The Reverend Micah Sowls Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAA BBCC DDEE FFGG HIJJ KKLL JJBB AACC MMAA NNMM JJEE AAOO PPAA BBQQ QQRR QQQQ SSQQ GGTT TTUU| The REVEREND MICAH SOWLS | A |
| He shouts and yells and howls | A |
| He screams he mouths he bumps | A |
| He foams he rants he thumps | A |
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| His armour he has buckled on to wage | B |
| The regulation war against the Stage | B |
| And warns his congregation all to shun | C |
| The Presence Chamber of the Evil One | C |
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| The subject's sad enough | D |
| To make him rant and puff | D |
| And fortunately too | E |
| His Bishop's in a pew | E |
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| So REVEREND MICAH claps on extra steam | F |
| His eyes are flashing with superior gleam | F |
| He is as energetic as can be | G |
| For there are fatter livings in that see | G |
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| The Bishop when it's o'er | H |
| Goes through the vestry door | I |
| Where MICAH very red | J |
| Is mopping of his head | J |
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| Pardon my Lord your SOWLS' excessive zeal | K |
| It is a theme on which I strongly feel | K |
| The sermon somebody had sent him down | L |
| From London at a charge of half a crown | L |
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| The Bishop bowed his head | J |
| And acquiescing said | J |
| I've heard your well meant rage | B |
| Against the Modern Stage | B |
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| A modern Theatre as I heard you say | A |
| Sows seeds of evil broadcast well it may | A |
| But let me ask you my respected son | C |
| Pray have you ever ventured into one | C |
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| My Lord said MICAH no | M |
| I never never go | M |
| What Go and see a play | A |
| My goodness gracious nay | A |
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| The worthy Bishop said My friend no doubt | N |
| The Stage may be the place you make it out | N |
| But if my REVEREND SOWLS you never go | M |
| I don't quite understand how you're to know | M |
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| Well really MICAH said | J |
| I've often heard and read | J |
| But never go do you | E |
| The Bishop said I do | E |
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| That proves me wrong said MICAH in a trice | A |
| I thought it all frivolity and vice | A |
| The Bishop handed him a printed card | O |
| Go to a theatre where they play our Bard | O |
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| The Bishop took his leave | P |
| Rejoicing in his sleeve | P |
| The next ensuing day | A |
| SOWLS went and heard a play | A |
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| He saw a dreary person on the stage | B |
| Who mouthed and mugged in simulated rage | B |
| Who growled and spluttered in a mode absurd | Q |
| And spoke an English SOWLS had never heard | Q |
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| For gaunt was spoken garnt | Q |
| And haunt transformed to harnt | Q |
| And wrath pronounced as rath | R |
| And death was changed to dath | R |
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| For hours and hours that dismal actor walked | Q |
| And talked and talked and talked and talked | Q |
| Till lethargy upon the parson crept | Q |
| And sleepy MICAH SOWLS serenely slept | Q |
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| He slept away until | S |
| The farce that closed the bill | S |
| Had warned him not to stay | Q |
| And then he went away | Q |
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| I thought MY gait ridiculous said he | G |
| MY elocution faulty as could be | G |
| I thought I mumbled on a matchless plan | T |
| I had not seen our great Tragedian | T |
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| Forgive me if you can | T |
| O great Tragedian | T |
| I own it with a sigh | U |
| You're drearier than I | U |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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