To the Dean of St. Patrick's in Answer to His Left-Handed Letter

Jonathan Swift (1667–1745) · 1710–1745

iambic tetrameter · rhyming couplets · 42 lines · from Poems, Volume II

Since your poetic prancer is turn'd into Cancer,I'll tell you at once, sir, I'm now not your man, sir;For pray, sir, what pleasure in fighting is foundWith a coward, who studies to traverse his ground?When I drew forth my pen, with your pen you ran back;But I found out the way to your den by its track:From thence the black monster I drew, o' my conscience,And so brought to light what before was stark nonsense.When I with my right hand did stoutly pursue,You turn'd to your left, and you writ like a Jew;Which, good Mister Dean, I can't think so fair,Therefore turn about to the right, as you were;Then if with true courage your ground you maintain,My fame is immortal, when Jonathan's slain:Who's greater by far than great Alexander,As much as a teal surpasses a gander;As much as a game-cock’s excell'd by a sparrow;As much as a coach is below a wheelbarrow:As much and much more as the most handsome manOf all the whole world is exceeded by Dan.

Oft have I been by poets told,That, poor Jonathan, thou grow'st old.Alas, thy numbers failing all,Poor Jonathan, how they do fall!Thy rhymes, which whilom made thy pride swell,Now jingle like a rusty bridle:Thy verse, which ran both smooth and sweet,Now limp upon their gouty feet:Thy thoughts, which were the true sublime,Are humbled by the tyrant, Time:Alas! what cannot Time subdue?Time has reduced my wine and you;Emptied my casks, and clipp'd your wings,Disabled both in our main springs;So that of late we two are grownThe jest and scorn of all the town.But yet, if my advice be ta'en,We two may be as great again;I'll send you wings, you send me wine;Then you will fly, and I shall shine.

How does Melpy like this? I think I have vex'd her;Little did she know, I was ambidexter.

Words in this poem

prancer n.
A horse which prances.
conscience n.
Knowledge of one's own thoughts or actions; consciousness. [F. conscience, fr. L. conscientia, fr. consciens, p.pr. of conscire to know, to be conscious; con- + scire to know. See Science.]
stark adv.
Wholly; entirely; absolutely; quite; as, stark mind.
stoutly adv.
In a stout manner; lustily; boldly; obstinately; as, he stoutly defended himself.
mister n.
A trade, art, or occupation. [OF. mistier trade, office, ministry, need, F. métier trade, fr. L. ministerium service, office, ministry. See Ministry, Mystery trade.]
teal n.
Any one of several species of small fresh-water ducks of the genus Anas and the subgenera Querquedula and Nettion. The male is handsomely colored, and has a bright green or blue speculum on the wings. [OE. tele; akin to D. teling a generation, production, teal, telen to breed, produce, and E. till to cultivate. The English word probably once meant, a brood or ]
gander n.
The male of any species of goose. [AS. gandra, ganra, akin to Prov. G. gander, ganter, and E. goose, gannet. See Goose.]
wheelbarrow n.
A light vehicle for conveying small loads. It has two handles and one wheel, and is rolled by a single person.
whilom adv.
Formerly; once; of old; erewhile; at times. [AS. hwilum, properly, at times, dative pl. of hwil; akin to G. weiland formerly, OHG. hwilm, See While, n.]
jingle v. i.
To sound with a fine, sharp, rattling, clinking, or tinkling sound; as, sleigh bells jingle. [OE. gingelen, ginglen; prob. akin to E. chink; cf. also E. jangle.]
jest n.
A deed; an action; a gest. [OE. jeste, geste, deed, action, story, tale, OF. geste, LL. gesta, orig., exploits, neut. pl. from L. gestus, p. p. of gerere to bear, carry, accomplish, perfor]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
ambidexter a.
Using both hands with equal ease. Smollett. [LL., fr. L. ambo both + dexter right, dextra (sc. manus) the right hand.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

To the Dean of St. Patrick's in Answer to His Left-Handed Letter is 42 lines in 3 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 67% of the lines. 91% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.8 syllables. 9 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 7% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -ABBCC--DD-AEEFFGGHH cancer · sirA · foundB · groundB · backC · trackC · conscience · nonsense · pursueD · jewD · fair · wereA · maintainE · slainE · alexanderF · ganderF · sparrowG · wheelbarrowG · manH · danH
  2. 2 AABB-BCCDDEEFF----GG toldA · oldA · allB · fallB · swell · bridleB · sweetC · feetC · sublimeD · timeD · subdueE · youE · wingsF · springsF · grown · town · ta'en · again · wineG · shineG
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Since your poetic prancer is turn'd into Cancer,13··˘/˘/˘····/˘
I'll tell you at once, sir, I'm now not your man, sir;12············
For pray, sir, what pleasure in fighting is found11····/˘·/˘··
With a coward, who studies to traverse his ground?11··/·/˘·˘/··
When I drew forth my pen, with your pen you ran back;12············
But I found out the way to your den by its track:12············
From thence the black monster I drew, o' my conscience,12····/˘····/˘
And so brought to light what before was stark nonsense.12··········/˘
When I with my right hand did stoutly pursue,11·······/˘˘/
You turn'd to your left, and you writ like a Jew;11···········
Which, good Mister Dean, I can't think so fair,10··/˘······
Therefore turn about to the right, as you were;11···········
Then if with true courage your ground you maintain,11····/˘···˘/
My fame is immortal, when Jonathan's slain:10···˘/˘·/˘·
Who's greater by far than great Alexander,11·/˘·····˘/˘
As much as a teal surpasses a gander;11·····˘/˘·/˘
As much as a game-cock’s excell'd by a sparrow;12······˘/··/˘
As much as a coach is below a wheelbarrow:12·········/·˘
As much and much more as the most handsome man11········/˘·
Of all the whole world is exceeded by Dan.11······˘/˘··
Oft have I been by poets told,8·····/˘·
That, poor Jonathan, thou grow'st old.8··/˘˘···
Alas, thy numbers failing all,8˘/·/˘/˘·
Poor Jonathan, how they do fall!8·/˘˘····
Thy rhymes, which whilom made thy pride swell,9···/˘····
Now jingle like a rusty bridle:9·/˘··/˘/˘
Thy verse, which ran both smooth and sweet,8········
Now limp upon their gouty feet:8·····/˘·
Thy thoughts, which were the true sublime,8······˘/
Are humbled by the tyrant, Time:8·/˘··/˘·
Alas! what cannot Time subdue?8˘/·/˘·˘/
Time has reduced my wine and you;8··˘/····
Emptied my casks, and clipp'd your wings,8/˘······
Disabled both in our main springs;8˘/˘··/··
So that of late we two are grown8········
The jest and scorn of all the town.8········
But yet, if my advice be ta'en,8····˘/··
We two may be as great again;8······˘/
I'll send you wings, you send me wine;8········
Then you will fly, and I shall shine.8········
How does Melpy like this? I think I have vex'd her;12············
Little did she know, I was ambidexter.11/˘·····/˘˘˘

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