From The Hon. Henry ----, To Lady Emma ---- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDCDEFEF EEBEBEGGBB HHHHGGECECCCIIHCJC CCKLEECCBBEEEE B| Paris 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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