The English Revolution Of 1848 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIJBBKK LMNOBBBBPPPPQQRRQQBB SSTTBBQIQ

HO ye that nothing have to lose ho rouse ye one and allA
Come from the sinks of the New Cut the purlieus of VauxhallA
Did ye not hear the mighty sound boom by ye as it wentB
The Seven Dials strike the hour of man's enfranchisementB
Ho cock your eyes my gallant pals and swing your heavy stavesC
Remember Kings and Queens being out the great cards will be KnavesC
And when the pack is ours oh then at what a slapping paceD
Shall the tens be trodden down to five and the fives kicked down to aceD
It was but yesterday the Times and Post and TelegraphE
Told how from France King Louy Phil was shaken out like chaffE
To morrow boys the National the Si cle and the D batsF
Shall have to tell the self same tale of La Reine VictoriaG
What shall our incomes we've not got be taxed by puny JohnH
Shall the policeman keep Time back by bidding us move onH
Shall we too follow in the steps of that poor sneak CochraneI
Shall it be said They came they saw and bolted back againJ
Not so albeit great men have been among us and are floor'dB
Frost Williams Jones and other ones who now reside abroadB
Among the master spirits of the age there still are thoseK
Who'll pick up fame even though when smelt it makes men hold the noseK
What ho there clear the way make room for him the fly and wiseL
Who wrote in mystic grammar about London's MysteriesM
For him who takes a proud delight to wallow in our kennelsN
For Mr A B C D E F G M W ReynoldsO
Come hoist him up his pockets will afford convenient holdB
To grab him by and if inside there silver is or goldB
And should it be found sticking to our hands when they're drawn outB
Why 'twere a chance not fair to say ill natured things aboutB
Silence Hear hear He says that we're the sovereign people weP
And now And now he states the fact that one and one make threeP
Now he makes casual mention of a certain MiscellanyP
He says that he's the editor He says it costs a pennyP
O thou great Spirit of the World shall not the lofty thingsQ
He saith be borne unto all time for noble lessoningsQ
Shall not our sons tell to their sons what we could do and dareR
In this the great year Forty eight and in Trafalgar SquareR
Swathed in foul wood yon column stood 'mid London's thousand martsQ
And at their wine Committeemen grinned as they drank The ArtsQ
But our good flint stones have bowled down each poster hidden boardB
And from their hoarded malice our strong hands have stript the hoardB
Yon column is a prouder thing than C sar's triumph archS
It shall be called The Column of the Glorious Days of MarchS
And stonemasons' apprentices shall grow rich men therewithT
By contract chiselling the names of Jones and Brown and SmithT
Upon what point of London say shall our next vengeance burstB
Shall the Exchange or Parliament be immolated firstB
Which of the Squares shall we burn down which of the PalacesQ
The speaker is nailed by a policemanI
Oh please sir don't It isn't me It's him Oh don't sir pleaseQ

Dante Gabriel Rossetti



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