The Fudges In England. Letter Iii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ---- Poem Rhyme Scheme

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STANZAS ENCLOSED	A
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TO MY SHADOW OR WHY WHAT HOW	B
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Dark comrade of my path while earth and sky	C
Thus wed their charms in bridal light arrayed	D
Why in this bright hour walkst thou ever nigh	C
Blackening my footsteps with thy length of shade	D
Dark comrade WHY	C
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Thou mimic Shape that mid these flowery scenes	E
Glidest beside me o'er each sunny spot	F
Saddening them as thou goest say what means	E
So dark an adjunct to so bright a lot	F
Grim goblin WHAT	G
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Still as to pluck sweet flowers I bend my brow	B
Thou bendest too then risest when I rise	H
Say mute mysterious Thing how is't that thou	B
Thus comest between me and those blessed skies	H
Dim shadow HOW	B
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ADDITIONAL STANZA BY ANOTHER HAND	I
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Thus said I to that Shape far less in grudge	J
Than gloom of soul while as I eager cried	K
Oh Why What How a Voice that one might judge	J
To be some Irish echo's faint replied	K
Oh fudge fudge fudge	J
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You have here dearest Coz my last lyric effusion	L
And with it that odious additional stanza	M
Which Aunt will insist I must keep as conclusion	L
And which you'll at once see is Mr Magan's a	M
Most cruel and dark designed extravaganza	M
And part of that plot in which he and my Aunt are	N
To stifle the flights of my genius by banter	O
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Just so 'twas with Byron's young eagle eyed strain	L
Just so did they taunt him but vain critics vain	L
All your efforts to saddle Wit's fire with a chain	L
To blot out the splendor of Fancy's young stream	P
Or crop in its cradle her newly fledged beam	P
Thou perceivest dear that even while these lines I indite	Q
Thoughts burn brilliant fancies break out wrong or right	Q
And I'm all over poet in Criticism's spite	Q
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That my Aunt who deals only in Psalms and regards	R
Messrs Sternhold and Co as the first of all bards	R
That she should make light of my works I can't blame	S
But that nice handsome odious Magan what a shame	S
Do you know dear that high as on most points I rate him	T
I'm really afraid after all I must hate him	T
He is so provoking naught's safe from his tongue	U
He spares no one authoress ancient or young	U
Were you Sappho herself and in Keepsake or Bijou	J
Once shone as contributor Lord how he'd quiz you	V
He laughs at all Monthlies I've actually seen	L
A sneer on his brow at The Court Magazine	L
While of Weeklies poor things there's but one he peruses	R
And buys every book which that Weekly abuses	R
But I care not how others such sarcasm may fear	W
One spirit at least will not bend to his sneer	W
And tho' tried by the fire my young genius shall burn as	R
Uninjured as crucified gold in the furnace	R
I suspect the word crucified must be made crucible	X
Before this fine image of mine is producible	X
And now dear to tell you a secret which pray	Y
Only trust to such friends as with safety you may	Y
You know and indeed the whole country suspects	R
Tho' the Editor often my best things rejects	R
That the verses signed so symbol hand which you now and then see	R
In our County Gazette vide last are by me	R
But 'tis dreadful to think what provoking mistakes	R
The vile country Press in one's prosody makes	R
For you know dear I may without vanity hint	Z
Tho' an angel should write still 'tis devils must print	Z
And you can't think what havoc these demons sometimes	R
Choose to make of one's sense and what's worse of one's rhymes	R
But a week or two since in my Ode upon Spring	A2
Which I meant to have made a most beautiful thing	A2
Where I talkt of the dewdrops from freshly blown roses	R
The nasty things made it from freshly blown noses	R
And once when to please my cross Aunt I had tried	K
To commemorate some saint of her cligue who'd just died	K
Having said he had taken up in heaven his position	L
They made it he'd taken up to heaven his physician	L
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This is very disheartening but brighter days shine	L
I rejoice love to say both for me and the Nine	L
For what do you think so delightful next year	W
Oh prepare dearest girl for the grand news prepare	B2
I'm to write in The Keepsake yes Kitty my dear	W
To write in The Keepsake as sure as you're there	B2
T' other night at a Ball 'twas my fortunate chance	R
With a very nice elderly Dandy to dance	R
Who 'twas plain from some hints which I now and then caught	F
Was the author of something one couldn't tell what	G
But his satisfied manner left no room to doubt	C2
It was something that Colburn had lately brought out	C2
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We conversed of belles lettres thro' all the quadrille	X
Of poetry dancing of prose standing still	X
Talkt of Intellect's march whether right 'twas or wrong	D2
And then settled the point in a bold en avant	E2
In the course of this talk 'twas that having just hinted	F2
That I too had Poems which longed to be printed	F2
He protested kind man he had seen at first sight	Q
I was actually born in The Keepsake to write	Q
In the Annals of England let some he said shine	L
But a place in her Annuals Lady be thine	L
Even now future 'Keepsakes' seem brightly to rise	R
Thro' the vista of years as I gaze on those eyes	R
All lettered and prest and of large paper size	R
How unlike that Magan who my genius would smother	O
And how we true geniuses find out each other	O
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This and much more he said with that fine frenzied glance	R
One so rarely now sees as we slid thro' the dance	R
Till between us 'twas finally fixt that next year	W
In this exquisite task I my pen should engage	J
And at parting he stoopt down and lispt in my ear	G2
These mystical words which I could but just hear	G2
Terms for rhyme if it's prime ten and sixpence per page	J
Think Kitty my dear if I heard his words right	Q
What a mint of half guineas this small head contains	R
If for nothing to write is itself a delight	Q
Ye Gods what a bliss to be paid for one's strains	R
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Having dropt the dear fellow a courtesy profound	H2
Off at once to inquire all about him I ran	L
And from what I could learn do you know dear I've found	H2
That he's quite a new species of literary man	L
One whose task is to what will not fashion accustom us	R
To edit live authors as if they were posthumous	R
For instance the plan to be sure is the oddest	I2
If any young he or she author feels modest	I2
In venturing abroad this kind gentleman usher	O
Lends promptly a hand to the interesting blusher	O
Indites a smooth Preface brings merit to light	Q
Which else might by accident shrink out of sight	Q
And in short renders readers and critics polite	Q
My Aunt says tho' scarce on such points one can credit her	O
He was Lady Jane Thingumbob's last novel's editor	O
'Tis certain the fashion's but newly invented	F2
And quick as the change of all things and all names is	R
Who knows but as authors like girls are presented	F2
We girls may be edited soon at St James's	R
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I must now close my letter there's Aunt in full screech	J2
Wants to take me to hear some great Irvingite preach	J2
God forgive me I'm not much inclined I must say	Y
To go and sit still to be preached at to day	Y
And besides 'twill be all against dancing no doubt	C2
Which my poor Aunt abhors with such hatred devout	C2
That so far from presenting young nymphs with a head	K2
For their skill in the dance as of Herod is said	K2
She'd wish their own heads in the platter instead	K2
There again coming Ma'am I'll write more if I can	L
Before the post goes	R
Your affectionate Fan	L
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Four o'clock	L2
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Such a sermon tho' not about dancing my dear	O
'Twas only on the end of the world being near	O
Eighteen Hundred and Forty's the year that some state	M2
As the time for that accident some Forty Eight	M2
And I own of the two I'd prefer much the latter	O
As then I shall be an old maid and 'twon't matter	O
Once more love good by I've to make a new cap	N2
But am now so dead tired with this horrid mishap	N2
Of the end of the world that I must take a nap	N2

Thomas Moore

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