The Wellington Spa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCE FGFG HIHIJKJKLMLN OPOP

And drink oblivion to our woesA
Anna MatildaB
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Talk no more of your Cheltenham and Harrowgate springsC
'Tis from Lethe we now our potations must drawD
Yon Lethe's a cure for all possible thingsC
And the doctors have named it the Wellington SpaE
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Other physical waters but cure you in partF
One cobbles your gout t'other mends your digestionG
Some settle your stomach but this bless your heartF
It will settle for ever your Catholic QuestionG
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Unlike too the potions in fashion at presentH
This Wellington nostrum restoring by stealthI
So purges the memory of all that's unpleasantH
That patients forget themselves into rude healthI
For instance the inventor his having once saidJ
He should think himself mad if at any one's callK
He became what he is is so purged from his headJ
That he now doesn't think he's a madman at allK
Of course for your memories of very long standingL
Old chronic diseases that date back undauntedM
To Brian Boroo and Fitz Stephens' first landingL
A devil of a dose of the Lethe is wantedN
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But even Irish patients can hardly regretO
An oblivion so much in their own native styleP
So conveniently planned that whate'er they forgetO
They may go on remembering it still all the whileP

Thomas Moore



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