The Fudge Family In Paris Letter Xi. From Phelim Connor To ----. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHIJJKLKMMNNOOPPQ QQRRASTTUUFF VVWWGGGG| Yes 'twas a cause as noble and as great | A |
| As ever hero died to vindicate | A |
| A Nation's right to speak a Nation's voice | B |
| And own no power but of the Nation's choice | B |
| Such was the grand the glorious cause that now | C |
| Hung trembling on NAPOLEON'S single brow | C |
| Such the sublime arbitrament that poured | D |
| In patriot eyes a light around his sword | D |
| A hallowing light which never since the day | E |
| Of his young victories had illumed its way | E |
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| Oh 'twas not then the time for tame debates | F |
| Ye men of Gaul when chains were at your gates | F |
| When he who late had fled your Chieftain's eye | G |
| As geese from eagles on Mount Taurus fly | G |
| Denounced against the land that spurned his chain | H |
| Myriads of swords to bind it fast again | I |
| Myriads of fierce invading swords to track | J |
| Thro' your best blood his path of vengeance back | J |
| When Europe's Kings that never yet combined | K |
| But like those upper Stars that when conjoined | L |
| Shed war and pestilence to scourge mankind | K |
| Gathered around with hosts from every shore | M |
| Hating NAPOLEON much but Freedom more | M |
| And in that coming strife appalled to see | N |
| The world yet left one chance for liberty | N |
| No 'twas not then the time to weave a net | O |
| Of bondage round your Chief to curb and fret | O |
| Your veteran war horse pawing for the fight | P |
| When every hope was in his speed and might | P |
| To waste the hour of action in dispute | Q |
| And coolly plan how freedom's boughs should shoot | Q |
| When your Invader's axe was at the root | Q |
| No sacred Liberty that God who throws | R |
| Thy light around like His own sunshine knows | R |
| How well I love thee and how deeply hate | A |
| All tyrants upstart and Legitimate | S |
| Yet in that hour were France my native land | T |
| I would have followed with quick heart and hand | T |
| NAPOLEON NERO ay no matter whom | U |
| To snatch my country from that damning doom | U |
| That deadliest curse that on the conquered waits | F |
| A Conqueror's satrap throned within her gates | F |
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| True he was false despotic all you please | V |
| Had trampled down man's holiest liberties | V |
| Had by a genius formed for nobler things | W |
| Than lie within the grasp of vulgar Kings | W |
| But raised the hopes of men as eaglets fly | G |
| With tortoises aloft into the sky | G |
| To dash them down again more shatteringly | G |
| All this I own but still | G |
Thomas Moore
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