Resolutions Passed At A Late Meeting Of Reverends And Right Reverends Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Resolved to stick to every particleA
Of every Creed and every ArticleA
Reforming naught or great or littleA
We'll stanchly stand by every tittleA
And scorn the swallow of that soulB
Which cannot boldly bolt the wholeB
Resolved that tho' St AthanasiusC
In damning souls is rather spaciousC
Tho' wide and far his curses fallD
Our Church hath stomach for them allD
And those who're not content with suchE
May e'en be damned ten times as muchE
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Resolved such liberal souls are weF
Tho' hating NonconformityF
We yet believe the cash no worse isC
That comes from Nonconformist pursesC
Indifferent whence the money reachesC
The pockets of our reverend breechesC
To us the Jumper's jingling pennyF
Chinks with a tone as sweet as anyF
And even our old friends Yea and NayG
May thro' the nose for ever prayG
If also thro' the nose they'll payG
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Resolved that Hooper LatimerH
And Cranmer all extremely errI
In taking such a low bred viewJ
Of what Lords Spiritual ought to doJ
All owing to the fact poor menK
That Mother Church was modest thenK
Nor knew what golden eggs her gooseC
The Public would in time produceC
One Pisgah peep at modern DurhamL
To far more lordly thoughts would stir 'emL
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Resolved that when we Spiritual LordsC
Whose income just enough affordsC
To keep our Spiritual Lordships coseyF
Are told by Antiquarians prosyF
How ancient Bishops cut up theirsF
Giving the poor the largest sharesF
Our answer is in one short wordM
We think it pious but absurdM
Those good men made the world their debtorH
But we the Church reformed know betterH
And taking all that all can payG
Balance the account the other wayG
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Resolved our thanks profoundly due areN
To last month's Quarterly ReviewerH
Who proves by arguments so clearO
One sees how much he holds per yearO
That England's Church tho' out of dateP
Must still be left to lie in stateP
As dead as rotten and as grand asF
The mummy of King OsymandyasF
All pickled snug the brains drawn outQ
With costly cerements swathed aboutQ
And Touch me not those words terrificR
Scrawled o'er her in good hieroglyphicR

Thomas Moore



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