From The Hon. Henry ----, To Lady Emma ---- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDCDEFEF EEBEBEGGBB HHHHGGECECCCIIHCJC CCKLEECCBBEEEE BParis March | A |
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You bid me explain my dear angry Ma'amselle | B |
How I came thus to bolt without saying farewell | B |
And the truth is as truth you will have my sweet railer | C |
There are two worthy persons I always feel loath | D |
To take leave of at starting my mistress and tailor | C |
As somehow one always has scenes with them both | D |
The Snip in ill humor the Syren in tears | E |
She calling on Heaven and he on the attorney | F |
Till sometimes in short 'twixt his duns and his dears | E |
A young gentleman risks being stopt in his journey | F |
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But to come to the point tho' you think I dare say | E |
That 'tis debt or the Cholera drives me away | E |
'Pon honor you're wrong such a mere bagatelle | B |
As a pestilence nobody now a days fears | E |
And the fact is my love I'm thus bolting pell mell | B |
To get out of the way of these horrid new Peers | E |
This deluge of coronets frightful to think of | G |
Which England is now for her sins on the brink of | G |
This coinage of nobles coined all of 'em badly | B |
And sure to bring Counts to a dis count most sadly | B |
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Only think to have Lords over running the nation | H |
As plenty as frogs in a Dutch inundation | H |
No shelter from Barons from Earls no protection | H |
And tadpole young Lords too in every direction | H |
Things created in haste just to make a Court list of | G |
Two legs and a coronet all they consist of | G |
The prospect's quite frightful and what Sir George Rose | E |
My particular friend says is perfectly true | C |
That so dire the alternative nobody knows | E |
'Twixt the Peers and the Pestilence what he's to do | C |
And Sir George even doubts could he choose his disorder | C |
'Twixt coffin and coronet which he would order | C |
This being the case why I thought my dear Emma | I |
'Twere best to fight shy of so curst a dilemma | I |
And tho' I confess myself somewhat a villain | H |
To've left idol mio without an addio | C |
Console your sweet heart and a week hence from Milan | J |
I'll send you some news of Bellini's last trio | C |
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N B Have just packt up my travelling set out | C |
Things a tourist in Italy can't go without | C |
Viz a pair of gants gras from old Houbigant's shop | K |
Good for hands that the air of Mont Cenis might chap | L |
Small presents for ladies and nothing so wheedles | E |
The creatures abroad as your golden eyed needles | E |
A neat pocket Horace by which folks are cozened | C |
To think one knows Latin when one perhaps doesn't | C |
With some little book about heathen mythology | B |
Just large enough to refresh one's theology | B |
Nothing on earth being half such a bore as | E |
Not knowing the difference 'twixt Virgins and Floras | E |
Once more love farewell best regards to the girls | E |
And mind you beware of damp feet and new Earls | E |
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HENRY | B |
Thomas Moore
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