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

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IRREGULAR ODE	A
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Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers	B
While yet beneath some northern sky	C
Ungilt by beams ungemmed by showers	B
They wait the breath of summer hours	B
To wake to light each diamond eye	C
And let loose every florid sigh	C
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Bring me the first born ocean waves	D
From out those deep primeval caves	D
Where from the dawn of Time they've lain	E
THE EMBRYOS OF A FUTURE MAIN	E
Untaught as yet young things to speak	F
The language of their PARENT SEA	G
Polyphlysbaean named in Greek	F
Tho' soon too soon in bay and creek	F
Round startled isle and wondering peak	F
They'll thunder loud and long as HE	G
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Bring me from Hecla's iced abode	A
Young fires	B
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I had got dear thus far in my ODE	A
Intending to fill the whole page to the bottom	H
But having invoked such a lot of fine things	I
Flowers billows and thunderbolts rainbows and wings	I
Didn't know what to do with 'em when I had got 'em	H
The truth is my thoughts are too full at this minute	J
Of Past MSS any new ones to try	C
This very night's coach brings my destiny in it	K
Decides the great question to live or to die	C
And whether I'm henceforth immortal or no	L
All depends on the answer of Simpkins and Co	L
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You'll think love I rave so 'tis best to let out	M
The whole secret at once I have publisht a book	N
Yes an actual Book if the marvel you doubt	M
You have only in last Monday's Courier to look	N
And you'll find This day publisht by Simpkins and Co	L
A Romaunt in twelve Cantos entitled 'Woe Woe '	-
By Miss Fanny F known more commonly so symbol hand	O
This I put that my friends mayn't be left in the dark	P
But may guess at my writing by knowing my mark	P
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How I managed at last this great deed to achieve	Q
Is itself a Romaunt which you'd scarce dear believe	Q
Nor can I just now being all in a whirl	R
Looking out for the Magnet explain it dear girl	R
Suffice it to say that one half the expense	S
Of this leasehold of fame for long centuries hence	S
Tho' God knows as aunt says my humble ambition	T
Aspires not beyond a small Second Edition	T
One half the whole cost of the paper and printing	U
I've managed to scrape up this year past by stinting	U
My own little wants in gloves ribands and shoes	V
Thus defrauding the toilet to fit out the Muse	V
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And who my dear Kitty would not do the same	W
What's eau de Cologne to the sweet breath of fame	W
Yards of riband soon end but the measures of rhyme	X
Dipt in hues of the rainbow stretch out thro' all time	X
Gloves languish and fade away pair after pair	Y
While couplets shine out but the brighter for wear	Y
And the dancing shoe's gloss in an evening is gone	Z
While light footed lyrics thro' ages trip on	A2
	-
The remaining expense trouble risk and alas	B2
My poor copyright too into other hands pass	B2
And my friend the Head Devil of the County Gazette	C2
The only Mecaenas I've ever had yet	C2
He who set up in type my first juvenile lays	D2
Is now see up by them for the rest of his days	D2
And while Gods as my Heathen Mythology says	E2
Live on naught but ambrosia his lot how much sweeter	F2
To live lucky devil on a young lady's metre	F2
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As for puffing that first of all literary boons	G2
And essential alike both to bards and balloons	G2
As unless well supplied with inflation 'tis found	H2
Neither bards nor balloons budge an inch from the ground	H2
In this respect naught could more prosperous befall	I2
As my friend for no less this kind imp can I call	I2
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Knows the whole would of critics the hypers and all	I2
I suspect he himself indeed dabbles in rhyme	X
Which for imps diabolic is not the first time	X
As I've heard uncle Bob say 'twas known among Gnostics	G2
That the Devil on Two Sticks was a devil at Acrostics	G2
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But hark there's the Magnet just dasht in from Town	J2
How my heart Kitty beats I shall surely drop down	J2
That awful Court Journal Gazette Athenaeum	H
All full of my book I shall sink when I see 'em	H
And then the great point whether Simpkins and Co	U
Are actually pleased with their bargain or no	U
	-
Five o'clock	U
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All's delightful such praises I really fear	K2
That this poor little head will turn giddy my dear	K2
I've but time now to send you two exquisite scraps	G2
All the rest by the Magnet on Monday perhaps	G2
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FROM THE MORNING POST	L2
	-
'Tis known that a certain distinguisht physician	T
Prescribes for dyspepsia a course of light reading	U
And Rhymes by young Ladies the first fresh edition	T
Ere critics have injured their powers of nutrition	T
Are he thinks for weak stomachs the best sort of feeding	U
Satires irritate love songs are found calorific	U
But smooth female sonnets he deems a specific	U
And if taken at bedtime a sure soporific	U
Among works of this kind the most pleasing we know	U
Is a volume just published by Simpkins and Co	U
Where all such ingredients the flowery the sweet	M2
And the gently narcotic are mixt per receipt	M2
With a hand so judicious we've no hesitation	T
To say that 'bove all for the young generation	T
'Tis an elegant soothing and safe preparation	T
	-
Nota bene for readers whose object's to sleep	N2
And who read in their nightcaps the publishers keep	N2
Good fire proof binding which comes very cheap	N2
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ANECDOTE FROM THE COURT JOURNAL	O2
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T' other night at the Countess of 's rout	M
An amusing event was much whispered about	M
It was said that Lord at the Council that day	P2
Had move than once jumpt from his seat like a rocket	J
And flown to a corner where heedless they say	P2
How the country's resources were squandered away	P2
He kept reading some papers he'd brought in his pocket	J
Some thought them despatches from Spain or the Turk	U
Others swore they brought word we had lost the Mauritius	G2
But it turned out 'twas only Miss Fudge's new work	U
Which his Lordship devoured with such zeal expeditious	G2
Messrs Simpkins and Co to avoid all delay	P2
Having sent it in sheets that his Lordship might say	P2
He had distanced the whole reading world by a day	P2

Thomas Moore

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