Lord Henley And St. Cecilia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD AEAE BCBC AFAF AGAG ABAB ACAC ACAC GHGH BABA AIAI| in Metii decenaat Judicis aures | A |
| HORAT | B |
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| As snug in his bed Lord Henley lay | C |
| Revolving much his own renown | D |
| And hoping to add thereto a ray | C |
| By putting duets and anthems down | D |
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| Sudden a strain of choral sounds | A |
| Mellifluous o'er his senses stole | E |
| Whereat the Reformer muttered Zounds | A |
| For he loathed sweet music with all his soul | E |
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| Then starting up he saw a sight | B |
| That well might shock so learned a snorer | C |
| Saint Cecilia robed in light | B |
| With a portable organ slung before her | C |
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| And round were Cherubs on rainbow wings | A |
| Who his Lordship feared might tire of flitting | F |
| So begged they'd sit but ah poor things | A |
| They'd none of them got the means of sitting | F |
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| Having heard said the Saint you're fond of hymns | A |
| And indeed that musical snore betrayed you | G |
| Myself and my choir of cherubims | A |
| Are come for a while to serenade you | G |
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| In vain did the horrified Henley say | A |
| 'Twas all a mistake she was misdirected | B |
| And point to a concert over the way | A |
| Where fiddlers and angels were expected | B |
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| In vain the Saint could see in his looks | A |
| She civilly said much tuneful lore | C |
| So at once all opened their music books | A |
| And herself and her Cherubs set off at score | C |
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| All night duets terzets quartets | A |
| Nay long quintets most dire to hear | C |
| Ay and old motets and canzonets | A |
| And glees in sets kept boring his ear | C |
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| He tried to sleep but it wouldn't do | G |
| So loud they squalled he must attend to 'em | H |
| Tho' Cherubs' songs to his cost he knew | G |
| Were like themselves and had no end to 'em | H |
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| Oh judgment dire on judges bold | B |
| Who meddle with music's sacred strains | A |
| Judge Midas tried the same of old | B |
| And was punisht like Henley for his pains | A |
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| But worse on the modern judge alas | A |
| Is the sentence launched from Apollo's throne | I |
| For Midas was given the ears of an ass | A |
| While Henley is doomed to keep his own | I |
Thomas Moore
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