A Dream Of Hindostan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABAACDEDEEFEF GGHAHAAA IJKKLLEEMMMAAMFFNNMM MM MOMMOrisum tenaetis amici | A |
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The longer one lives the more one learns | A |
Said I as off to sleep I went | B |
Bemused with thinking of Tithe concerns | A |
And reading a book by the Bishop of FERNS | A |
On the Irish Church Establishment | C |
But lo in sleep not long I lay | D |
When Fancy her usual tricks began | E |
And I found myself bewitched away | D |
To a goodly city in Hindostan | E |
A city where he who dares to dine | E |
On aught but rice is deemed a sinner | F |
Where sheep and kine are held divine | E |
And accordingly never drest for dinner | F |
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But how is this I wondering cried | G |
As I walkt that city fair and wide | G |
And saw in every marble street | H |
A row of beautiful butchers' shops | A |
What means for men who don't eat meat | H |
This grand display of loins and chops | A |
In vain I askt 'twas plain to see | A |
That nobody dared to answer me | A |
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So on from street to street I strode | I |
And you can't conceive how vastly odd | J |
The butchers lookt a roseate crew | K |
Inshrined in stalls with naught to do | K |
While some on a bench half dozing sat | L |
And the Sacred Cows were not more fat | L |
Still posed to think what all this scene | E |
Of sinecure trade was meant to mean | E |
And pray askt I by whom is paid | M |
The expense of this strange masquerade | M |
The expense oh that's of course defrayed | M |
Said one of these well fed Hecatombers | A |
By yonder rascally rice consumers | A |
What they who mustn't eat meat | M |
No matter | F |
And while he spoke his cheeks grew fatter | F |
The rogues may munch their Paddy crop | N |
But the rogues must still support our shop | N |
And depend upon it the way to treat | M |
Heretical stomachs that thus dissent | M |
Is to burden all that won't eat meat | M |
With a costly MEAT ESTABLISHMENT | M |
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On hearing these words so gravely said | M |
With a volley of laughter loud I shook | O |
And my slumber fled and my dream was sped | M |
And I found I was lying snug in bed | M |
With my nose in the Bishop of FERNS'S book | O |
Thomas Moore
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