The Triumphs Of Farce Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDEF GHGH IGIG JKJK LMLN OPOQ RGRG STST| Our earth as it rolls thro' the regions of space | A |
| Wears always two faces the dark and the sunny | B |
| And poor human life runs the same sort of race | A |
| Being sad on one side on the other side funny | B |
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| Thus oft we at eve to the Haymarket hie | C |
| To weep o'er the woes of Macready but scarce | D |
| Hath the tear drop of Tragedy past from the eye | E |
| When lo we're all laughing in fits at the Farce | F |
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| And still let us laugh preach the world as it may | G |
| Where the cream of the joke is the swarm will soon follow | H |
| Heroics are very grand things in their way | G |
| But the laugh at the long run will carry it hollow | H |
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| For instance what sermon on human affairs | I |
| Could equal the scene that took place t'other day | G |
| 'Twixt Romeo and Louis Philippe on the stairs | I |
| The Sublime and Ridiculous meeting half way | G |
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| Yes Jocus gay god whom the Gentiles supplied | J |
| And whose worship not even among Christians declines | K |
| In our senate thou'st languisht since Sheridan died | J |
| But Sydney still keeps thee alive in our shrines | K |
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| Rare Sydney thrice honored the stall where he sits | L |
| And be his every honor he deigneth to climb at | M |
| Had England a hierarchy formed all of wits | L |
| Who but Sydney would England proclaim as its primate | N |
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| And long may he flourish frank merry and brave | O |
| A Horace to hear and a Paschal to read | P |
| While he laughs all is safe but when Sydney grows grave | O |
| We shall then think the Church is in danger indeed | Q |
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| Meanwhile it much glads us to find he's preparing | R |
| To teach other bishops to seek the right way | G |
| And means shortly to treat the whole Bench to an airing | R |
| Just such as he gave to Charles James t'other day | G |
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| For our parts gravity's good for the soul | S |
| Such a fancy have we for the side that there's fun on | T |
| We'd rather with Sydney southwest take a stroll | S |
| Than coach it north east with his Lordship of Lunnun | T |
Thomas Moore
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