St. Jerome On Earth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD EEFFF GGHHFF FFFFCCII JJCCKKKFFFF LLFFFFMMNNOFIRST VISIT | A |
- | |
- | |
- | |
- | |
As St Jerome who died some ages ago | B |
Was sitting one day in the shades below | B |
I've heard much of English bishops quoth he | C |
And shall now take a trip to earth to see | C |
How far they agree in their lives and ways | D |
With our good old bishops of ancient days | D |
- | |
He had learned but learned without misgivings | E |
Their love for good living and eke good livings | E |
Not knowing as ne'er having taken degrees | F |
That good living means claret and fricassees | F |
While its plural means simply pluralities | F |
- | |
From all I hear said the innocent man | G |
They are quite on the good old primitive plan | G |
For wealth and pomp they little can care | H |
As they all say 'No' to the Episcopal chair | H |
And their vestal virtue it well denotes | F |
That they all good men wear petticoats | F |
- | |
Thus saying post haste to earth he hurries | F |
And knocks at the Archbishop of Canterbury's | F |
The door was oped by a lackey in lace | F |
Saying What's your business with his Grace | F |
His Grace quoth Jerome for posed was he | C |
Not knowing what sort this Grace could be | C |
Whether Grace preventing Grace particular | I |
Grace of that breed called Quinquarticular | I |
- | |
In short he rummaged his holy mind | J |
The exact description of Grace to find | J |
Which thus could represented be | C |
By a footman in full livery | C |
At last out loud in a laugh he broke | K |
For dearly the good saint loved his joke | K |
And said surveying as sly he spoke | K |
The costly palace from roof to base | F |
Well it isn't at least a saving Grace | F |
Umph said the lackey a man of few words | F |
The Archbishop is gone to the House of Lords | F |
- | |
To the House of the Lord you mean my son | L |
For in my time at least there was but one | L |
Unless such many fold priests as these | F |
Seek even in their LORD pluralities | F |
No time for gab quoth the man in lace | F |
Then slamming the door in St Jerome's face | F |
With a curse to the single knockers all | M |
Went to finish his port in the servants' hall | M |
And propose a toast humanely meant | N |
To include even Curates in its extent | N |
To all as serves the Establishment | O |
Thomas Moore
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about St. Jerome On Earth poem by Thomas Moore
Best Poems of Thomas Moore