Poet Thomas Moore

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Epistle From Captain Rock To Lord Lyndhurst Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCCDD EEFFDDGGHH IIJJKKLMNNAAOPQQRRSS TTUV WWFPXXPPYY PPGGPPZZA2A2

Dear Lyndhurst you'll pardon my making thus freeA
But form is all fudge 'twixt such comrogues as weA
Who whate'er the smooth views we in public may drive atB
Have both the same praiseworthy object in privateC
Namely never to let the old regions of riotC
Where Rock hath long reigned have one instant of quietC
But keep Ireland still in that liquid we've taught herD
To love more than meat drink or clothing hot waterD
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All the difference betwixt you and me as I take itE
Is simply that you make the law and I break itE
And never of big wigs and small were there twoF
Played so well into each other's hands as we doF
Insomuch that the laws you and yours manufactureD
Seem all made express for the Rock boys to fractureD
Not Birmingham's self to her shame be it spokenG
E'er made things more neatly contrived to be brokenG
And hence I confess in this island religiousH
The breakage of laws and of heads is prodigiousH
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And long may it thrive my Ex Bigwig say II
Tho' of late much I feared all our fun was gone byI
As except when some tithe hunting parson showed sportJ
Some rector a cool hand at pistols and portJ
Who keeps dry his powder but never himselfK
One who leaving his Bible to rust on the shelfK
Sends his pious texts home in the shape of ball cartridgesL
Shooting his dearly beloved like partridgesM
Except when some hero of this sort turned outN
Or the Exchequer sent flaming its tithe writs aboutN
A contrivance more neat I may say without flatteryA
Than e'er yet was thought of for bloodshed and batteryA
So neat that even I might be proud I allowO
To have bit off so rich a receipt for a rowP
Except for such rigs turning up now and thenQ
I was actually growing the dullest of menQ
And had this blank fit been allowed to increaseR
Might have snored myself down to a Justice of PeaceR
Like you Reformation in Church and in StateS
Is the thing of all things I most cordially hateS
If once these curst Ministers do as they likeT
All's o'er my good Lord with your wig and my pikeT
And one may be hung up on t'other henceforthU
Just to show what such Captains and Chancellors were worthV
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But we must not despair even already Hope seesW
You're about my bold Baron to kick up a breezeW
Of the true baffling sort such as suits me and youF
Who have boxt the whole compass of party right thro'P
And care not one farthing as all the world knowsX
So we but raise the wind from what quarter it blowsX
Forgive me dear Lord that thus rudely I dareP
My own small resources with thine to compareP
Not even Jerry Diddler in raising the wind durstY
Complete for one instant with thee my dear LyndhurstY
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But hark there's a shot some parsonic practitionerP
No merely a bran new Rebellion CommissionerP
The Courts having now with true law eruditionG
Put even Rebellion itself in commissionG
As seldom in this way I'm any man's debtorP
I'll just pay my shot and then fold up this letterP
In the mean time hurrah for the Tories and RocksZ
Hurrah for the parsons who fleece well their flocksZ
Hurrah for all mischief in all ranks and spheresA2
And above all hurrah for that dear House of PeersA2

Thomas Moore



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