Lament For The Loss Of Lord Bathurst's Tail Poem Rhyme Scheme

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All in again unlookt for bliss	B
Yet ah one adjunct still we miss	B
One tender tie attached so long	C
To the same head thro' right and wrong	C
Why Bathurst why didst thou cut off	D
That memorable tail of thine	E
Why as if one was not enough	F
Thy pig tie with thy place resign	E
And thus at once both cut and run	G
Alas my Lord 'twas not well done	G
'Twas not indeed tho' sad at heart	H
From office and its sweets to part	H
Yet hopes of coming in again	I
Sweet Tory hopes beguiled our pain	J
But thus to miss that tail of thine	E
Thro' long long years our rallying sign	E
As if the State and all its powers	K
By tenancy in tail were ours	K
To see it thus by scissors fall	L
This was the unkindest cut of all	L
It seemed as tho' the ascendant day	M
Of Toryism had past away	M
And proving Samson's story true	N
She lost her vigor with her queue	N
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Parties are much like fish 'tis said	O
The tail directs them not the head	O
Then how could any party fail	P
That steered its course by Bathurst's tail	P
Not Murat's plume thro' Wagram's fight	Q
E'er shed such guiding glories from it	R
As erst in all true Tories sight	Q
Blazed from our old Colonial comet	S
If you my Lord a Bashaw were	T
As Wellington will be anon	E
Thou mightst have had a tail to spare	U
But no alas thou hadst but one	E
And that like Troy or Babylon	E
A tale of other times is gone	E
Yet weep ye not ye Tories true	N
Fate has not yet of all bereft us	V
Though thus deprived of Bathurst's queue	N
We've Ellenborough's curls still left us	V
Sweet curls from which young Love so vicious	V
His shots as from nine pounders issues	W
Grand glorious curls which in debate	X
Surcharged with all a nation's fate	X
His Lordship shakes as Homer's God did	Y
And oft in thundering talk comes near him	Z
Except that there the speaker nodded	A2
And here 'tis only those who hear him	Z
Long long ye ringlets on the soil	B2
Of that fat cranium may ye flourish	C2
With plenty of Macassar oil	B2
Thro' many a year your growth to nourish	C2
And ah should Time too soon unsheath	D2
His barbarous shears such locks to sever	T
Still dear to Tories even in death	D2
Their last loved relics we'll bequeath	D2
A hair loom to our sons for ever	T

Thomas Moore

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