The Vicar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGHIHI JKJKLMLM NONPQMQM RSRTUVUV WMWMUKUK BTXTBYBY HTHTZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2D2C2D2C2 DPDPE2MBM BTBTF2G2F2C H2BH2BI2BI2B J2CK2CCL2CK| SOME years ago ere time and taste | A |
| Had turn d our parish topsy turvy | B |
| When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste | A |
| And roads as little known as scurvy | B |
| The man who lost his way between | C |
| St Mary s Hill and Sandy Thicket | D |
| Was always shown across the green | C |
| And guided to the parson s wicket | E |
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| Back flew the bolt of lissom lath | F |
| Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle | G |
| Led the lorn traveller up the path | F |
| Through clean clipp d rows of box and myrtle | G |
| And Don and Sancho Tramp and Tray | H |
| Upon the parlor steps collected | I |
| Wagg d all their tails and seem d to say | H |
| Our master knows you you re expected | I |
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| Up rose the reverend Doctor Brown | J |
| Up rose the doctor s winsome marrow | K |
| The lady laid her knitting down | J |
| Her husband clasp d his ponderous Barrow | K |
| Whate er the stranger s caste or creed | L |
| Pundit or papist saint or sinner | M |
| He found a stable for his steed | L |
| And welcome for himself and dinner | M |
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| If when he reach d his journey s end | N |
| And warm d himself in court or college | O |
| He had not gain d an honest friend | N |
| And twenty curious scraps of knowledge | P |
| If he departed as he came | Q |
| With no new light on love or liquor | M |
| Good sooth the traveller was to blame | Q |
| And not the vicarage nor the vicar | M |
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| His talk was like a stream which runs | R |
| With rapid change from rocks to roses | S |
| It slipp d from politics to puns | R |
| It pass d from Mahomet to Moses | T |
| Beginning with the laws which keep | U |
| The planets in their radiant courses | V |
| And ending with some precept deep | U |
| For dressing eels or shoeing horses | V |
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| He was a shrewd and sound divine | W |
| Of loud dissent the mortal terror | M |
| And when by dint of page and line | W |
| He stablish d truth or startled error | M |
| The Baptist found him far too deep | U |
| The Deist sigh d with saving sorrow | K |
| And the lean Levite went to sleep | U |
| And dream d of tasting pork to morrow | K |
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| His sermon never said or show d | B |
| That earth is foul that heaven is gracious | T |
| Without refreshment on the road | X |
| From Jerome or from Athanasius | T |
| And sure a righteous zeal inspir d | B |
| The hand and head that penn d and plann d them | Y |
| For all who understood admir d | B |
| And some who did not understand them | Y |
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| He wrote too in a quiet way | H |
| Small treatises and smaller verses | T |
| And sage remarks on chalk and clay | H |
| And hints to noble lords and nurses | T |
| True histories of last year s ghost | Z |
| Lines to a ringlet or a turban | A2 |
| And trifles to the Morning Post | Z |
| And nothings for Sylvanus Urban | A2 |
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| He did not think all mischief fair | B2 |
| Although he had a knack of joking | C2 |
| He did not make himself a bear | B2 |
| Although he had a taste for smoking | C2 |
| And when religious sects ran mad | D2 |
| He held in spite of all his learning | C2 |
| That if a man s belief is bad | D2 |
| It will not be improv d by burning | C2 |
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| And he was king and lov d to sit | D |
| In the low hut or garnish d cottage | P |
| And praise the farmer s homely wit | D |
| And share the widow s homelier pottage | P |
| At his approach complaint grew mild | E2 |
| And when his hand unbarr d the shutter | M |
| The clammy lips of fever smil d | B |
| The welcome which they could not utter | M |
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| He always had a tale for me | B |
| Of Julius C sar or of Venus | T |
| From him I learn d the rule of three | B |
| Cat s cradle leap frog and Qu genus | T |
| I used to singe his powder d wig | F2 |
| To steal the staff he put such trust in | G2 |
| And make the puppy dance a jig | F2 |
| When he began to quote Augustine | C |
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| Alack the change In vain I look | H2 |
| For haunts in which my boyhood trifled | B |
| The level lawn the trickling brook | H2 |
| The trees I climb d the beds I rifled | B |
| The church is larger than before | I2 |
| You reach it by a carriage entry | B |
| It holds three hundred people more | I2 |
| And pews are fitted for the gentry | B |
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| Sit in the vicar s seat you ll hear | J2 |
| The doctrine of a gentle Johnian | C |
| Whose hand is white whose voice is clear | K2 |
| Whose tone is very Ciceronian | C |
| Where is the old man laid Look down | C |
| And construe on the slab before you | L2 |
| Hic jacet Gulielmus Brown | C |
| Vir null non donandus lauro | K |
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