New Creation Of Peers. Batch The First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAB BBBB BBBB CDCD EFEF DGDG AFHF IAIA BJBK LDFD BMBM LNLN

His 'prentice han'A
He tried on manA
And then he made the lassesB
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And now quoth the Minister eased of his panicsB
And ripe for each pastime the summer affordsB
Having had our full swing at destroying mechanicsB
By way of set off let us make a few LordsB
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'Tis pleasant while nothing but mercantile fracturesB
Some simple some compound is dinned in our earsB
To think that tho' robbed all coarse manufacturesB
We still have our fine manufacture of PeersB
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Those Gotielin productions which Kings take a prideC
In engrossing the whole fabrication and trade ofD
Choice tapestry things very grand on one sideC
But showing on t'other what rags they are made ofD
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The plan being fixt raw material was soughtE
No matter how middling if Tory the creed beF
And first to begin with Squire W 'twas thoughtE
For a Lord was as raw a material as need beF
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Next came with his penchant for painting and pelfD
The tasteful Sir Charles so renowned far and nearG
For purchasing pictures and selling himselfD
And both as the public well knows very dearG
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Beside him Sir John comes with equal clat inA
Stand forth chosen pair while for titles we measure yeF
Both connoisseur baronets both fond of drawingH
Sir John after nature Sir Charles on the TreasuryF
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But bless us behold a new candidate comeI
In his hand he upholds a prescription new writtenA
He poiseth a pill box 'twixt finger and thumbI
And he asketh a seat 'mong the Peers of Great BritainA
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Forbid it cried Jenky ye Viscounts ye EarlsB
Oh Rank how thy glories would fall disenchantedJ
If coronets glistend with pills stead of pearlsB
And the strawberry leaves were by rhubarb supplantedK
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No ask it not ask it not dear Doctor HolfordL
If naught but a Peerage can gladden thy lifeD
And young Master Holford as yet is too small for'tF
Sweet Doctor we'll make a she Peer of thy wifeD
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Next to bearing a coronet on our own browsB
Is to bask in its light from the brows of anotherM
And grandeur o'er thee shall reflect from thy spouseB
As o'er Vesey Fitzgerald 'twill shine thro' his motherM
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Thus ended the First Batch and Jenky much tiredL
It being no joke to make Lords by the heapN
Took a large dram of ether the same that inspiredL
His speech 'gainst the Papists and prosed off to sleepN

Thomas Moore



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