Swift exaggerates a very simple, every day event, making it
into a horrendous storm. A simple city shower turned into a hurricane, an epic
event. He describes the coming storm as “the South, rising with dabbled wings,
a sable cloud athwart the welkin flings, that swilled more liquor than it could
contain,” (13-15), making the shower seem ominous and swiftly coming on its
way. He even invokes the Gods in line 21, “You fly, invoke the gods” to try and
intervene. When Swift mentions the Tories and Whigs running into the salons to
escape the storm he also compares it to the fall of Troy and the Trojan horse
in lines 47-50. This comparison shows that the politicians were not to be
trusted, they were deceitful and would “run them through” if it was to their
advantage. The last triplet is a very neoclassic form and is meant to draw
attention to the three lines. They describe all the filth that is “tumbling down the flood” (63), to
aristocratic readers this would have been offensive in a way. They were reading
about “dung, guts and blood” (61), which are all extremely base and lowly, not
what the nobles would be used to reading about. Swift does a fantastic job of
poking fun at the aristocrats and their need to dramatize everything as well as
showing the deceit of the politicians of the time.
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