Musings. Suggested By The Late Promotion Of Mrs. Nethercoat. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFEFEGEEHH IIEE GGHEHEJHJHFHFH KKFKFFThe widow of Nethercoat is appointed jailer of Loughrea in the room of her deceased husband Limerick Chronicle | A |
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Whether as queens or subjects in these days | B |
Women seem formed to grace alike each station | C |
As Captain Flaherty gallantly says | D |
You ladies are the lords of the creation | C |
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Thus o'er my mind did prescient visions float | E |
Of all that matchless woman yet may be | F |
When hark in rumors less and less remote | E |
Came the glad news o'er Erin's ambient sea | F |
The important news that Mrs Nethercoat | E |
Had been appointed jailer of Loughrea | G |
Yes mark it History Nethercoat is dead | E |
And Mrs N now rules his realm instead | E |
Hers the high task to wield the uplocking keys | H |
To rivet rogues and reign o'er Rapparees | H |
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Thus while your blusterers of the Tory school | I |
Find Ireland's sanest sons so hard to rule | I |
One meek eyed matron in Whig doctrines nurst | E |
Is all that's askt to curb the maddest worst | E |
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Show me the man that dares with blushless brow | G |
Prate about Erin's rage and riot now | G |
Now when her temperance forms her sole excess | H |
When long loved whiskey fading from her sight | E |
Small by degrees and beautifully less | H |
Will soon like other spirits vanish quite | E |
When of red coats the number's grown so small | J |
That soon to cheer the warlike parson's eyes | H |
No glimpse of scarlet will be seen at all | J |
Save that which she of Babylon supplies | H |
Or at the most a corporal's guard will be | F |
Of Ireland's red defence the sole remains | H |
While of its jails bright woman keeps the key | F |
And captive Paddies languish in her chains | H |
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Long may such lot be Erin's long be mine | K |
Oh yes if even this world tho' bright it shine | K |
In Wisdom's eyes a prison house must be | F |
At least let woman's hand our fetters twine | K |
And blithe I'll sing more joyous than if free | F |
The Nethercoats the Nethercoats for me | F |
Thomas Moore
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