Captain Rock In London. Letter From The Captain To Terry Alt, Esq.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDCCEEFFGG HHHIIJJKK LLMMNOOOKKPPQQRRJJSS GHTT| Here I am at headquarters dear Terry once more | A |
| Deep in Tory designs as I've oft been before | A |
| For bless them if 'twasn't for this wrong headed crew | B |
| You and I Terry Alt would scarce know what to do | B |
| So ready they're always when dull we are growing | C |
| To set our old concert of discord a going | C |
| While Lyndhurst's the lad with his Tory Whig face | D |
| To play in such concert the true double base | D |
| I had feared this old prop of my realm was beginning | C |
| To tire of his course of political sinning | C |
| And like Mother Cole when her heyday was past | E |
| Meant by way of a change to try virtue at last | E |
| But I wronged the old boy who as staunchly derides | F |
| All reform in himself as in most things besides | F |
| And by using two faces thro' life all allow | G |
| Has acquired face sufficient for any thing now | G |
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| In short he's all right and if mankind's old foe | H |
| My Lord Harry himself who's the leader we know | H |
| Of another red hot Opposition below | H |
| If that Lord in his well known discernment but spares | I |
| Me and Lyndhurst to look after Ireland's affairs | I |
| We shall soon such a region of devilment make it | J |
| That Old Nick himself for his own may mistake it | J |
| Even already long life to such Bigwigs say I | K |
| For as long as they flourish we Rocks cannot die | K |
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| He has served our right riotous cause by a speech | L |
| Whose perfection of mischief he only could reach | L |
| As it shows off both his and my merits alike | M |
| Both the swell of the wig and the point of the pike | M |
| Mixes up with a skill which one can't but admire | N |
| The lawyer's cool craft with the incendiary's fire | O |
| And enlists in the gravest most plausible manner | O |
| Seven millions of souls under Rockery's banner | O |
| Oh Terry my man let this speech never die | K |
| Thro' the regions of Rockland like flame let it fly | K |
| Let each syllable dark the Law Oracle uttered | P |
| By all Tipperary's wild echoes be muttered | P |
| Till naught shall be heard over hill dale or flood | Q |
| But You're aliens in language in creed and in blood | Q |
| While voices from sweet Connemara afar | R |
| Shall answer like true Irish echoes We are | R |
| And tho' false be the cry and the sense must abhor it | J |
| Still the echoes may quote Law authority for it | J |
| And naught Lyndhurst cares for my spread of dominion | S |
| So he in the end touches cash for the opinion | S |
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| But I've no time for more my dear Terry just now | G |
| Being busy in helping these Lords thro' their row | H |
| They're bad hands at mob work but once they begin | T |
| They'll have plenty of practice to break them well in | T |
Thomas Moore
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