Blue And Buff Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEEDDFF GGHHIIJJDD DDKKDDLLDDJMIN ODDDAAOOAAMMKK PQOO DDDDDDRRDD

Come sportive Muse with plume satiricA
Describe each lawless bold empiricA
Who with the Blue and Buffs' sad crewB
Now stripp'd in buff shall look so blueB
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First paint L d H w k boisterous roughC
Dealer in wholesale quack'ry stuffC
Who far beyond famed KatterfeltD
Prescribed what ne'er was seen or feltD
Left Law and Reason in the lurchE
To mould the Senate twist the ChurchE
But wand'ring once from Downing streetD
Great Buckingham's old dome to greetD
With grand Catholiconian pillF
Was lost on Constitution hillF
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Next W dh m metaphysic elfG
Who all things knows except himselfG
Three tedious hours who raves and talksH
Of all that in his cranium stalksH
Whose regular ideas fearI
Militia much more VolunteerI
A wild inapplicable geniusJ
Scarce versed in policy's qu genusJ
In syntax yet more scantly readD
Without one concord in his headD
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Now Muse direct the shaft of witD
Where little P tty apes great PittD
This year in woe begone orationK
To Britons paints a bankrupt nationK
Resources all dilapidateD
Taxation at extremest fateD
Whilst next this little great small manL
Heigh presto pass by one bold planL
Restores you all to peace and plentyD
The deuce is in't won't this content yeD
With necromantic rod of MosesJ
A twig cut from a bush of rosesM
To ease at once your ev'ry fearI
Turns bear to bull and bull to bearN
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Nor miss dear Muse to gild my taleO
The gallant E rl of L d eD
Who late to Paris post was sent toD
Become the dupe of BeneventoD
Hush'd to soft sleep like Baby BuntingA
Whilst Fap the Great went out a huntingA
Or was it say thou bonny chielO
Thy ardent love for Britain's wealO
That led thy steps a peep to takeA
At thy great territorial stakeA
The purchase of thine assignatsM
Thy Corso Gallican contratsM
At once th' opprobrium and solutionK
Of all thy love for revolutionK
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The Muse recoils as something shock'd herP
To charge with harm the harmless D ct rQ
When una voce all allowO
He would do right if he knew howO
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But if amongst this motely crewD
One man of real parts we viewD
With mind for highest station fitD
The colleague friend yet foe of PittD
He to whose merits all men grantedD
That Pitt's last list one great name wantedD
He who with every talent shoneR
Except consistency aloneR
We smile if such a man there beD
But weep if Grenville should be heD

George Canning



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