Horace, Ode Xi. Lib. Ii. Freely Translated By The Prince Regent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB BDEB FFGGBB FHHF IJKJ LLMMND NODDBBBLB PBBBQRRR LLSSFF| A | |
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| Come Yarmouth my boy never trouble your brains | B |
| About what your old crony | C |
| The Emperor Boney | C |
| Is doing or brewing on Muscovy's plains | B |
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| Nor tremble my lad at the state of our granaries | B |
| Should there come famine | D |
| Still plenty to cram in | E |
| You always shall have my dear Lord of the Stannaries | B |
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| Brisk let us revel while revel we may | F |
| For the gay bloom of fifty soon passes away | F |
| And then people get fat | G |
| And infirm and all that | G |
| And a wig I confess it so clumsily sits | B |
| That it frightens the little Loves out of their wits | B |
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| Thy whiskers too Yarmouth alas even they | F |
| Tho' so rosy they burn | H |
| Too quickly must turn | H |
| What a heart breaking change for thy whiskers to Grey | F |
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| Then why my Lord Warden oh why should you fidget | I |
| Your mind about matters you don't understand | J |
| Or why should you write yourself down for an idiot | K |
| Because you forsooth have the pen in your hand | J |
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| Think think how much better | L |
| Than scribbling a letter | L |
| Which both you and I | M |
| Should avoid by the by | M |
| How much pleasanter 'tis to sit under the bust | N |
| Of old Charley my friend here and drink like a new one | D |
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| While Charley looks sulky and frowns at me just | N |
| As the Ghost in the Pantomime frowns at Don Juan | O |
| To Crown us Lord Warden | D |
| In Cumberland's garden | D |
| Grows plenty of monk's hood in venomous sprigs | B |
| While Otto of Roses | B |
| Refreshing all noses | B |
| Shall sweetly exhale from our | L |
| whiskers and wigs | B |
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| What youth of the Household will cool our Noyau | P |
| In that streamlet delicious | B |
| That down midst the dishes | B |
| All full of gold fishes | B |
| Romantic doth flow | Q |
| Or who will repair | R |
| Unto Manchester Square | R |
| And see if the gentle Marchesa be there | R |
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| Go bid her haste hither | L |
| And let her bring with her | L |
| The newest No Popery Sermon that's going | S |
| Oh let her come with her dark tresses flowing | S |
| All gentle and juvenile curly and gay | F |
| In the manner of Ackerman's Dresses for May | F |
Thomas Moore
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