The Fudges In England. Letter Vii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBCC DDEEFGFFFG AB AHIIHJCKCLL MNMNL OPP QQRRSSTTUUVV WWXXYYZA2 B2B2C2C2D2D2E2F2F2 G2G2H2H2I2I2 I2XXG2G2 J2J2HHUU U K2K2G2G2 L2 TUTTUUUUUUM2M2TTT N2N2N2 O2 MMP2JP2P2JUG2UG2P2P2 P2| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| '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 |
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| 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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