Late Tithe Case Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DDEEFFGGHHIIJJJJKKDD JJJJLLMMM JJNNJJOODDPP| sic vos non vobis | A |
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| The Vicar of Birmingham desires me to state that in consequence of the passing of a recent Act of Parliament he is compelled to adopt measures which may by some be considered harsh or precipitate but in duty to what he owes to his successors he feels bound to preserve the rights of the vicarage | B |
| Letter from Mr S Powell August | C |
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| No not for yourselves ye reverend men | D |
| Do you take one pig in every ten | D |
| But for Holy Church's future heirs | E |
| Who've an abstract right to that pig as theirs | E |
| The law supposing that such heirs male | F |
| Are already seized of the pig in tail | F |
| No not for himself hath Birmingham's priest | G |
| His well beloved of their pennies fleeced | G |
| But it is that before his prescient eyes | H |
| All future Vicars of Birmingham rise | H |
| With their embryo daughters nephews nieces | I |
| And 'tis for them the poor he fleeces | I |
| He heareth their voices ages hence | J |
| Saying Take the pig oh take the pence | J |
| The cries of little Vicarial dears | J |
| The unborn Birminghamites reach his ears | J |
| And did he resist that soft appeal | K |
| He would not like a true born Vicar feel | K |
| Thou too Lundy of Lackington | D |
| A rector true if e'er there was one | D |
| Who for sake of the Lundies of coming ages | J |
| Gripest the tenths of laborer's wages | J |
| 'Tis true in the pockets of thy small clothes | J |
| The claimed obvention of four pence goes | J |
| But its abstract spirit unconfined | L |
| Spreads to all future Rector kind | L |
| Warning them all to their rights to wake | M |
| And rather to face the block the stake | M |
| Than give up their darling right to take | M |
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| One grain of musk it is said perfumes | J |
| So subtle its spirit a thousand rooms | J |
| And a single four pence pocketed well | N |
| Thro' a thousand rectors' lives will tell | N |
| Then still continue ye reverend souls | J |
| And still as your rich Pactolus rolls | J |
| Grasp every penny on every side | O |
| From every wretch to swell its tide | O |
| Remembering still what the Law lays down | D |
| In that pure poetic style of its own | D |
| If the parson in esse submits to loss he | P |
| Inflicts the same on the parson in posse | P |
Thomas Moore
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