Everyday Characters I - The Vicar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGHIH JKJKLMLM NONPQMQM RSRTUVUV WMWMUKUK XTXTYZYZ HTHTA2B2A2B2 C2D2C2D2E2D2E2D2 DPDPF2MF2M BTBTG2H2G2C I2F2I2F2J2BJ2B K2CL2CCM2C

Some years ago ere time and tasteA
Had turned our parish topsy turvyB
When Darnel Park was Darnel WasteA
And roads as little known as scurvyB
The man who lost his way betweenC
St Mary's Hill and Sandy ThicketD
Was always shown across the greenC
And guided to the Parson's wicketE
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Back flew the bolt of lissom lathF
Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtleG
Led the lorn traveller up the pathF
Through clean clipt rows of box and myrtleG
And Don and Sancho Tramp and TrayH
Upon the parlour steps collectedI
Wagged all their tails and seemed to sayH
'Our master knows you you're expected '-
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Uprose the Reverend Dr BrownJ
Uprose the Doctor's winsome marrowK
The lady laid her knitting downJ
Her husband clasped his ponderous BarrowK
Whate'er the strangers caste or creedL
Pundit or Papist saint or sinnerM
He found a stable for his steedL
And welcome for himself and dinnerM
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If when he reached his journey's endN
And warmed himself in Court or CollegeO
He had not gained an honest friendN
And twenty curious scraps of knowledgeP
If he departed as he cameQ
With no new light on love or liquorM
Good sooth the traveller was to blameQ
And not the Vicarage nor the VicarM
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His talk was like a stream which runsR
With rapid change from rocks to rosesS
It slipped from politics to punsR
It passed from Mahomet to MosesT
Beginning with the laws which keepU
The planets in their radiant coursesV
And ending with some precept deepU
For dressing eels or shoeing horsesV
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He was a shrewd and sound DivineW
Of loud Dissent the mortal terrorM
And when by dint of page and lineW
He 'stablished Truth or startled ErrorM
The Baptist found him far too deepU
The Deist sighed with saving sorrowK
And the lean Levite went to sleepU
And dreamed of tasting pork to morrowK
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His sermon never said or showedX
That Earth is foul that Heaven is graciousT
Without refreshment on the roadX
From Jerome or from AthanasiusT
And sure a righteous zeal inspiredY
The hand and head that penned and planned themZ
For all who understood admiredY
And some who did not understand themZ
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He wrote too in a quiet wayH
Small treatises and smaller versesT
And sage remarks on chalk and clayH
And hints to noble lords and nursesT
True histories of last year's ghostA2
Lines to a ringlet or a turbanB2
And trifles for the Morning PostA2
And nothings for Sylvanus UrbanB2
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He did not think all mischief fairC2
Although he had a knack of jokingD2
He did not make himself a bearC2
Although he had a taste for smokingD2
And when religious sects ran madE2
He held in spite of all his learningD2
That if a man's belief is badE2
It will not be improved by burningD2
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And he was kind and loved to sitD
In the low hut or garnished cottageP
And praise the farmer's homely witD
And share the widow's homelier pottageP
At his approach complaint grew mildF2
And when his hand unbarred the shutterM
The clammy lips of fever smiledF2
The welcome which they could not utterM
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He always had a tale for meB
Of Julius C sar or of VenusT
From him I learnt the rule of threeB
Cat's cradle leap frog and Quae genusT
I used to singe his powdered wigG2
To steal the staff he put such trust inH2
And make the puppy dance a jigG2
When he began to quote AugustineC
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Alack the change in vain I lookI2
For haunts in which my boyhood trifledF2
The level lawn the trickling brookI2
The trees I climbed the beds I rifledF2
The church is larger than beforeJ2
You reach it by a carriage entryB
It holds three hundred people moreJ2
And pews are fitted up for gentryB
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Sit in the Vicar's seat you'll hearK2
The doctrine of a gentle JohnianC
Whose hand is white whose tone is clearL2
Whose phrase is very CiceronianC
Where is the old man laid look downC
And construe on the slab before youM2
'Hic jacet GVLIELMVS BROWNC
Vir nulla non donandus lauru '-

Winthrop Mackworth Praed



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