An Election Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGHGIJIJ KLMLNINI GCGJGJGJ GGGGOPOP QDQDRSRS GDGDTUTU VGVGERER GWGWBJBJ JXJXGJGJ YJYJJZJZ A2B2C2B2ID2ID2 E2IE2F2E2GE2GAs I sate down to breakfast in state | A |
At my living of Tithing cum Boring | B |
With Betty beside me to wait | A |
Came a rap that almost beat the door in | C |
I laid down my basin of tea | D |
And Betty ceased spreading the toast | E |
As sure as a gun sir said she | D |
That must be the knock of the post | E |
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A letter and free bring it here | F |
I have no correspondent who franks | G |
No Yes Can it be Why my dear | H |
'Tis our glorious our Protestant Bankes | G |
Dear sir as I know you desire | I |
That the Church should receive due protection | J |
I humbly presume to require | I |
Your aid at the Cambridge election | J |
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It has lately been brought to my knowledge | K |
That the Ministers fully design | L |
To suppress each cathedral and college | M |
And eject every learned divine | L |
To assist this detestable scheme | N |
Three nuncios from Rome are come over | I |
They left Calais on Monday by steam | N |
And landed to dinner at Dover | I |
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An army of grim Cordeliers | G |
Well furnished with relics and vermin | C |
Will follow Lord Westmoreland fears | G |
To effect what their chiefs may determine | J |
Lollard's bower good authorities say | G |
Is again fitting up for a prison | J |
And a wood merchant told me to day | G |
'Tis a wonder how faggots have risen | J |
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The finance scheme of Canning contains | G |
A new Easter offering tax | G |
And he means to devote all the gains | G |
To a bounty on thumb screws and racks | G |
Your living so neat and compact | O |
Pray don't let the news give you pain | P |
Is promised I know for a fact | O |
To an olive faced Padre from Spain | P |
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I read and I felt my heart bleed | Q |
Sore wounded with horror and pity | D |
So I flew with all possible speed | Q |
To our Protestant champion's committee | D |
True gentlemen kind and well bred | R |
No fleering no distance no scorn | S |
They asked after my wife who is dead | R |
And my children who never were born | S |
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They then like high principled Tories | G |
Called our Sovereign unjust and unsteady | D |
And assailed him with scandalous stories | G |
Till the coach for the voters was ready | D |
That coach might be well called a casket | T |
Of learning and brotherly love | U |
There were parsons in boot and in basket | T |
There were parsons below and above | U |
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There were Sneaker and Griper a pair | V |
Who stick to Lord Mulesby like leeches | G |
A smug chaplain of plausible air | V |
Who writes my Lord Goslingham's speeches | G |
Dr Buzz who alone is a host | E |
Who with arguments weighty as lead | R |
Proves six times a week in the Post | E |
That flesh somehow differs from bread | R |
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Dr Nimrod whose orthodox toes | G |
Are seldom withdrawn from the stirrup | W |
Dr Humdrum whose eloquence flows | G |
Like droppings of sweet poppy syrup | W |
Dr Rosygill puffing and fanning | B |
And wiping away perspiration | J |
Dr Humbug who proved Mr Canning | B |
The beast in St John's Revelation | J |
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A layman can scarce form a notion | J |
Of our wonderful talk on the road | X |
Of the learning the wit and devotion | J |
Which almost each syllable showed | X |
Why divided allegiance agrees | G |
So ill with our free constitution | J |
How Catholics swear as they please | G |
In hope of the priest's absolution | J |
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How the Bishop of Norwich had bartered | Y |
His faith for a legate's commission | J |
How Lyndhurst afraid to be martyr'd | Y |
Had stooped to a base coalition | J |
How Papists are cased from compassion | J |
By bigotry stronger than steel | Z |
How burning would soon come in fashion | J |
And how very bad it must feel | Z |
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We were all so much touched and excited | A2 |
By a subject so direly sublime | B2 |
That the rules of politeness were slighted | C2 |
And we all of us talked at a time | B2 |
And in tones which each moment grew louder | I |
Told how we should dress for the show | D2 |
And where we should fasten the powder | I |
And if we should bellow or no | D2 |
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Thus from subject to subject we ran | E2 |
And the journey passed pleasantly o'er | I |
Till at last Dr Humdrum began | E2 |
From that time I remember no more | F2 |
At Ware he commenced his prelection | E2 |
In the dullest of clerical drones | G |
And when next I regained recollection | E2 |
We were rambling o'er Trumpington stones | G |
Thomas Babbington Macaulay
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