Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Vi. The Little Grand Lama Poem Rhyme Scheme

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PROEM	A
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Novella a young Bolognese	B
The daughter of a learned Law Doctor	C
Who had with all the subtleties	D
Of old and modern jurists stockt her	C
Was so exceeding fair 'tis said	E
And over hearts held such dominion	F
That when her father sick in bed	E
Or busy sent her in his stead	E
To lecture on the Code Justinian	F
She had a curtain drawn before her	C
Lest if her charms were seen the students	G
Should let their young eyes wander o'er her	C
And quite forget their jurisprudence	H
Just so it is with Truth when seen	F
Too dazzling far 'tis from behind	I
A light thin allegoric screen	F
She thus can safest leach mankind	I
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FABLE	J
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In Thibet once there reigned we're told	K
A little Lama one year old	K
Raised to the throne that realm to bless	L
Just when his little Holiness	M
Had cut as near as can be reckoned	N
Some say his first tooth some his second	N
Chronologers and Nurses vary	B
Which proves historians should be wary	B
We only know the important truth	O
His Majesty had cut a tooth	O
And much his subjects were enchanted	P
As well all Lamas' subjects may be	B
And would have given their heads if wanted	Q
To make tee totums for the baby	B
Throned as he was by Right Divine	F
What Lawyers call Jure Divino	F
Meaning a right to yours and mine	F
And everybody's goods and rhino	F
Of course his faithful subjects' purses	R
Were ready with their aids and succors	R
Nothing was seen but pensioned Nurses	R
And the land groaned with bibs and tuckers	R
	-
Oh had there been a Hume or Bennet	S
Then sitting in the Thibet Senate	T
Ye Gods what room for long debates	R
Upon the Nursery Estimates	R
What cutting down of swaddling clothes	R
And pinafores in nightly battles	R
What calls for papers to expose	R
The waste of sugar plums and rattles	R
But no if Thibet had M P s	R
They were far better bred than these	R
Nor gave the slightest opposition	F
During the Monarch's whole dentition	F
	-
But short this calm for just when he	B
Had reached the alarming age of three	B
When Royal natures and no doubt	U
Those of all noble beasts break out	U
The Lama who till then was quiet	T
Showed symptoms of a taste for riot	T
And ripe for mischief early late	V
Without regard for Church or State	V
Made free with whosoe'er came nigh	W
Tweakt the Lord Chancellor by the nose	R
Turned all the Judges' wigs awry	W
And trod on the old Generals' toes	R
Pelted the Bishops with hot buns	R
Rode cock horse on the City maces	R
And shot from little devilish guns	R
Hard peas into the subjects' faces	R
In short such wicked pranks he played	X
And' grew so mischievous God bless him	A
That his Chief Nurse with even the aid	X
Of an Archbishop was afraid	X
When in these moods to comb or dress him	A
Nay even the persons most inclined	I
Thro' thick and thin for Kings to stickle	J
Thought him if they'd but speak their mind	I
Which they did not an odious pickle	J
	-
At length some patriot lords a breed	Y
Of animals they've got in Thibet	Y
Extremely rare and fit indeed	Y
For folks like Pidcock to exhibit	Y
Some patriot lords who saw the length	Z
To which things went combined their strength	Z
And penned a manly plain and free	B
Remonstrance to the Nursery	B
Protesting warmly that they yielded	Y
To none that ever went before 'em	A
In loyalty to him who wielded	Y
The hereditary pap spoon o'er 'em	A
That as for treason 'twas a thing	A2
That made them almost sick to think of	B2
That they and theirs stood by the King	A2
Throughout his measles and his chincough	B2
When others thinking him consumptive	B2
Had ratted to the Heir Presumptive	B2
But still tho' much admiring Kings	R
And chiefly those in leading strings	R
They saw with shame and grief of soul	C2
There was no longer now the wise	R
And constitutional control	C2
Of birch before their ruler's eyes	R
But that of late such pranks and tricks	R
And freaks occurred the whole day long	D2
As all but men with bishoprics	R
Allowed in even a King were wrong	D2
Wherefore it was they humbly prayed	Y
That Honorable Nursery	B
That such reforms be henceforth made	Y
As all good men desired to see	B
In other words lest they might seem	A
Too tedious as the gentlest scheme	A
For putting all such pranks to rest	Y
And in its bud the mischief nipping	A2
They ventured humbly to suggest	Y
His Majesty should have a whipping	A2
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When this was read no Congreve rocket	Y
Discharged into the Gallic trenches	R
E'er equalled the tremendous shock it	Y
Produced upon the Nursery benches	R
The Bishops who of course had votes	R
By right of age and petticoats	R
Were first and foremost in the fuss	R
What whip a Lama suffer birch	E2
To touch his sacred infamous	R
Deistical assailing thus	R
The fundamentals of the Church	E2
No no such patriot plans as these	R
So help them Heaven and their Sees	R
They held to be rank blasphemies	R
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The alarm thus given by these and other	C
Grave ladies of the Nursery side	Y
Spread thro' the land till such a pother	C
Such party squabbles far and wide	Y
Never in history's page had been	F
Recorded as were then between	F
The Whippers and Non whippers seen	F
Till things arriving at a state	Y
Which gave some fears of revolution	F
The patriot lords' advice tho' late	Y
Was put at last in execution	F
The Parliament of Thibet met	Y
The little Lama called before it	Y
Did then and there his whipping get	Y
And as the Nursery Gazette	Y
Assures us like a hero bore it	Y
	-
And tho' 'mong Thibet Tories some	A
Lament that Royal Martyrdom	A
Please to observe the letter D	B
In this last word's pronounced like B	B
Yet to the example of that Prince	R
So much is Thibet's land a debtor	C
That her long line of Lamas since	R
Have all behaved themselves much better	C

Thomas Moore

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