The Euthanasia Of Van Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CACA DEDE FGFG HIHI JKLK MNMO HHHH PQPQ RSHS THTH| We are told that the bigots are growing old and fast wearing out If it be so why not let us die in peace | A |
| LORD BEXLEY'S Letter to the Freeholders of Kent | B |
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| Stop Intellect in mercy stop | C |
| Ye curst improvements cease | A |
| And let poor Nick Vansittart drop | C |
| Into his grave in peace | A |
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| Hide Knowledge hide thy rising sun | D |
| Young Freedom veil thy head | E |
| Let nothing good be thought or done | D |
| Till Nick Vansittart's dead | E |
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| Take pity on a dotard's fears | F |
| Who much doth light detest | G |
| And let his last few drivelling years | F |
| Be dark as were the rest | G |
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| You too ye fleeting one pound notes | H |
| Speed not so fast away | I |
| Ye rags on which old Nicky gloats | H |
| A few months longer stay | I |
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| Together soon or much I err | J |
| You both from life may go | K |
| The notes unto the scavenger | L |
| And Nick to Nick below | K |
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| Ye Liberals whate'er your plan | M |
| Be all reforms suspended | N |
| In compliment to dear old Van | M |
| Let nothing bad be mended | O |
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| Ye Papists whom oppression wrings | H |
| Your cry politely cease | H |
| And fret your hearts to fiddle strings | H |
| That Van may die in peace | H |
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| So shall he win a fame sublime | P |
| By few old rag men gained | Q |
| Since all shall own in Nicky's time | P |
| Nor sense nor justice reigned | Q |
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| So shall his name thro' ages past | R |
| And dolts ungotten yet | S |
| Date from the days of Nicholas | H |
| With fond and sad regret | S |
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| And sighing say Alas had he | T |
| Been spared from Pluto's bowers | H |
| The blessed reign of Bigotry | T |
| And Rags might still be ours | H |
Thomas Moore
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