The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale - Unfinished. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| In midmost Ind beside Hydaspes cool | B |
| There stood or hover'd tremulous in the air | C |
| A faery city 'neath the potent rule | B |
| Of Emperor Elfinan fam'd ev'rywhere | C |
| For love of mortal women maidens fair | C |
| Whose lips were solid whose soft hands were made | D |
| Of a fit mould and beauty ripe and rare | C |
| To tamper his slight wooing warm yet staid | D |
| He lov'd girls smooth as shades but hated a mere shade | D |
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| II | A |
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| This was a crime forbidden by the law | E |
| And all the priesthood of his city wept | F |
| For ruin and dismay they well foresaw | E |
| If impious prince no bound or limit kept | F |
| And faery Zendervester overstept | F |
| They wept he sin'd and still he would sin on | G |
| They dreamt of sin and he sin'd while they slept | F |
| In vain the pulpit thunder'd at the throne | H |
| Caricature was vain and vain the tart lampoon | I |
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| III | A |
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| Which seeing his high court of parliament | F |
| Laid a remonstrance at his Highness' feet | F |
| Praying his royal senses to content | F |
| Themselves with what in faery land was sweet | F |
| Befitting best that shade with shade should meet | F |
| Whereat to calm their fears he promis'd soon | I |
| From mortal tempters all to make retreat | F |
| Aye even on the first of the new moon | I |
| An immaterial wife to espouse as heaven's boon | I |
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| IV | J |
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| Meantime he sent a fluttering embassy | K |
| To Pigmio of Imaus sovereign | L |
| To half beg and half demand respectfully | K |
| The hand of his fair daughter Bellanaine | L |
| An audience had and speeching done they gain | L |
| Their point and bring the weeping bride away | M |
| Whom with but one attendant safely lain | L |
| Upon their wings they bore in bright array | M |
| While little harps were touch'd by many a lyric fay | M |
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| V | K |
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| As in old pictures tender cherubim | N |
| A child's soul thro' the sapphir'd canvas bear | C |
| So thro' a real heaven on they swim | N |
| With the sweet princess on her plumag'd lair | C |
| Speed giving to the winds her lustrous hair | C |
| And so she journey'd sleeping or awake | O |
| Save when for healthful exercise and air | C |
| She chose to promener l'aile or take | O |
| A pigeon's somerset for sport or change's sake | O |
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| VI | J |
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| Dear Princess do not whisper me so loud | F |
| Quoth Corallina nurse and confidant | F |
| Do not you see there lurking in a cloud | F |
| Close at your back that sly old Crafticant | F |
| He hears a whisper plainer than a rant | F |
| Dry up your tears and do not look so blue | P |
| He's Elfinan's great state spy militant | F |
| His running lying flying foot man too | P |
| Dear mistress let him have no handle against you | P |
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| VII | J |
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| Show him a mouse's tail and he will guess | Q |
| With metaphysic swiftness at the mouse | R |
| Show him a garden and with speed no less | Q |
| He'll surmise sagely of a dwelling house | R |
| And plot in the same minute how to chouse | R |
| The owner out of it show him a Peace | R |
| Peace nor contrive thy mistress' ire to rouse | R |
| Return'd the Princess my tongue shall not cease | R |
| Till from this hated match I get a free release | R |
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| VIII | J |
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| Ah beauteous mortal Hush quoth Coralline | L |
| Really you must not talk of him indeed | F |
| You hush reply'd the mistress with a shinee | L |
| Of anger in her eyes enough to breed | F |
| In stouter hearts than nurse's fear and dread | F |
| 'Twas not the glance itself made nursey flinch | S |
| But of its threat she took the utmost heed | F |
| Not liking in her heart an hour long pinch | S |
| Or a sharp needle run into her back an inch | S |
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| IX | R |
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| So she was silenc'd and fair Bellanaine | L |
| Writhing her little body with ennui | L |
| Continued to lament and to complain | L |
| That Fate cross purposing should let her be | L |
| Ravish'd away far from her dear countree | C |
| That all her feelings should be set at nought | F |
| In trumping up this match so hastily | L |
| With lowland blood and lowland blood she thought | F |
| Poison as every staunch true born Imaian ought | F |
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| X | R |
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| Sorely she griev'd and wetted three or four | C |
| White Provence rose leaves with her faery tears | R |
| But not for this cause alas she had more | C |
| Bad reasons for her sorrow as appears | R |
| In the fam'd memoirs of a thousand years | R |
| Written by Crafticant and published | F |
| By Parpaglion and Co those sly compeers | R |
| Who rak'd up ev'ry fact against the dead | F |
| In Scarab Street Panthea at the Jubal's Head | F |
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| XI | R |
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| Where after a long hypercritic howl | T |
| Against the vicious manners of the age | U |
| He goes on to expose with heart and soul | V |
| What vice in this or that year was the rage | U |
| Backbiting all the world in every page | U |
| With special strictures on the horrid crime | N |
| Section'd and subsection'd with learning sage | U |
| Of faeries stooping on their wings sublime | N |
| To kiss a mortal's lips when such were in their prime | N |
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| XII | R |
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| Turn to the copious index you will find | F |
| Somewhere in the column headed letter B | R |
| The name of Bellanaine if you're not blind | F |
| Then pray refer to the text and you will see | R |
| An article made up of calumny | R |
| Against this highland princess rating her | C |
| For giving way so over fashionably | R |
| To this new fangled vice which seems a burr | C |
| Stuck in his moral throat no coughing e'er could stir | C |
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| XIII | R |
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| There he says plainly that she lov'd a man | L |
| That she around him flutter'd flirted toy'd | F |
| Before her marriage with great Elfinan | L |
| That after marriage too she never joy'd | F |
| In husband's company but still employ'd | F |
| Her wits to 'scape away to Angle land | F |
| Where liv'd the youth who worried and annoy'd | F |
| Her tender heart and its warm ardours fann'd | F |
| To such a dreadful blaze her side would scorch her hand | F |
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| XIV | J |
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| But let us leave this idle tittle tattle | W |
| To waiting maids and bed room coteries | R |
| Nor till fit time against her fame wage battle | W |
| Poor Elfinan is very ill at ease | R |
| Let us resume his subject if you please | R |
| For it may comfort and console him much | X |
| To rhyme and syllable his miseries | R |
| Poor Elfinan whose cruel fate was such | X |
| He sat and curs'd a bride he knew he could not touch | X |
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| XV | J |
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| Soon as according to his promises | R |
| The bridal embassy had taken wing | Y |
| And vanish'd bird like o'er the suburb trees | R |
| The Emperor empierc'd with the sharp sting | Y |
| Of love retired vex'd and murmuring | Y |
| Like any drone shut from the fair bee queen | L |
| Into his cabinet and there did fling | Y |
| His limbs upon a sofa full of spleen | L |
| And damn'd his House of Commons in complete chagrin | L |
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| XVI | J |
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| I'll trounce some of the members cry'd the Prince | R |
| I'll put a mark against some rebel names | R |
| I'll make the Opposition benches wince | R |
| I'll show them very soon to all their shames | R |
| What 'tis to smother up a Prince's flames | R |
| That ministers should join in it I own | L |
| Surprises me they too at these high games | R |
| Am I an Emperor Do I wear a crown | L |
| Imperial Elfinan go hang thyself or drown | L |
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| XVII | J |
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| I'll trounce 'em there's the square cut chancellor | C |
| His son shall never touch that bishopric | Y |
| And for the nephew of old Palfior | C |
| I'll show him that his speeches made me sick | Y |
| And give the colonelcy to Phalaric | Y |
| The tiptoe marquis mortal and gallant | F |
| Shall lodge in shabby taverns upon tick | Y |
| And for the Speaker's second cousin's aunt | F |
| She sha'n't be maid of honour by heaven that she sha'n't | F |
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| XVIII | J |
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| I'll shirk the Duke of A I'll cut his brother | C |
| I'll give no garter to his eldest son | L |
| I won't speak to his sister or his mother | C |
| The Viscount B shall live at cut and run | L |
| But how in the world can I contrive to stun | L |
| That fellow's voice which plagues me worse than any | F |
| That stubborn fool that impudent state dun | L |
| Who sets down ev'ry sovereign as a zany | F |
| That vulgar commoner Esquire Biancopany | F |
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| XIX | R |
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| Monstrous affair Pshaw pah what ugly minx | R |
| Will they fetch from Imaus for my bride | F |
| Alas my wearied heart within me sinks | R |
| To think that I must be so near ally'd | F |
| To a cold dullard fay ah woe betide | F |
| Ah fairest of all human loveliness | R |
| Sweet Bertha what crime can it be to glide | F |
| About the fragrant plaintings of thy dress | R |
| Or kiss thine eyes or count thy locks tress after tress | R |
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| XX | R |
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| So said one minute's while his eyes remaind' | F |
| Half lidded piteous languid innocent | F |
| But in a wink their splendour they regain'd | F |
| Sparkling revenge with amorous fury blent | F |
| Love thwarted in bad temper oft has vent | F |
| He rose he stampt his foot he rang the bell | Z |
| And order'd some death warrants to be sent | F |
| For signature somewhere the tempest fell | Z |
| As many a poor fellow does not live to tell | Z |
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| XXI | R |
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| At the same time Eban this was his page | U |
| A fay of colour slave from top to toe | F |
| Sent as a present while yet under age | U |
| From the Viceroy of Zanguebar wise slow | F |
| His speech his only words were yes and no | F |
| But swift of look and foot and wing was he | F |
| At the same time Eban this instant go | F |
| To Hum the soothsayer whose name I see | F |
| Among the fresh arrivals in our empery | C |
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| XXII | F |
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| Bring Hum to me But stay here take my ring | Y |
| The pledge of favour that he not suspect | F |
| Any foul play or awkward murdering | Y |
| Tho' I have bowstrung many of his sect | F |
| Throw in a hint that if he should neglect | F |
| One hour the next shall see him in my grasp | A2 |
| And the next after that shall see him neck'd | F |
| Or swallow'd by my hunger starved asp | A2 |
| And mention 'tis as well the torture of the wasp | B2 |
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| XXIII | F |
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| These orders given the Prince in half a pet | F |
| Let o'er the silk his propping elbow slide | F |
| Caught up his little legs and in a fret | F |
| Fell on the sofa on his royal side | F |
| The slave retreated backwards humble ey'd | F |
| And with a slave like silence clos'd the door | C |
| And to old Hun thro' street and alley hied | F |
| He knew the city as we say of yore | C |
| And for short cuts and turns was nobody knew more | C |
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| XXIV | J |
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| It was the time when wholesale dealers close | F |
| Their shutters with a moody sense of wealth | C2 |
| But retail dealers diligent let loose | F |
| The gas objected to on score of health | C2 |
| Convey'd in little solder'd pipes by stealth | C2 |
| And make it flare in many a brilliant form | N |
| That all the powers of darkness it repell'th | C2 |
| Which to the oil trade doth great scaith and harm | N |
| And superseded quite the use of the glow worm | N |
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| XXV | J |
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| Eban untempted by the pastry cooks | F |
| Of pastry he got store within the palace | F |
| With hasty steps wrapp'd cloak and solemn looks | F |
| Incognito upon his errand sallies | F |
| His smelling bottle ready for the allies | F |
| He pass'd the Hurdy gurdies with disdain | F |
| Vowing he'd have them sent on board the gallies | F |
| Just as he made his vow it 'gan to rain | F |
| Therefore he call'd a coach and bade it drive amain | F |
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| XXVI | J |
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| I'll pull the string said he and further said | F |
| Polluted Jarvey Ah thou filthy hack | Y |
| Whose springs of life are all dry'd up and dead | F |
| Whose linsey woolsey lining hangs all slack | Y |
| Whose rug is straw whose wholeness is a crack | Y |
| And evermore thy steps go clatter clitter | C |
| Whose glass once up can never be got back | Y |
| Who prov'st with jolting arguments and bitter | C |
| That 'tis of modern use to travel in a litter | C |
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| XXVII | J |
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| Thou inconvenience thou hungry crop | D2 |
| For all corn thou snail creeper to and fro | C |
| Who while thou goest ever seem'st to stop | D2 |
| And fiddle faddle standest while you go | C |
| I' the morning freighted with a weight of woe | C |
| Unto some lazar house thou journeyest | F |
| And in the evening tak'st a double row | C |
| Of dowdies for some dance or party drest | F |
| Besides the goods meanwhile thou movest east and west | F |
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| XXVIII | J |
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| By thy ungallant bearing and sad mien | F |
| An inch appears the utmost thou couldst budge | E2 |
| Yet at the slightest nod or hint or sign | F |
| Round to the curb stone patient dost thou trudge | E2 |
| School'd in a beckon learned in a nudge | E2 |
| A dull ey'd Argus watching for a fare | C |
| Quiet and plodding thou dost bear no grudge | E2 |
| To whisking Tilburies or Phaetons rare | C |
| Curricles or Mail coaches swift beyond compare | C |
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| XXIX | F |
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| Philosophizing thus he pull'd the check | Y |
| And bade the Coachman wheel to such a street | F |
| Who turning much his body more his neck | Y |
| Louted full low and hoarsely did him greet | F |
| Certes Monsieur were best take to his feet | F |
| Seeing his servant can no further drive | J |
| For press of coaches that to night here meet | F |
| Many as bees about a straw capp'd hive | J |
| When first for April honey into faint flowers they dive | J |
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| XXX | F |
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| Eban then paid his fare and tiptoe went | F |
| To Hum's hotel and as he on did pass | F |
| With head inclin'd each dusky lineament | F |
| Show'd in the pearl pav'd street as in a glass | F |
| His purple vest that ever peeping was | F |
| Rich from the fluttering crimson of his cloak | Y |
| His silvery trowsers and his silken sash | F2 |
| Tied in a burnish'd knot their semblance took | Y |
| Upon the mirror'd walls wherever he might look | Y |
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| XXXI | F |
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| He smil'd at self and smiling show'd his teeth | C2 |
| And seeing his white teeth he smil'd the more | C |
| Lifted his eye brows spurn'd the path beneath | C2 |
| Show'd teeth again and smil'd as heretofore | C |
| Until he knock'd at the magician's door | C |
| Where till the porter answer'd might be seen | F |
| In the clear panel more he could adore | C |
| His turban wreath'd of gold and white and green | F |
| Mustachios ear ring nose ring and his sabre keen | F |
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| XXXII | F |
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| Does not your master give a rout to night | F |
| Quoth the dark page Oh no return'd the Swiss | F |
| Next door but one to us upon the right | F |
| The Magazin des Modes now open is | F |
| Against the Emperor's wedding and sir this | F |
| My master finds a monstrous horrid bore | C |
| As he retir'd an hour ago I wis | F |
| With his best beard and brimstone to explore | C |
| And cast a quiet figure in his second floor | C |
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| XXXIII | F |
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| Gad he's oblig'd to stick to business | F |
| For chalk I hear stands at a pretty price | F |
| And as for aqua vitae there's a mess | F |
| The dentes sapientiae of mice | F |
| Our barber tells me too are on the rise | F |
| Tinder's a lighter article nitre pure | C |
| Goes off like lightning grains of Paradise | F |
| At an enormous figure stars not sure | C |
| Zodiac will not move without a slight douceur | C |
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| XXXIV | J |
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| Venus won't stir a peg without a fee | J |
| And master is too partial entre nous | F |
| To Hush hush cried Eban sure that is he | J |
| Coming down stairs by St Bartholomew | P |
| As backwards as he can is't something new | P |
| Or is't his custom in the name of fun | F |
| He always comes down backward with one shoe | P |
| Return'd the porter off and one shoe on | F |
| Like saving shoe for sock or stocking my man John | F |
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| XXXV | J |
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| It was indeed the great Magician | F |
| Feeling with careful toe for every stair | C |
| And retrograding careful as he can | F |
| Backwards and downwards from his own two pair | C |
| Salpietro exclaim'd Hum is the dog there | C |
| He's always in my way upon the mat | F |
| He's in the kitchen or the Lord knows where | C |
| Reply'd the Swiss the nasty yelping brat | F |
| Don't beat him return'd Hum and on the floor came pat | F |
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| XXXVI | J |
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| Then facing right about he saw the Page | U |
| And said Don't tell me what you want Eban | F |
| The Emperor is now in a huge rage | U |
| 'Tis nine to one he'll give you the rattan | F |
| Let us away Away together ran | F |
| The plain dress'd sage and spangled blackamoor | C |
| Nor rested till they stood to cool and fan | F |
| And breathe themselves at th' Emperor's chamber door | C |
| When Eban thought he heard a soft imperial snore | C |
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| XXXVII | J |
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| I thought you guess'd foretold or prophesy'd | F |
| That's Majesty was in a raving fit | F |
| He dreams said Hum or I have ever lied | F |
| That he is tearing you sir bit by bit | F |
| He's not asleep and you have little wit | F |
| Reply'd the page that little buzzing noise | F |
| Whate'er your palmistry may make of it | F |
| Comes from a play thing of the Emperor's choice | F |
| From a Man Tiger Organ prettiest of his toys | F |
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| XXXVIII | J |
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| Eban then usher'd in the learned Seer | C |
| Elfinan's back was turn'd but ne'ertheless | F |
| Both prostrate on the carpet ear by ear | C |
| Crept silently and waited in distress | F |
| Knowing the Emperor's moody bitterness | F |
| Eban especially who on the floor 'gan | F |
| Tremble and quake to death he feared less | F |
| A dose of senna tea or nightmare Gorgon | F |
| Than the Emperor when he play'd on his Man Tiger Organ | F |
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| XXXIX | F |
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| They kiss'd nine times the carpet's velvet face | F |
| Of glossy silk soft smooth and meadow green | F |
| Where the close eye in deep rich fur might trace | F |
| A silver tissue scantly to be seen | F |
| As daisies lurk'd in June grass buds in green | F |
| Sudden the music ceased sudden the hand | F |
| Of majesty by dint of passion keen | F |
| Doubled into a common fist went grand | F |
| And knock'd down three cut glasses and his best ink stand | F |
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| XL | F |
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| Then turning round he saw those trembling two | P |
| Eban said he as slaves should taste the fruits | F |
| Of diligence I shall remember you | P |
| To morrow or next day as time suits | F |
| In a finger conversation with my mutes | F |
| Begone for you Chaldean here remain | F |
| Fear not quake not and as good wine recruits | F |
| A conjurer's spirits what cup will you drain | F |
| Sherry in silver hock in gold or glass'd champagne | F |
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| XLI | F |
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| Commander of the faithful answer'd Hum | N |
| In preference to these I'll merely taste | F |
| A thimble full of old Jamaica rum | N |
| A simple boon said Elfinan thou may'st | F |
| Have Nantz with which my morning coffee's lac'd | F |
| I'll have a glass of Nantz then said the Seer | C |
| Made racy sure my boldness is misplac'd | F |
| With the third part yet that is drinking dear | C |
| Of the least drop of cr me de citron crystal clear | C |
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| XLII | F |
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| I pledge you Hum and pledge my dearest love | J |
| My Bertha Bertha Bertha cry'd the sage | U |
| I know a many Berthas Mine's above | J |
| All Berthas sighed the Emperor I engage | U |
| Said Hum in duty and in vassalage | U |
| To mention all the Berthas in the earth | C2 |
| There's Bertha Watson and Miss Bertha Page | U |
| This fam'd for languid eyes and that for mirth | C2 |
| There's Bertha Blount of York and Bertha Knox of Perth | C2 |
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| XLIII | F |
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| You seem to know I do know answer'd Hum | N |
| Your Majesty's in love with some fine girl | F |
| Named Bertha but her surname will not come | N |
| Without a little conjuring 'Tis Pearl | F |
| 'Tis Bertha Pearl What makes my brain so whirl | F |
| And she is softer fairer than her name | N |
| Where does she live ask'd Hum Her fair locks curl | F |
| So brightly they put all our fays to shame | N |
| Live O at Canterbury with her old grand dame | N |
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| XLIV | J |
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| Good good cried Hum I've known her from a child | F |
| She is a changeling of my management | F |
| She was born at midnight in an Indian wild | F |
| Her mother's screams with the striped tiger's blent | F |
| While the torch bearing slaves a halloo sent | F |
| Into the jungles and her palanquin | F |
| Rested amid the desert's dreariment | F |
| Shook with her agony till fair were seen | F |
| The little Bertha's eyes ope on the stars serene | F |
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| XLV | J |
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| I can't say said the monarch that may be | J |
| Just as it happen'd true or else a bam | N |
| Drink up your brandy and sit down by me | J |
| Feel feel my pulse how much in love I am | N |
| And if your science is not all a sham | N |
| Tell me some means to get the lady here | C |
| Upon my honour said the son of Cham | N |
| She is my dainty changeling near and dear | C |
| Although her story sounds at first a little queer | C |
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| XLVI | J |
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| Convey her to me Hum or by my crown | F |
| My sceptre and my cross surmounted globe | G2 |
| I'll knock you Does your majesty mean down | F |
| No no you never could my feelings probe | G2 |
| To such a depth The Emperor took his robe | G2 |
| And wept upon its purple palatine | F |
| While Hum continued shamming half a sob | H2 |
| In Canterbury doth your lady shine | F |
| But let me cool your brandy with a little wine | F |
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| XLVII | J |
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| Whereat a narrow Flemish glass he took | Y |
| That since belong'd to Admiral De Witt | F |
| Admir'd it with a connoisseuring look | Y |
| And with the ripest claret crowned it | F |
| And ere the lively bead could burst and flit | F |
| He turn'd it quickly nimbly upside down | F |
| His mouth being held conveniently fit | F |
| To catch the treasure Best in all the town | F |
| He said smack'd his moist lips and gave a pleasant frown | F |
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| XLVIII | J |
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| Ah good my Prince weep not And then again | F |
| He filled a bumper Great Sire do not weep | I2 |
| Your pulse is shocking but I'll ease your pain | F |
| Fetch me that Ottoman and prithee keep | I2 |
| Your voice low said the Emperor and steep | I2 |
| Some lady's fingers nice in Candy wine | F |
| And prithee Hum behind the screen do peep | I2 |
| For the rose water vase magician mine | F |
| And sponge my forehead so my love doth make me pine | F |
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| XLIX | F |
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| Ah cursed Bellanaine Don't think of her | C |
| Rejoin'd the Mago but on Bertha muse | F |
| For by my choicest best barometer | C |
| You shall not throttled be in marriage noose | F |
| I've said it Sire you only have to choose | F |
| Bertha or Bellanaine So saying he drew | P |
| From the left pocket of his threadbare hose | F |
| A sampler hoarded slyly good as new | P |
| Holding it by his thumb and finger full in view | P |
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| L | F |
| - | |
| Sire this is Bertha Pearl's neat handy work | Y |
| Her name see here Midsummer ninety one | F |
| Elfinan snatch'd it with a sudden jerk | Y |
| And wept as if he never would have done | F |
| Honouring with royal tears the poor homespun | F |
| Whereon were broider'd tigers with black eyes | F |
| And long tail'd pheasants and a rising sun | F |
| Plenty of posies great stags butterflies | F |
| Bigger than stags a moon with other mysteries | F |
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| LI | J |
| - | |
| The monarch handled o'er and o'er again | F |
| Those day school hieroglyphics with a sigh | J |
| Somewhat in sadness but pleas'd in the main | F |
| Till this oracular couplet met his eye | J |
| Astounded Cupid I do thee defy | J |
| It was too much He shrunk back in his chair | C |
| Grew pale as death and fainted very nigh | J |
| Pho nonsense exclaim'd Hum now don't despair | C |
| She does not mean it really Cheer up hearty there | C |
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| LII | J |
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| And listen to my words You say you won't | F |
| On any terms marry Miss Bellanaine | F |
| It goes against your conscience good Well don't | F |
| You say you love a mortal I would fain | F |
| Persuade your honour's highness to refrain | F |
| From peccadilloes But Sire as I say | F |
| What good would that do And to be more plain | F |
| You would do me a mischief some odd day | F |
| Cut off my ears and limbs or head too by my fay | F |
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| LIII | J |
| - | |
| Besides manners forbid that I should pass any | F |
| Vile strictures on the conduct of a prince | F |
| Who should indulge his genius if he has any | F |
| Not like a subject foolish matters mince | F |
| Now I think on't perhaps I could convince | F |
| Your Majesty there is no crime at all | J |
| In loving pretty little Bertha since | F |
| She's very delicate not over tall | J |
| A fairy's hand and in the waist why very small | J |
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| LIV | J |
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| Ring the repeater gentle Hum 'Tis five | J |
| Said the gentle Hum the nights draw in apace | F |
| The little birds I hear are all alive | J |
| I see the dawning touch'd upon your face | F |
| Shall I put out the candles please your Grace | F |
| Do put them out and without more ado | P |
| Tell me how I may that sweet girl embrace | F |
| How you can bring her to me That's for you | P |
| Great Emperor to adventure like a lover true | P |
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| LV | J |
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| I fetch her Yes an't like your Majesty | F |
| And as she would be frighten'd wide awake | Y |
| To travel such a distance through the sky | J |
| Use of some soft manoeuvre you must make | Y |
| For your convenience and her dear nerves' sake | Y |
| Nice way would be to bring her in a swoon | F |
| Anon I'll tell what course were best to take | Y |
| You must away this morning Hum so soon | F |
| Sire you must be in Kent by twelve o'clock at noon | F |
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| LVI | J |
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| At this great Caesar started on his feet | F |
| Lifted his wings and stood attentive wise | F |
| Those wings to Canterbury you must beat | F |
| If you hold Bertha as a worthy prize | F |
| Look in the Almanack Moore never lies | F |
| April the twenty fourth this coming day | F |
| Now breathing its new bloom upon the skies | F |
| Will end in St Mark's Eve you must away | F |
| For on that eve alone can you the maid convey | F |
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| LVII | F |
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| Then the magician solemnly 'gan to frown | F |
| So that his frost white eyebrows beetling low | J |
| Shaded his deep green eyes and wrinkles brown | F |
| Plaited upon his furnace scorched brow | C |
| Forth from his hood that hung his neck below | J |
| He lifted a bright casket of pure gold | F |
| Touch'd a spring lock and there in wool or snow | J |
| Charm'd into ever freezing lay an old | F |
| And legend leaved book mysterious to behold | F |
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| LVIII | F |
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| Take this same book it will not bite you Sire | C |
| There put it underneath your royal arm | N |
| Though it's a pretty weight it will not tire | C |
| But rather on your journey keep you warm | N |
| This is the magic this the potent charm | N |
| That shall drive Bertha to a fainting fit | F |
| When the time comes don't feel the least alarm | N |
| But lift her from the ground and swiftly flit | F |
| Back to your palace | F |
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| LIX | F |
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| What shall I do with that same book Why merely | F |
| Lay it on Bertha's table close beside | F |
| Her work box and 'twill help your purpose dearly | F |
| I say no more Or good or ill betide | F |
| Through the wide air to Kent this morn I glide | F |
| Exclaim'd the Emperor When I return | F |
| Ask what you will I'll give you my new bride | F |
| And take some more wine Hum O Heavens I burn | F |
| To be upon the wing Now now that minx I spurn | F |
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| LX | F |
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| Leave her to me rejoin'd the magian | F |
| But how shall I account illustrious fay | F |
| For thine imperial absence Pho I can | F |
| Say you are very sick and bar the way | F |
| To your so loving courtiers for one day | F |
| If either of their two archbishops' graces | F |
| Should talk of extreme unction I shall say | F |
| You do not like cold pig with Latin phrases | F |
| Which never should be used but in alarming cases | F |
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| LXI | F |
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| Open the window Hum I'm ready now | F |
| Zooks exclaim'd Hum as up the sash he drew | P |
| Behold your Majesty upon the brow | F |
| Of yonder hill what crowds of people Whew | P |
| The monster's always after something new | P |
| Return'd his Highness they are piping hot | F |
| To see my pigsney Bellanaine Hum do | P |
| Tighten my belt a little so so not | F |
| Too tight the book my wand so nothing is forgot | F |
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| LXII | F |
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| Wounds how they shout said Hum and there see see | F |
| Th' ambassador's return'd from Pigmio | N |
| The morning's very fine uncommonly | F |
| See past the skirts of yon white cloud they go | J |
| Tinging it with soft crimsons Now below | J |
| The sable pointed heads of firs and pines | F |
| They dip move on and with them moves a glow | J |
| Along the forest side Now amber lines | F |
| Reach the hill top and now throughout the valley shines | F |
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| LXIII | F |
| - | |
| Why Hum you're getting quite poetical | J |
| Those 'nows' you managed in a special style | J |
| If ever you have leisure Sire you shall | J |
| See scraps of mine will make it worth your while | J |
| Tid bits for Phoebus yes you well may smile | J |
| Hark hark the bells A little further yet | F |
| Good Hum and let me view this mighty coil | J |
| Then the great Emperor full graceful set | F |
| His elbow for a prop and snuff'd his mignonnette | F |
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| LXIV | F |
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| The morn is full of holiday loud bells | F |
| With rival clamours ring from every spire | C |
| Cunningly station'd music dies and swells | F |
| In echoing places when the winds respire | C |
| Light flags stream out like gauzy tongues of fire | C |
| A metropolitan murmur lifeful warm | N |
| Comes from the northern suburbs rich attire | C |
| Freckles with red and gold the moving swarm | N |
| While here and there clear trumpets blow a keen alarm | N |
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| LXV | F |
| - | |
| And now the fairy escort was seen clear | C |
| Like the old pageant of Aurora's train | F |
| Above a pearl built minister hovering near | C |
| First wily Crafticant the chamberlain | F |
| Balanc'd upon his grey grown pinions twain | F |
| His slender wand officially reveal'd | F |
| Then black gnomes scattering sixpences like rain | F |
| Then pages three and three and next slave held | F |
| The Imaian 'scutcheon bright one mouse in argent field | F |
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| LXVI | F |
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| Gentlemen pensioners next and after them | N |
| A troop of winged Janizaries flew | J |
| Then slaves as presents bearing many a gem | N |
| Then twelve physicians fluttering two and two | J |
| And next a chaplain in a cassock new | J |
| Then Lords in waiting then what head not reels | F |
| For pleasure the fair Princess in full view | J |
| Borne upon wings and very pleas'd she feels | F |
| To have such splendour dance attendance at her heels | F |
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| LXVII | J |
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| For there was more magnificence behind | F |
| She wav'd her handkerchief Ah very grand | F |
| Cry'd Elfinan and clos'd the window blind | F |
| And Hum we must not shilly shally stand | F |
| Adieu adieu I'm off for Angle land | F |
| I say old Hocus have you such a thing | Y |
| About you feel your pockets I command | F |
| I want this instant an invisible ring | Y |
| Thank you old mummy now securely I take wing | Y |
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| LXVIII | J |
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| Then Elfinan swift vaulted from the floor | C |
| And lighted graceful on the window sill | J |
| Under one arm the magic book he bore | C |
| The other he could wave about at will | J |
| Pale was his face he still look'd very ill | J |
| He bow'd at Bellanaine and said Poor Bell | J |
| Farewell farewell and if for ever still | J |
| For ever fare thee well and then he fell | J |
| A laughing snapp'd his fingers shame it is to tell | J |
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| LXIX | F |
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| By'r Lady he is gone cries Hum and I | J |
| I own it have made too free with his wine | F |
| Old Crafticant will smoke me By the bye | J |
| This room is full of jewels as a mine | F |
| Dear valuable creatures how ye shine | F |
| Sometime to day I must contrive a minute | F |
| If Mercury propitiously incline | F |
| To examine his scutoire and see what's in i | J |
| For of superfluous diamonds I as well may thin it | F |
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| LXX | F |
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| The Emperor's horrid bad yes that's my cue | J |
| Some histories say that this was Hum's last speech | J2 |
| That being fuddled he went reeling through | J |
| The corridor and scarce upright could reach | J2 |
| The stair head that being glutted as a leech | J2 |
| And us'd as we ourselves have just now said | F |
| To manage stairs reversely like a peach | J2 |
| Too ripe he fell being puzzled in his head | F |
| With liquor and the staircase verdict found stone dead | F |
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| LXXI | F |
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| This as a falsehood Crafticanto treats | F |
| And as his style is of strange elegance | F |
| Gentle and tender full of soft conceits | F |
| Much like our Boswell's we will take a glance | F |
| At his sweet prose and if we can make dance | F |
| His woven periods into careless rhyme | N |
| O little faery Pegasus rear prance | F |
| Trot round the quarto ordinary time | N |
| March little Pegasus with pawing hoof sublime | N |
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| LXXII | F |
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| Well let us see tenth book and chapter nine | F |
| Thus Crafticant pursues his diary | C |
| 'Twas twelve o'clock at night the weather fine | F |
| Latitude thirty six our scouts descry | C |
| A flight of starlings making rapidly | C |
| Towards Thibet Mem birds fly in the night | F |
| From twelve to half past wings not fit to fly | J |
| For a thick fog the Princess sulky quite | F |
| Call'd for an extra shawl and gave her nurse a bite | F |
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| LXXIII | F |
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| Five minutes before one brought down a moth | C2 |
| With my new double barrel stew'd the thighs | F |
| And made a very tolerable broth | C2 |
| Princess turn'd dainty to our great surprise | F |
| Alter'd her mind and thought it very nice | F |
| Seeing her pleasant try'd her with a pun | F |
| She frown'd a monstrous owl across us flies | F |
| About this time a sad old figure of fun | F |
| Bad omen this new match can't be a happy one | F |
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| LXXIV | J |
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| From two to half past dusky way we made | F |
| Above the plains of Gobi desert bleak | Y |
| Beheld afar off in the hooded shade | F |
| Of darkness a great mountain strange to speak | Y |
| Spitting from forth its sulphur baken peak | Y |
| A fan shap'd burst of blood red arrowy fire | C |
| Turban'd with smoke which still away did reek | Y |
| Solid and black from that eternal pyre | C |
| Upon the laden winds that scantly could respire | C |
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| LXXV | J |
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| Just upon three o'clock a falling star | C |
| Created an alarm among our troop | K2 |
| Kill'd a man cook a page and broke a jar | C |
| A tureen and three dishes at one swoop | K2 |
| Then passing by the princess singed her hoop | K2 |
| Could not conceive what Coralline was at | F |
| She clapp'd her hands three times and cry'd out 'Whoop ' | - |
| Some strange Imaian custom A large bat | F |
| Came sudden 'fore my face and brush'd against my hat | F |
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| LXXVI | J |
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| Five minutes thirteen seconds after three | C |
| Far in the west a mighty fire broke out | F |
| Conjectur'd on the instant it might be | C |
| The city of Balk 'twas Balk beyond all doubt | F |
| A griffin wheeling here and there about | F |
| Kept reconnoitring us doubled our guard | F |
| Lighted our torches and kept up a shout | F |
| Till he sheer'd off the Princess very scar'd | F |
| And many on their marrow bones for death prepar'd | F |
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| LXXVII | J |
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| At half past three arose the cheerful moon | F |
| Bivouack'd for four minutes on a cloud | F |
| Where from the earth we heard a lively tune | F |
| Of tambourines and pipes serene and loud | F |
| While on a flowery lawn a brilliant crowd | F |
| Cinque parted danc'd some half asleep reposed | F |
| Beneath the green fan'd cedars some did shroud | F |
| In silken tents and 'mid light fragrance dozed | F |
| Or on the opera turf their soothed eyelids closed | F |
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| LXXVIII | J |
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| Dropp'd my gold watch and kill'd a kettledrum | N |
| It went for apoplexy foolish folks | F |
| Left it to pay the piper a good sum | N |
| I've got a conscience maugre people's jokes | F |
| To scrape a little favour 'gan to coax | F |
| Her Highness' pug dog got a sharp rebuff | J |
| She wish'd a game at whist made three revokes | F |
| Turn'd from myself her partner in a huff | J |
| His majesty will know her temper time enough | J |
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| LXXIX | F |
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| She cry'd for chess I play'd a game with her | C |
| Castled her king with such a vixen look | Y |
| It bodes ill to his Majesty refer | C |
| To the second chapter of my fortieth book | Y |
| And see what hoity toity airs she took | Y |
| At half past four the morn essay'd to beam | N |
| Saluted as we pass'd an early rook | Y |
| The Princess fell asleep and in her dream | N |
| Talk'd of one Master Hubert deep in her esteem | N |
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| LXXX | F |
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| About this time making delightful way | F |
| Shed a quill feather from my larboard wing | Y |
| Wish'd trusted hop'd 'twas no sign of decay | F |
| Thank heaven I'm hearty yet 'twas no such thing | Y |
| At five the golden light began to spring | Y |
| With fiery shudder through the bloomed east | F |
| At six we heard Panthea's churches ring | Y |
| The city wall his unhiv'd swarms had cast | F |
| To watch our grand approach and hail us as we pass'd | F |
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| LXXXI | F |
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| As flowers turn their faces to the sun | F |
| So on our flight with hungry eyes they gaze | F |
| And as we shap'd our course this that way run | F |
| With mad cap pleasure or hand clasp'd amaze | F |
| Sweet in the air a mild ton'd music plays | F |
| And progresses through its own labyrinth | C2 |
| Buds gather'd from the green spring's middle days | F |
| They scatter'd daisy primrose hyacinth | C2 |
| Or round white columns wreath'd from capital to plinth | C2 |
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| LXXXII | F |
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| Onward we floated o'er the panting streets | F |
| That seem'd throughout with upheld faces paved | F |
| Look where we will our bird's eye vision meets | F |
| Legions of holiday bright standards waved | F |
| And fluttering ensigns emulously craved | F |
| Our minute's glance a busy thunderous roar | C |
| From square to square among the buildings raved | F |
| As when the sea at flow gluts up once more | C |
| The craggy hollowness of a wild reefed shore | C |
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| LXXXIII | F |
| - | |
| And 'Bellanaine for ever ' shouted they | F |
| While that fair Princess from her winged chair | C |
| Bow'd low with high demeanour and to pay | F |
| Their new blown loyalty with guerdon fair | C |
| Still emptied at meet distance here and there | C |
| A plenty horn of jewels And here I | J |
| Who wish to give the devil her due declare | C |
| Against that ugly piece of calumny | C |
| Which calls them Highland pebble stones not worth a fly | J |
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| LXXXIV | J |
| - | |
| Still 'Bellanaine ' they shouted while we glide | F |
| 'Slant to a light Ionic portico | J |
| The city's delicacy and the pride | F |
| Of our Imperial Basilic a row | J |
| Of lords and ladies on each hand make show | J |
| Submissive of knee bent obeisance | F |
| All down the steps and as we enter'd lo | J |
| The strangest sight the most unlook'd for chance | F |
| All things turn'd topsy turvy in a devil's dance | F |
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| LXXXV | J |
| - | |
| 'Stead of his anxious Majesty and court | F |
| At the open doors with wide saluting eyes | F |
| Cong es and scrape graces of every sort | F |
| And all the smooth routine of gallantries | F |
| Was seen to our immoderate surprise | F |
| A motley crowd thick gather'd in the hall | J |
| Lords scullions deputy scullions with wild cries | F |
| Stunning the vestibule from wall to wall | J |
| Where the Chief Justice on his knees and hands doth crawl | J |
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| LXXXVI | J |
| - | |
| Counts of the palace and the state purveyor | C |
| Of moth's down to make soft the royal beds | F |
| The Common Council and my fool Lord Mayor | C |
| Marching a row each other slipshod treads | F |
| Powder'd bag wigs and ruffy tuffy heads | F |
| Of cinder wenches meet and soil each other | C |
| Toe crush'd with heel ill natur'd fighting breeds | F |
| Frill rumpling elbows brew up many a bother | C |
| And fists in the short ribs keep up the yell and pother | C |
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| LXXXVII | J |
| - | |
| A Poet mounted on the Court Clown's back | Y |
| Rode to the Princess swift with spurring heels | F |
| And close into her face with rhyming clack | Y |
| Began a Prothalamion she reels | F |
| She falls she faints while laughter peels | F |
| Over her woman's weakness 'Where ' cry'd I | J |
| 'Where is his Majesty ' No person feels | F |
| Inclin'd to answer wherefore instantly | C |
| I plung'd into the crowd to find him or die | J |
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| LXXXVIII | J |
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| Jostling my way I gain'd the stairs and ran | F |
| To the first landing where incredible | J |
| I met far gone in liquor that old man | F |
| That vile impostor Hum | N |
| So far so well | J |
| For we have prov'd the Mago never fell | J |
| Down stairs on Crafticanto's evidence | F |
| And therefore duly shall proceed to tell | J |
| Plain in our own original mood and tense | F |
| The sequel of this day though labour 'tis immense | F |
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