Awful Event. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDDD DDEE DDFFGGGGFF DDDDDDFF

Yes Winchelsea I tremble while I pen itA
Winehelsea's Earl hath cut the British SenateB
Hath said to England's Peers in accent gruffC
That for ye all snapping his fingers and exit in a huffC
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Disastrous news like that of old which spreadD
From shore to shore our mighty Pan is deadD
O'er the cross benches cross from being crostD
Sounds the loud wail Our Winchelsea is lostD
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Which of ye Lords that heard him can forgetD
The deep impression of that awful threatD
I quit your house midst all that histories tellE
I know but one event that's parallelE
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It chanced at Drury Lane one Easter nightD
When the gay gods too blest to be politeD
Gods at their ease like those of learned LucretiusF
Laught whistled groaned uproariously facetiousF
A well drest member of the middle galleryG
Whose ears polite disdained such low canaillerieG
Rose in his place so grand you'd almost swearG
Lord Winchelsea himself stood towering thereG
And like that Lord of dignity and nousF
Said Silence fellows or I'll leave the houseF
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How brookt the gods this speech Ah well a dayD
That speech so fine should be so thrown awayD
In vain did this mid gallery grandeeD
Assert his own two shilling dignityD
In vain he menaced to withdraw the rayD
Of his own full price countenance awayD
Fun against Dignity is fearful oddsF
And as the Lords laugh now so giggled then the godsF

Thomas Moore



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