Poet Thomas Moore

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An Expostulation To Lord King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDF GHGH GIGJ KLKL MNMN GGGG OPQR SHST UVHV

How can you my Lord thus delight to torment allA
The Peers of realm about cheapening their cornB
When you know if one hasn't a very high rentalC
'Tis hardly worth while being very high bornB
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Why bore them so rudely each night of your lifeD
On a question my Lord there's so much to abhor inE
A question like asking one How is your wifeD
At once so confounded domestic and foreignF
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As to weavers no matter how poorly they feastG
But Peers and such animals fed up for showH
Like the well physick'd elephant lately deceas'dG
Take wonderful quantum of cramming you knowH
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You might see my dear Baron how bor'd and distrestG
Were their high noble hearts by your merciless taleI
When the force of the agony wrung even a jestG
From the frugal Scotch wit of my Lord L d d leJ
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Bright Peer to whom Nature and Berwickshire gaveK
A humour endow'd with effects so provokingL
That when the whole House looks unusually graveK
You may always conclude that Lord L d d le's jokingL
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And then those unfortunate weavers of PerthM
Not to know the vast difference Providence doomsN
Between weavers of Perth and Peers of high birthM
'Twixt those who have heir looms and those who've but loomsN
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To talk now of starving as great Ath l saidG
and nobles all cheer'd and the bishops all wonder'dG
When some years ago he and others had fedG
Of these same hungry devils about fifteen hundredG
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It follows from hence and the Duke's very wordsO
Should be publish'd wherever poor rogues of this craft areP
That weavers once rescued from starving by LordsQ
Are bound to be starved by said Lords ever afterR
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When Rome was uproarious her knowing patriciansS
Made Bread and the Circus a cure for each rowH
But not so the plan of our noble physiciansS
No Bread and the Tread mill 's the regimen nowT
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So cease my dear Baron of Ockham your proseU
As I shall my poetry neither convincesV
And all we have spoken and written but showH
When you tread on a nobleman's corn how he wincesV

Thomas Moore



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