF HIHI JHJH KFKF LF LM NDND OHOH HIHI LPLP HIHI LPLP QRQR QQQQ QDQD

Of all the youths I ever sawA
None were so wicked vain or sillyB
So lost to shame and Sabbath lawA
As worldly TOM and BOB and BILLYB
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For every Sabbath day they walkedC
Such was their gay and thoughtless natureD
In parks or gardens where they talkedC
From three to six or even laterD
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SIR MACKLIN was a priest severeE
In conduct and in conversationF
It did a sinner good to hearG
Him deal in ratiocinationF
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He could in every action showH
Some sin and nobody could doubt himI
He argued high he argued lowH
He also argued round about himI
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He wept to think each thoughtless youthJ
Contained of wickedness a skinfulH
And burnt to teach the awful truthJ
That walking out on Sunday's sinfulH
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Oh youths said he I grieve to findK
The course of life you've been and hit onF
Sit down said he and never mindK
The pennies for the chairs you sit onF
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My opening head is 'Kensington '-
How walking there the sinner hardensL
Which when I have enlarged uponF
I go to 'Secondly' its 'Gardens '-
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My 'Thirdly' comprehendeth 'Hyde '-
Of Secresy the guilts and shamesesL
My 'Fourthly' 'Park' its verdure wideM
My 'Fifthly' comprehends 'St James's '-
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That matter settled I shall reachN
The 'Sixthly' in my solemn tetherD
And show that what is true of eachN
Is also true of all togetherD
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Then I shall demonstrate to youO
According to the rules of WHATELYH
That what is true of all is trueO
Of each considered separatelyH
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In lavish stream his accents flowH
TOM BOB and BILLY dare not flout himI
He argued high he argued lowH
He also argued round about himI
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Ha ha he said you loathe your waysL
You writhe at these my words of warningP
In agony your hands you raiseL
And so they did for they were yawningP
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To Twenty firstly on they goH
The lads do not attempt to scout himI
He argued high he argued lowH
He also argued round about himI
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Ho ho he cries you bow your crestsL
My eloquence has set you weepingP
In shame you bend upon your breastsL
And so they did for they were sleepingP
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He proved them this he proved them thatQ
This good but wearisome asceticR
He jumped and thumped upon his hatQ
He was so very energeticR
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His Bishop at this moment chancedQ
To pass and found the road encumberedQ
He noticed how the Churchman dancedQ
And how his congregation slumberedQ
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The hundred and eleventh headQ
The priest completed of his strictureD
Oh bosh the worthy Bishop saidQ
And walked him off as in the pictureD

William Schwenck Gilbert



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