The Ghost Of Miltiades Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC AADDEEAAFFGGHIIJJAA KKLLMMNNOOPPP GGQQRRSSTFUUSSAAEE| The Ghost of Miltiades came at night | A |
| And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite | A |
| And he said in a voice that thrill'd the frame | B |
| If ever the sound of Marathon's name | B |
| Hath fir'd they blood or flush'd thy brow | C |
| Lover of Liberty rise thee now | C |
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| The Benthamite yawning left his bed | A |
| Away to the Stock Exchange he sped | A |
| And he found the Scrip of Greece so high | D |
| That it fir'd his blood it flush'd his eye | D |
| And oh 'twas a sight to see | E |
| For never was Greek more Greek than he | E |
| And still as the premium higher went | A |
| His ecstas rose so much per cent | A |
| As we see in a glass that tells the weather | F |
| The heat and the silver rise together | F |
| And Liberty sung from the patriot's lip | G |
| While a voice from pocket whisper'd Scrip | G |
| The Ghost of Miltiades came again | H |
| He smil'd as the pale moon smiles through rain | I |
| For his soul was glad at the patriot strain | I |
| And poor dear ghost how little he knew | J |
| The jobs and the tricks of the Philhellene crew | J |
| Blessings and thanks was all he said | A |
| Then melting away like a night dream fled | A |
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| The Benthamite hears amaz'd that ghosts | K |
| Could be such fools and away he posts | K |
| A patriot still Ah no ah no | L |
| Goddess of Freedom thy scrip is low | L |
| And warm and fond as they lovers are | M |
| Thou triest their passion when under par | M |
| The Benthamite's ardour fast decays | N |
| By turns he weeps and swears and prays | N |
| And wishes the d l had Crescent and Cross | O |
| Ere he had been forc'd to sell at a loss | O |
| They quote thim the Stock of various nations | P |
| But spite of his classical associations | P |
| Lord how he loathes the Greek quotations | P |
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| Who'll buy my Scrip Who'll buy my Scrip | G |
| Is now the theme of the patriot's lip | G |
| And he runs to tell how hard his lot is | Q |
| To Messrs Orlando and Luriottis | Q |
| And says Oh Greece for Liberty's sake | R |
| Do buy my Scrip and I vow to break | R |
| Those dark unholy bonds of thine | S |
| If you'll only consent to buy up mine | S |
| The Ghost of Miltiades came once more | T |
| His brow like the night was lowering o'er | F |
| And he said with a look that flash'd dismay | U |
| Of Liberty's foes the worst are they | U |
| Who turn to a trade her cause divine | S |
| And gamble for gold on Freedom's shrine | S |
| Thus saying the Ghost as he took his flight | A |
| Gave a Parthian kick to the Benthamite | A |
| Which sent him whimpering off to Jerry | E |
| And vanish'd away to the Stygian ferry | E |
Thomas Moore
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