The New Costume Of The Ministers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCBBAA DDEFEAAAA GGHHIIJK LLMMII AANNNOnova monstra creavit | A |
OVID Metamorph i v | B |
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Having sent off the troops of brave Major Camac | C |
With a swinging horse tail at each valorous back | C |
And such helmets God bless us as never deckt any | B |
Male creature before except Signor Giovanni | B |
Let's see said the Regent like Titus perplext | A |
With the duties of empire whom shall I dress next | A |
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He looks in the glass but perfection is there | D |
Wig whiskers and chin tufts all right to a hair | D |
Not a single ex curl on his forehead he traces | E |
For curls are like Ministers strange as the case is | F |
The falser they are the more firm in their places | E |
His coat he next views but the coat who could doubt | A |
For his Yarmouth's own Frenchified hand cut it out | A |
Every pucker and seam were made matters of state | A |
And a Grand Household Council was held on each plait | A |
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Then whom shall he dress shall he new rig his brother | G |
Great Cumberland's Duke with some kickshaw or other | G |
And kindly invent him more Christianlike shapes | H |
For his feather bed neckcloths and pillory capes | H |
Ah no here his ardor would meet with delays | I |
For the Duke had been lately packt up in new Stays | I |
So complete for the winter he saw very plain | J |
'Twould be devilish hard work to unpack him again | K |
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So what's to be done there's the Ministers bless 'em | L |
As he made the puppets why shouldn't he dress 'em | L |
An excellent thought call the tailors be nimble | M |
Let Cum bring his spy glass and Hertford her thimble | M |
While Yarmouth shall give us in spite of all quizzers | I |
The last Paris cut with his true Gallic scissors | I |
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So saying he calls Castlereagh and the rest | A |
Of his heaven born statesmen to come and be drest | A |
While Yarmouth with snip like and brisk expedition | N |
Cuts up all at once a large Catholic Petition | N |
In long tailors' measures the Prince crying Well done | N |
And first puts in hand my Lord Chancellor Eldon | O |
Thomas Moore
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