An Election Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGHGIJIJ KLMLNINI GCGJGJGJ GGGGOPOP QDQDRSRS GDGDTUTU VGVGERER GWGWBJBJ JXJXGJGJ YJYJJZJZ A2B2C2B2ID2ID2 E2IE2F2E2GE2G

As I sate down to breakfast in stateA
At my living of Tithing cum BoringB
With Betty beside me to waitA
Came a rap that almost beat the door inC
I laid down my basin of teaD
And Betty ceased spreading the toastE
As sure as a gun sir said sheD
That must be the knock of the postE
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A letter and free bring it hereF
I have no correspondent who franksG
No Yes Can it be Why my dearH
'Tis our glorious our Protestant BankesG
Dear sir as I know you desireI
That the Church should receive due protectionJ
I humbly presume to requireI
Your aid at the Cambridge electionJ
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It has lately been brought to my knowledgeK
That the Ministers fully designL
To suppress each cathedral and collegeM
And eject every learned divineL
To assist this detestable schemeN
Three nuncios from Rome are come overI
They left Calais on Monday by steamN
And landed to dinner at DoverI
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An army of grim CordeliersG
Well furnished with relics and verminC
Will follow Lord Westmoreland fearsG
To effect what their chiefs may determineJ
Lollard's bower good authorities sayG
Is again fitting up for a prisonJ
And a wood merchant told me to dayG
'Tis a wonder how faggots have risenJ
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The finance scheme of Canning containsG
A new Easter offering taxG
And he means to devote all the gainsG
To a bounty on thumb screws and racksG
Your living so neat and compactO
Pray don't let the news give you painP
Is promised I know for a factO
To an olive faced Padre from SpainP
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I read and I felt my heart bleedQ
Sore wounded with horror and pityD
So I flew with all possible speedQ
To our Protestant champion's committeeD
True gentlemen kind and well bredR
No fleering no distance no scornS
They asked after my wife who is deadR
And my children who never were bornS
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They then like high principled ToriesG
Called our Sovereign unjust and unsteadyD
And assailed him with scandalous storiesG
Till the coach for the voters was readyD
That coach might be well called a casketT
Of learning and brotherly loveU
There were parsons in boot and in basketT
There were parsons below and aboveU
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There were Sneaker and Griper a pairV
Who stick to Lord Mulesby like leechesG
A smug chaplain of plausible airV
Who writes my Lord Goslingham's speechesG
Dr Buzz who alone is a hostE
Who with arguments weighty as leadR
Proves six times a week in the PostE
That flesh somehow differs from breadR
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Dr Nimrod whose orthodox toesG
Are seldom withdrawn from the stirrupW
Dr Humdrum whose eloquence flowsG
Like droppings of sweet poppy syrupW
Dr Rosygill puffing and fanningB
And wiping away perspirationJ
Dr Humbug who proved Mr CanningB
The beast in St John's RevelationJ
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A layman can scarce form a notionJ
Of our wonderful talk on the roadX
Of the learning the wit and devotionJ
Which almost each syllable showedX
Why divided allegiance agreesG
So ill with our free constitutionJ
How Catholics swear as they pleaseG
In hope of the priest's absolutionJ
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How the Bishop of Norwich had barteredY
His faith for a legate's commissionJ
How Lyndhurst afraid to be martyr'dY
Had stooped to a base coalitionJ
How Papists are cased from compassionJ
By bigotry stronger than steelZ
How burning would soon come in fashionJ
And how very bad it must feelZ
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We were all so much touched and excitedA2
By a subject so direly sublimeB2
That the rules of politeness were slightedC2
And we all of us talked at a timeB2
And in tones which each moment grew louderI
Told how we should dress for the showD2
And where we should fasten the powderI
And if we should bellow or noD2
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Thus from subject to subject we ranE2
And the journey passed pleasantly o'erI
Till at last Dr Humdrum beganE2
From that time I remember no moreF2
At Ware he commenced his prelectionE2
In the dullest of clerical dronesG
And when next I regained recollectionE2
We were rambling o'er Trumpington stonesG

Thomas Babbington Macaulay



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